When something felt this good, who needed sex? Well, he did, and I did. It was good, but it was just showing both of us how good real, full, penis-in-vagina sex could feel. That night, I started thinking seriously about birth control, and that week, I started on the pill.
The next week started much the same. He pressed me up against the wall and had me stripped in a few seconds.
“Arms behind you,” he said, and I complied. In another few seconds, my hands where helpless behind me. But instead of the bed, this time, he put a chair in the center of the room and sat me in it. As I sat, he pulled my arms back so they went over the back of the chair. He stripped in front of me, first his shirt. He didn’t wear an undershirt, so as it came off, his chest was gleaming in the light.
He was using old ties to tie me. He took another and tied my ankles together. As he was finishing, he kissed my thighs and rubbed my tummy with his head. He got up and got one more tie. This he used to blindfold me, another first. There I was, bound and blindfolded, sitting in a chair in his room. I heard his pants fall. I felt the warmth of his body and smelled him as he got close again. I felt something touch my cheek. I was pretty sure what it was. I turned to take it in my mouth, and I was right.
Oral sex! I was giving a blowjob. Me! This man had my hands and feet tied, my eyes covered, and his penis in my mouth … and I was really getting turned on. He didn’t push, but he had my head cupped in both hands. “No teeth,” was all he told me. I moved my lips around on his head. I touched it with my tongue. When I worked it, he moaned with pleasure. I’d never heard him moan before—wow! This must have been something special for him. His hands moved around on my head, and every so often, they would stray to a breast.
I could feel him getting stiffer and more excited. I did too. He was trembling, and so was I. I didn’t know how he held it so long, but in a flash, he pulled out his penis, pulled my head up, and kissed me hard—kissed and kissed me. He was breathing hard. He didn’t relax. Instead he lifted me to standing and then heaved me over his shoulder. I was being carried like a sack of potatoes, bound hand and foot. He flipped me forward so that I was being carried like a princess, threw me on the bed, and then hopped on to finish his orgasm. Once again, I was his love slave for the night.
We were together almost every weekend after that. He’d think of new ways to subdue me, and I'd think of new ways to vamp him. He showed me how to “Hollywood kiss.” At first, we were kissing like an arch, and we’d only touch at the top. Then one time, he grabbed my butt as we were kissing and pushed me into him. The first time, it took me a while. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted me to do. When I did, I had to take a couple steps before I was touching his pelvis with mine. The second time, I figured out quickly, and after that, I’d get really close to him from the start. I’d touch him with my lips, breasts, and pussy when we kissed. He’d lean me over backward while he held me up—more and more—giving me lots of little kisses. It was heavenly. The rest of the world would just sort of fade out. Then he’d sort of slide me around sideways and lean me over even more. I’d end up in a sort of backward C with my hair falling away from my neck. He never kidded with me on a Hollywood kiss, never dropped me, so I was relaxed even when I was way, way back.
I wore my first halter top for him. It had a slit in front. He worked his fingers through the slit and said, “Very nice.” Then he said, “Let’s see how this works.” He spun me around, tied my hands, and started examining how the halter top was tied.
I felt no shame when I was naked with him. We enjoyed our bodies, and we did nothing stupid. He treated me like a human being, and more and more, I trusted him.
I trusted him so much I was getting impatient. I really started looking forward to sex with him. One time, we were at a dance, and he’d finished dancing. He watched the crowd for a few minutes. I was getting bored. There was something else I wanted to do a lot more than watch other people dance, so I started writing on his leg. He looked like he was enjoying it, but he wasn't getting the message. I finally said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
He looked at me a little strange—was I too forward?—then said, “Sure!”
We went up, and even as the door snapped shut, he was subduing me. He used his left arm to pin both my arms behind me and his right to cover my mouth and eyes. He was stepping me slowly into the wall again. His right hand moved from my face to my neck. He wrapped his hand around my neck—it was so big it almost met in the back—but he didn’t give one squeeze. Instead, his hand slid down to fondle my breasts—this time, he did squeeze. Then I was on the wall.
“Spread your legs, lady,” he said in a gruff, detective voice. “Wide … and back away from the wall.” I spread my legs, and once again, I was getting tingles in my pussy. How far would he go?
“Feet back from the wall and keep your butt on the wall. I want you to make love to that wall, lady.”
He pushed my butt in, and I was bent backward like I was in a Hollywood kiss. I realized I couldn’t move my legs without falling. So this was why the cops had the criminals do this! He pulled my hands up high. I was spread-eagled on the wall.
“Lady, I’m gonna have ta search ya,” he said, and he did, every inch. And when he did my legs, he started at the ankles and worked up. He didn’t stop just at my legs, of course. He slid right up into my crotch. Spread as wide as I was, when his hand hit my pussy, it was more thrill than I could imagine. I moaned a little, which seemed to turn him on a lot. He searched my crotch a lot more, which was just fine with me. He was done with my crotch, and then he searched my other leg from the ankle to the crotch! Finally, he stripped my top. He left me there spread-eagled, pressed against the wall, naked from the waist up. I couldn’t be more subdued, and it thrilled me. He came back with ties, and once again, I was tied up to become his love slave for the night.
Gosh, he was nice! A couple weeks later when we finished and we were dressing, I told him, “There’s something you should know. I’m on the pill now. So you can get closer. If we have an accident, nothing will happen.”
He smiled at me warmly. It looked like exciting news to him. He asked, “Do you still want to be a virgin?”
“Yes,” I said … but I didn’t know why. I guess it was habit. I couldn’t think how he could get any closer to me without fucking me. I had already sat on his penis, rubbing it with my pussy when I was giving him a chest rub. How could I get any closer? I didn’t know why I had said anything about the birth control at all, except I was really falling for this guy, and half of me was hoping something would happen … like he’d want to marry me some day.