A little bit of bondage goes a long way They had chatted on messenger on and off over a couple of years but now he was going to be up near me staying in a hotel. “It’s a hotel on the sea front.” He said, “Don’t worry, there’s no problem. This hotel has access from outside, so there’s no need to go through reception with all the hassle of nosy hotel staff wondering just who you are and what you’re doing there.” We arranged a time for me to arrive. As I was getting ready I thought about what to wear. It was a first date so a bit formal and respectable maybe? I selected black underwear – most guys like that. But what to wear on top? I decided to please myself on that score. So a proper length skirt with a smart blouse. I have a thing about full, flared skirts. This stems from my childhood when I was fascinated by watching pretty girls in flared skirts walking along the sea front with the wind catching their skirts and revealing their stocking tops and suspenders. I selected a full circular skirt in light georgette which was almost transparent. As it was a bit too revealing, I put a satin slip under it to maintain a measure of respectability. A blouse to go with it? Something enticing perhaps. I picked out a see-through blouse which went well with the skirt. Black bra, black stockings and suspenders, black panties and black high-heeled stiletto shoes completed the ensemble. As usual I had chosen my black under-wired bra which gave me the support I needed for my breasts, but had nothing covering the breasts and nipples. This gave instant access to my nipples which happened to be my most erogenous zone and thus allowed a guy to quickly get me aroused which I really needed if I was to perform. Finally I put a smart business-suit type jacket on top and I was ready. I found the hotel easily enough, and quickly spotted the room number which he had texted to me after he had booked in. I knocked. There was some sound from inside the room and the door opened. I was faced with a man of about average height dressed in an expensive business suit. He looked quite normal and relaxed. “Hi,” I said, “I’m Helen. So we finally meet after all the chat on MSN talking about what we might do together.” “And very nice you look too.” He responded, and continued. “Please come in.” “My name’s ‘Andy’ and I’m afraid the hotel doesn’t run to sitting rooms so we’ll have to make do with the bed as a sofa.” He motioned me to sit down. “Would you like a drink, tea, coffee maybe?” “Thank you Andy, a cup of coffee would be nice – milk and no sugar please.” While Andy was busying himself with the usual hotel room electric kettle and the sachets of coffee and the like, I looked around the room. Nothing unusual here as far as I could tell. I kept thinking about his special interests which were the main reason that he had expressed an interest in me. And a lot of that stemmed from his viewing of my profile on the website. In my profile I talked about ‘mild bondage’ – so maybe that was the source of his interest? Looking around the room I noticed one thing which seemed to clash with his smart appearance – he was very untidy with his neckties. There were a number of them seemingly scattered around for no particular reason. Why so many? And they didn’t look the sort of tie a business man would wear. In fact they looked both very ordinary, and a bit the worse for wear. The coffee was ready. Andy came over to the bed bringing two cups of coffee and sat beside me. He put both cups on the bedside table. “Why don’t you take your jacket off?” Andy made to help me off with my jacket. I stood up with my back to Andy. He came up behind me and took hold of the collar of my jacket. He slid my jacket off my shoulders. “You’re wearing a pretty blouse.” He said, “It’s almost transparent and I can easily detect that you’re wearing black underwear.” “Most guys seem to like that so that’s what I chose to wear.” I replied. Andy turned me round to face him. “I think you look very smart Helen”. I thanked him for his compliment but couldn’t help noticing that his eyes were glued to my breasts where my rosy red nipples could clearly be seen through the almost transparent blouse. We were sitting side by side with Andy on my right. He put his left hand on my right thigh. “I like this skirt; it’s a fine material, very expensive looking.” He made no attempt to squeeze my leg; he just placed it on my thigh just above my knee. I could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material of my skirt. “I have a bit of a fetish about skirts.” “How’s that?” asked Andy. “Well I like full circular skirts which swirl as you walk and draw attention to your legs which gets the guys watching as you walk.” “Circular?” asked Andy, “show me.” I stood up facing Andy and grasped the side seams of the skirt taking care to grip the under slip at the same time. I then raised my hands to the level of my waist. I had my back to the main light in the room and I was fully aware that my legs were nicely silhouetted through the thin material of the skirt and slip. “I see what you mean,” said Andy. “Come closer.” I moved towards Andy letting go of the skirt allowing it to drape round my legs. Andy leant forward and placed his hands on my thighs. He moved his hands up and down my legs. “I like the feel of your legs through your skirt. I can feel the contours of your muscles. No sign of fat there – do you work out?” “Not especially.” I responded. “Why don’t you investigate further?” “Like this.” Andy said. And ran his hands down my skirt to my legs and then slid them up under my skirt. His hands passed the top of my stockings to the bare flesh above. Andy pulled me towards him and, still holding my bare thighs in both hands, nuzzled his face into my tummy. Because I didn’t want to rush into what we both knew we we’re going to do I sat back on the bed, letting my skirt cover Andy’s knees. Andy gently took the hem of my skirt and placed it back on my thighs but making sure my knees were exposed and showing the hem of my slip. “I like the satin slip you’ve got on.” He said, and slid his hands under my skirt but on top of the slip. “This satin is so sensual.” We finished our drinks and Andy stood up and took the cups away. He then turned back towards me and raised both arms inviting me to come closer. I stood up and went to him. He put his arms around my waist and I put my arms round his neck. He bent his head towards me and kissed me gently on the lips. His kiss became stronger and he slightly opened his mouth. His tongue explored my mouth and I responded with our tongues battling for supremacy. He then pulled away from the kiss and whispered in my ear, “We both know why you’re here so why don’t we ‘get acquainted’ so to speak.” He quickly turned me round so I had my back to him. He then slid his hands up to my breasts cupping one in each palm. “You have a lovely body.” He said, and brushed his hands over my breasts. This immediately made my nipples become erect. “Wow,” he said, “it seems like you’re getting excited. Your nipples are rock hard, a bit like some parts of my anatomy.” I said nothing. Andy then grasped my nipples one between the thumb and index finger of each hand. He squeezed. I gave out a little moan. “So you like that do you, Helen dear?” “How about a bit more?” He squeezed harder. “It looks like I’m getting to you eh?” Andy was still holding me tightly to his body and my arms were down by my sides. I wriggled a bit a moved my hands together between our two bodies. I could feel Andy’s cock. It was quite hard. Andy opened up a gap between us and, releasing his right hand from my right breast, quickly unzipped his trousers allowing my hands to grope for his cock. I found it easily enough – he had no underpants on! I wrested it out from his trousers. “Your cock is fantastic.” I said. “Modesty forbids me from agreeing with you.” Said Andy. “But it wouldn’t surprise me if you were right.” Andy then undid the button on my skirt and, sliding the zip down, let the skirt fall to the floor. He ran his hands down the front of the satin slip. Because he had worked on my nipples my cock was becoming rigid. “What have we here?” Said Andy. “Let’s have a look.” He continued, “I like the look of that. But you’re trying to be the girl in this situation so what shall we do about this enormous growth you’ve suddenly got here?” At this point we were still standing up with Andy behind me. “Let’s have your blouse off so I can fully appreciate you body.” He said, and slipped my blouse off and threw it onto the bed. So now I was standing there with just my underwear on and the slip barely covering my erect cock. “And now something to really allow me to pay attention to what I know you really want.” I still had both my hands behind me holding his cock. Without me realising that, while I was working on his cock, he had grabbed one of the, apparently discarded, ties and now, with a swift movement he tied my wrists together. He turned me back to face him. He stood back as if to admire his handiwork. “Now what are you going to do if I do this?” He stepped towards me and again took my nipples between thumbs and forefingers of both hands. He squeezed my nipples hard. I moaned at this and squirmed away from him. “You can’t get away just like that.” He said, “Perhaps I’d better tie your ankles together so you can’t run away.” Before I could move away he grabbed me and threw me face down onto the bed and quickly tied my ankles together. Although my wrists were tied behind my back I still had a lot of movement. I said, “This won’t keep me very still; you’ll have to do better than this.” “I know.” He said, and, using another of the ties he tied my elbows together behind my back. Now I really was immobilised whilst lying on the bed. Andy then rolled me over and pulled me to a sitting position, pulling my knees to the edge of the bed so that my feet dangled over. With my elbows tied tightly together behind me I could feel that my breasts were pushed forward and totally exposed. Andy stood up in front of me. “Perhaps a little fun now, eh!” He reached forward and grasped my nipples. Previously when he had done this he had started gently before becoming less gentle. This, as he well knew, got me fully aroused. But now he made no attempt to be gentle. He grabbed a nipple in each hand and squeezed. Squeezed hard, and I do mean hard. I gasped with the pain. “Not so good when you can’t stop me is it?” Although it had hurt, squeezing my nipples had still had the same effect – my body became aroused. He pulled me to a standing position – I could do nothing to stop him. He undid the waistband of my slip and let it drop to the floor. I was now standing in front of him wearing only my underclothes. My panties had no chance to hide my cock. So there I was, breasts exposed and my cock fully erect and standing proud of my body. “So now what will your master do with you?”, “You’re a woman maybe?” “But what’s this thing I see sticking out which shouldn’t be there?” Andy slapped my cock with his open hand. I squirmed, trying to get away from his reach. “So you don’t like that.” He did it again. This is where part of my sexuality gets confused. I was enjoying the idea of being abused by Andy especially whilst being in a state of sexual arousal. But . . . it does hurt – a bit. Andy went back to my nipples and worked on them hard. Again it hurt, but turned me on even more. He then turned me round to face the bed. He pushed me onto the bed, face down. I wondered what was coming next – I didn’t have to wait long. There was a stinging sensation to my buttocks accompanied by a sound a bit like the cracking of a whip. “Now you know who’s in charge, eh Helen?” “A bit more punishment just to make sure you know.” There was another whip crack and my buttocks stung as he hit me again. Although this had hurt I felt a certain satisfaction at being under his control. He hit me again and again. He said, “Punishing you gets me really turned on – what’s it doing for you?” “It’s hurting Andy, I want you to stop, please.” “So you really appreciate that I’m in charge and I can do anything I like to you.” “Yes, Andy – you can do anything.” “Now that that’s understood,” said Andy, “how about this?” Andy untied my ankles and sat me on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge. He quickly slipped my panties off. He then stood in front of me and stripped off his clothes. He came towards me with his erect cock standing out. “You seemed to enjoy my cock so now here’s your chance to do something really useful.” He stepped towards me with his cock practically touching my lips. I leant towards him to grab his cock in my mouth. “You’re not getting it that easy.” Andy moved away. Using his control over his cock he waved it up and down in front of me as I continually made to grab it in my mouth. I don’t really understand why, but when I’m Helen and aroused, I need to have a cock in my mouth. It was now I suddenly remembered his pseudonym which was “Andy-tease”. I need his cock, and there it was, but I couldn’t get it in my mouth. Finally he relented and let me have his cock in my mouth and I worked on it “Now for the Grand Finale.” Andy said. He pulled my buttocks to the very edge of the bed and firmly pushed my knees apart.. He raised my legs well above my head and penetrated me. He moved in and out. At first slowly then more vigorously until with a cry of satisfaction he achieved his orgasm. We parted promising to meet again when he could arrange his domestic life to afford another opportunity.