Message-ID: <741eli$9705091343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: First Time At Play, 1 - D/s, M/f, cons First Time at "Play" She was as nervous as a cat, she told herself. Because now, after all this time, it was finally going to happen.... she was about to cross that threshhold, into that world she had only brushed against, teased herself with and wondered at. She was going to meet him. She would sit across from him, look into his eyes as he would into hers, and they would then finally know if he would be the one to take her by the hand and lead her into that still mysterious land of sensuality that had filled her mind so maddeningly for the last months. Even as she walked down the block toward the tavern at which she had been told... no, commanded to meet him, she could feel the shivers rolling through her body from the rope that tightly gripped her clit beneath her jeans. That was the last carefully laid out instruction on the list he had e-mailed to her the night before, and when she had hooked her laptop to the hotel phoneline and retrieved it, her mouth literally fell open and her body began to tremble. So that was why he had instructed her to pack those particular items for this trip.... the rope... the spring clothespins... the scarves... and the vibrator he had instructed her to buy for herself so long ago, and had whispered her through it's step by step application to all those most intimate parts of her hungry and willing body. Even as she had bathed and begun dressing for this encounter, she followed his carefully laid out directions... preparing everything she would wear, then standing before the large hotel mirror and watching as she carefully looped the soft rope around her waist, forming a snug belt... reaching back and tieing the long ends together behind herself tightly... then carefully reaching between her legs and drawing them up, until she could feel the soft, thin cords slip between her buttocks.... carefully parting her now already moistened labia so that the twin strands could settle between them, and enduring the trembling shock as they brushed first the top of her clit, then slipped down snuggly on either side of it. She managed to maintain the tension on the cord as she looped it through the rope which encircled her, just above her navel, and tied it off. Then she turned from the mirror and took a step toward the bed, where her jeans were laid out, and a gasp escaped her stunned lips, as the cord pressed gently on either side of her clit and slid along it, ever so slightly, sending a shocking tingle rocketing deep into her stomach. Each step thereafter had been beyond distracting, and when she sat or stood, the cord carressed her clit even more, even firmer and she would find herself breathless and forced to remain very still for a long moment in order to recover. That had been two hours ago. She had finished dressing, the simple jeans and blouse her only covering. She had been told not to wear any panties or bra, in case he desired to enjoy her arousal from the moment they first met. Then she had laid out all the item she had brought, as he had instructed, turned out the lights and stepped out of the hotel room door, wondering if the next time she entered this room, it would be as a sex slave. The walk to the tavern was only a few blocks, but the combination of the cool evening breeze against her blouse and the maddening embrace of the cord that hugged and stroked her clit made it seem eternal. By the time she reached the door of the establishment she was already drifting a bit, riding a soft cloud of tingling sexual arousal that she had never before felt in her life. As instructed, she stepped up to the bar and, getting the bartenders attention, told him she was meeting Mr. Jones. Upon hearing this, the bartender smiled, a rich, knowing smile and a wave of embarassment flowed upwards, coloring her neck and cheeks. What had he been told... this complete stranger? Did he know? The bartender nodded and cast his gaze over toward a dark corner of the room, where there were high backed booths, like little cubicles. "Yes ma'am" he said "he's right back there. Last booth" and then turned to serve another customer. She turned, took a deep, steadying breath and stepped toward the back of the establishment. Even before she arrived, she saw him, seated in the booth, half-hidden in the shadows, but his eyes fixed on hers, a gentle smile playing on his lips and in his eyes. She stepped up to the booth and was about to slip into the opposite side from him when he suddenly raised a cautioning finger, stopping her in place. "Wait" he said, quietly, and held out his hand. Almost mechanically, she raised her own and watched, fascinated, as he drew it towards his lips, and gently kissed the back of it. His lips were soft against her skin, and she felt a slight shudder race through her. But then, before he released his gentle hold on her fingers, he raised his gaze to meet hers, easily turned her hand until her fingers were free, brought it slowly up to his lips and she watched as his lips slid slowly over middle finger, down to the first joint, and closed on it, sucking lightly for a moment, before slowly drawing back, allowing her to feel the gentle scrape of his teeth upon her captured flesh. He smiled up at her and then nodded at the seat opposite, releasing her hand and instantly turning to raise an arm to summon the waitress, before focusing on her once more and inquiring what she would like to drink. The next hour was a babbling distraction of small talk and moments when she could fall silent and allow herself to focus on his eyes, which made her tremble. She could tell he was listening to her and truly interested in what she was saying, no matter what the subject... but deep down, behind all the pretense, something was burning inside him, and each time she noticed it, a little part of her own soul was blistered by the glow of it. Finally, the conversation died out between them and there was a long moment of silent staring. He smiled once more, leaned forward, resting on his elbows and spoke, his eyes locked on hers. "So.... now, after all this time... here we are..." "Yes" she said, a little breathless. "And" he continued, "it's now time for you to decide." "Yes?" "So, here is what I would like for you to do. I would like for you to get up, and go to the ladies room. You may stay there for as long as you like, while you make your decision...." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and drew forth a long strip of black ribbon, about an inch wide, carefully setting it on the table before himself, just in front of where she gazed down at it. "This" he said simply "is your temporary collar. It represents your decision to turn yourself.... your body... your soul... over to me for the balance of this one night. Tomorrow, it will once again be nothing more than a piece of ribbon... but for tonight, it is your collar.... and it means that I own you... Should you wish it, of course, a more durable and permanent one will be afixed later on.... but for now, this is really all you require. I would like for you to take it into the ladies room with you, and decide whether you want to wear it or not... and whether you are prepared to abide by the rules that it represents. Take as much time as you require. If you should decide that you consent to this arrangement... then you are to place it around your neck and return to me. If you should decide that you are not quite ready, or do not wish to carry this any further... even if that only means you need a little more time, then when you return, simply place it back on the table and nothing more will be said about it tonight. We will simply remain two individuals sharing time and each others' company and enjoying a pleasant evening together. "If, however, you do return with this around your lovely neck, you are from that moment on, for the rest of the evening, to refer to me only as "sir". Do you understand..." She nodded slowly, her eyes still locked on the flat, soft, serpentine strip of fabric on the table before her. "Then, I shall order us another drink while you are gone. The same for you?" Standing in the ladies room, the ribbon in her hand, her mind erupted with a cascade of fear, excitement, anticipation and confusion. The moment had finally arrived.... She stepped up to the booth and watched as he turned to look up at her and the smile played out over his lips once more. The ribbon looked lovely around her elegant neck. He motioned for her to sit opposite him once more and when she was seated, her hand clasped nervously before her, trembling slightly, he leaned forward and spoke, quietly, hypnotically. "I will cherish you" he said, his burning eyes locked on hers "I will thrill you... I will torment and satisfy you. I will direct and control you. I will give you pleasure in ways you have only imagined up till now. I will explore your flesh to a depth you did not know was there. I will wrack your body with cumming. I can smell your lust even now. Your nipples, tight and throbbing beneath that flimsy covering. You sex, clenching and ready. I know you are a mature, lovely and intelligent woman. And I know you have mature experience. But there is still a part of you that is so virginal and untouched. You have never offered it to anyone before. Until now. Tonight, my pet... you will loose the virginity of your soul. But before that occurs, I want to kiss you... I want to feel a virgins' kiss... for after this night, you will never be able to give that gift again." There was a long, breathless silence between them, and then she leaned slowly toward him, her eyes sliding shut... and their lips met, for the first time... They walked together now, back towards her hotel, holding hands. The walk was passed in silence, each of them savoring their new positions... he as Master, she as beloved pet... no conversation was needed. As soon as the elevator doors had shut, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a scarf, turning to her and slipping the already knotted loop over her wrist and pulling it snug, then taking the other end in his hand, casually.... like a leash. As they moved down the hallway toward her room, she found herself lagging slightly, just so that he would pull her along by that soft, capturing leash that encircled her slaves' wrist. At the door of her room, he took the card-key she had given him before they left the tavern, and opened the door, stepping inside and drawing her after him, letting the door swing slowly shut with a click. Without a word, he pulled her to the center of the room and turned her to face the mirror, stepping behind her and taking her shoulders in his hands, leaning down to allow his lips to brush against her neck and whispering to her... "Do not move, do not speak." He stepped away from her, and began to slowly move about the room, stopping to light each of the candles that she had placed according to his previous instructions, then moved to the door and snapped off the lights, leaving the room bathed in a deep glow of flickering lights. He stepped up behind her and she could feel the nearness of his body, even though he was not actually touching her. In the mirror she could see herself, like a glowing pillar in the otherwise dark room, as his eyes focused on hers in the glass, and his hands reached around her, and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, carefully. When the last of the buttons was opened and the tips of his fingers lightly began to brush that so long untouched skin between her breasts, she sighed and let her eyes slip closed. Instantly she felt the gentle grip of his hand under her chin. "No" he whispered. "Open your eyes. I want you to watch everything that occurs to you tonight". She shuddered and opened her eyes... watching as his fingers once again slipped between the folds of her now limp blouse and drew them open, revealing her breasts. She observed as the blouse was drawn off her shoulders and heard it tumble to the floor with a light whoosh. She watched as his fingers carefully undid the button at the top of her jeans and slid the zipper down, then saw as they were pushed down, over her hips, revealing the tormenting belt of rope that had teased her all that evening. Mechanically, she stepped from them and heard him lightly kick them away. And then she watched, as his fingernail drew around and brushed her skin, just between her breasts... and began to move over her.... dancing across her flesh... teasing the nerves so long neglected... tickling and lightly scratching all at once.... For an endless agony his fingers drew along her body, trailing down to brush the very outer edges of her sex before drifting away down her legs.. then slipping behind and tickling up the backs of her thighs, curling over her buttocks and dancing up along her spine... until she felt that every piece of her skin had been attended to, and the throbbing inside her was close to unendurable. Then his fingers left her body, and she felt as the scarf that dangled from her wrist by her side was slipped off. But before she could decide what this might mean, she felt her wrists gently gripped and pulled slowly behind her back, crossing just above her naked buttocks... and the scarf slipping around them both now, drawing tight, binding them together.... She felt the long tail of the loop slipped between her captured wrists and her spine and wrapped around, then tied off tightly... and she realized that this was no longer symbolic... that she was now truly bound... could not escape, could not free her hands... In the mirror, she saw him step close behind her again, a smile playing out over his lips and then his arm was reaching around her, rising before her eyes, and she cast her gaze to look at it. In his fingers she saw the nipple clamp, gleaming in the glow of the candles, and a shudder rolled through her. He opened his clasped fingers slightly and saw the chain unfurl from them, dropping it's full length, jerking to a bouncing sway, it's other end bearing an identical clamp which now swung slowly at the end of the chain. She felt his other hand lightly under her chin, lifting it to the mirror once more, and she watched, fascinated, as his hands slowly brought the clamp up to her nipple and touched it with the cool end of the tormenting device. And she saw in the mirror, and felt on her flesh, as the clamp was slowly opened, and it's gentle but firm jaws slipped onto either side of her now throbbing nipples and was slowly... agonizingly... drawn closed... An explosion of sensations roared through her breast and she shuddered deeply. He laid an open hand upon her stomach and breathed a long, soothing "shhhhhh" into her ear.... as she felt the explosion begin to ebb to a low, steady throbbing in her captured nipple... She was not even focusing on the mirror as the other clamp was raised and surrounded her other nipple.... taking it prisoner and releasing yet another wave of tingling shocks through her. It was heaven... it was hell.... the throbbing on her flesh and deep inside her was beyond anything she had ever imagined... but still so little had been done... so little experienced... so little endured.... so little surrendered.... And somewhere deep inside herself, she knew that this was as nothing to what awaited her in the deeper, darker hours of the night ahead... She still had not recovered from the shock of her clamping, when she felt the soft fleece lining of the blindfold sliding down over her head and slipping into place, blinding her and increasing her helplessness a thousand fold... "Kneel, my pet" he whispered... "It's time we begun in earnest." End Part One... 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