Our first meeting was over a cocktail at Bar Louie (RIP). She came from the swinger world, and I came from the kinky netherworld. Apparently my world piqued her curiosity, as she quickly asked me about a kinky fantasy I’d like to try, and this is what I shared:
One day, I will say to you, “You will receive a package at your door, but you must wait to open it. At 6 pm sharp, take the contents (lingerie, skimpy dress, flipflops, and GPS coordinates), change into the clothes and input the coordinates into your maps app.
Do not delay. I have calculated that you will arrive at 7pm SHARP with an hour of sunlight left to illuminate your progress. Park at the bottom of the hill and make your way up the trail. You’ll know when you have arrived. Do not bother texting me; I will know you are there.”
Our first meeting was over a cocktail at Bar Louie (RIP). She came from the swinger world, and I came from the kinky netherworld. Apparently my world piqued her curiosity, as she quickly asked me about a kinky fantasy I’d like to try, and this is what I shared:
One day, I will say to you, “You will receive a package at your door, but you must wait to open it. At 6 pm sharp, take the contents (lingerie, skimpy dress, flipflops, and GPS coordinates), change into the clothes and input the coordinates into your maps app. Do not delay. I have calculated that you will arrive at 7pm SHARP with an hour of sunlight left to illuminate your progress. Park at the bottom of the hill and make your way up the trail. You’ll know when you have arrived. Do not bother texting me; I will know you are there.”
Here is what comes next: When you get to the top of the trail, you find a tree with a chain wrapped around a sturdy limb. You feel exposed and vulnerable in your skimpy dress when you spy me dressed to the nines. “Remove my necktie,” I instruct before taking it from you to cover your eyes. Having robbed you of your sight, I instruct you to present your wrists for binding. The solid click of the cuffs closing continues to echo in your ears as I hoist them up, locking them to the chain. I unsheathe the rather large and SHARP knife strapped to my belt and proceed to cut off your dress, revealing the cotton bra and panties underneath. I carefully run the knife up and down your exposed flesh and watch the goosebumps rise up and lay siege to your skin. I grab your hair and pull your head back before deftly cutting off your bra and panties so I can revel in the way the soft twilight caresses your naked body. I deploy my arsenal of toys – floggers, canes, violet wand, vampire gloves, wartenberg wheels, nipple clamps, and vibrators. Like Mozart to the harpsichord, I play your body with passion and precision, composing music made of gasps, whimpers, moans, and other gratifying noises. Using my tools, I shape them into a symphony of pain and pleasure, culminating in an explosive orgasm.
Your head is bowed, your breathing is heavy, and I unlock the carabiner and gently lower your arms down in front of you. I free you from your blindfold so I can look deep in your eyes to bring you back to me. The scent of rose petals greet you when I lead you through the door of a nearby cabin. I softly kiss your wrists when I uncuff them before lowering you into the warm water of a waiting bath. You luxuriate in the feel of my fingers on your scalp as I wash your hair and wonder at the play of candlelight in the water drops as I rinse the sweat off your glistening skin. You know that next I will lead you to the bed where I will ravage you… and make you my own.
As I spoke these words, her eyes grew wide, her breath deepened, she absentmindedly stroked my arm… and I knew then that she would be mine.
Written by Kinky Whovian