An Unlikely Dance Partner · Part 2

An Unlikely Dance Partner · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Okay, we will play that by ear. Maybe we can figure that out together.” He smiled, “are you ready to get started?”

“Yes, please," Emma smiled and stood up. She reached for the hem of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her head.. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit underneath.

“Before we get you restrained, do you need to use the restroom?”

She thought for a moment, “yes, please." ‘So very polite,’ he thought to himself.

He pointed to the bathroom door, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and partially closed the door. “I can retain some sense of modesty for the time being. I have a feeling that by the end of the day you will probably know me more intimately than anyone ever has in my entire life.”

When she came out she had removed the skirt as well, which she carried in her hand. She had a nice body, her breasts were normal sized breasts, not too big – a handful. She had a nice butt.

“Okay, climb up on the table and kneel, sitting on your feet.

The table was covered with a cloth; she could tell climbing on it that there was padding beneath the cloth covering it. When she was seated on the table he went behind her, “both wrists behind your back."

When both wrists were behind her back he clipped them together with a double ended clip. He then walked around back in front of her.

“May I touch you?”

She laughed, “yes," thinking to herself ‘what an odd question considering what he is about to do to me’..

He reached for her knees, and spread them apart about 8 to 10 inches. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”

He walked over to his backpack, opened it and retrieved a large rechargeable wand. He walked over to her, and positioned it between her legs so it was firmly touching her crotch. He turned it on to its lowest level.

“I am going to start turning the intensity up. Tell me when you like it.” Every 4 seconds her pushed the button to increase the intensity. On the 4th click she sighed with a “hmmmmm” sound, “one more please." He clicked again. “That’s good,” she said.

“Your first orgasm whenever we meet is free, that will give your body a reset. After that you do not orgasm without my approval, do you understand? She looked at him with a happy light in her eyes, “Yes, I understand."

“Is that vibe level good for you, or would you like another click?”

“I think I am okay.” She closed her eyes. Her breathing was getting deeper, her hips were beginning to move to find an ideal position against the vibrator. Her nipples had become erect under her swimsuit, he reached up and rubber them for a moment. She made a “mmmmmmm” sound and smiled as he did. He took note of her hip movements and where she ended up against the vibrator.

It took a bit over three minutes when she had her first orgasm. She gasped as it hit her, then moaned deeply. Her hips were rocking and her body started quivering. “Oh my god” she moaned happily. He waited 30 seconds more, then turned off the wand.

He let her catch her breath. She eventually smiled, and opened her eyes. “I have never felt an orgasm like that before.” He moved directly in front of her, and looked her in the eyes. “Do you want to continue?”

“Oh, yes! Please!”

He walked behind her, and unclipped her wrists. “Okay, take a break, and stretch. Get some water, there are some snacks in the fridge, if you want a hug I am here.” She walked over to him, put her arms around his waist and held him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and responded in kind, he just simply held her using about the same amount of force she was using. When she was ready she looked up at him, kissed his cheek and broke apart.

“I think I am good."

“Okay. Time for the ankle cuffs.” He kneeled down and put a cuff on each ankle, they were equally as tight as the ones on her wrists. As he was putting on the cuffs he told her to drop the top of her swimsuit. She shrugged out of the suits shoulder straps and pulled the suit down to her waist. When he finished the ankle cuffs he sat back and looked at her, she had beautiful breasts. He instructed her to put her hands behind her back again, reaching around he clipped her wrists together again.

He reached up to her waist on either side and took a firm grasp of each side of her swimsuit. He looked into her eyes, “what is your safe word?”

She smiled warmly, “Red”

“And what if you want me to slow down?”

She giggled, “you know I have imagined you asking that since I first read chapter 1. Yellow."

He started pulling down on her swimsuit, it came down easily. He smiled at her, and she right back at him.

When the suit hit the floor she stepped out of it.

“Okay, back up on the table sitting on your feet in a kneeling position.”

She climbed back up on the table and sat on her feet in a kneeling position. He unclipped her wrists, and attached them to each sides corresponding ankle cuff. She tested her bonds and smiled, “this is just as I imagined it would be."

He reached for her nipples, and started squeezing, “let me know when it starts to hurt." It took about 15 seconds before she gasped, she appeared to have an average pain threshold.

”Do you want the nipple suckers?”

“Yes, please. I want to know if reality is as good as my imagination.”

He opened up a zippered pocket of the pack, and pulled out two suckers. He held one to her lips for her to moisten it, and then attached it. Then he did the same with the other one. When he was finished, he stepped back. She looked down at them, and then wriggled her upper body appreciating them just being there. She looked up at him, and smiled happily. “They feel nice, a bit tingly."

She was expecting him to start playing with her breasts, but instead he walked to his backpack and pulled out a box and a clear plastic package with what appeared to be a colorful dildo with a few large ridges on it.

As he was doing this he asked her, “I have to know, what made you send me that first email?” He opened both packages, the other had a glass dildo as well. He then walked over to the sink in the kitchen and started cleaning them.

“I guess I would have to blame it on my grandmother."

“Okay… That needs some explaining”

“Just before my grandmother died she said to me one afternoon, “there are going to be rare times in your life when an opportunity will present itself to you that everything you know and have been taught says loudly ‘NO!’ yet something in your very core says even louder ‘YES!’ In those rare times, know that if you pick yes that I will be cheering for you, and watching with a big smile on my face hoping it turns out at least as well as you hoped.”

When I read your chapter, and saw your email address in your correspondence I knew this was what she had been talking about. This is the first time I have experienced what she spoke of. Everything I know tells me I shouldn’t have sent that email, but in my core I knew I wanted to so very badly.”

“She sounds like she was quite a lady."

“She was, and if I may,” she gazed up, looking through the ceiling, “Thank you Gran, you were right!”

“What was her birthday, do you know?”

“I don’t, but I can easily find out.”

“Do, we could celebrate her birthday with a dinner, to show respect for her. I am very big on celebrating the memories of those who have significantly affected us.”

“I think she would like that.”

When he was done washing he came back to the table where she was, and placed the dildos down beside her. He then went back to the pack, and pulled out a couple of long artists paint brushes, a bottle of lubricant and a smaller bottle of clitoral stimulant, and a pair of black nitrile gloves. As he put the gloves on she said happily, “oh good, its play time!”

“Torture comes in many forms, this afternoon we are going to play with pleasure as a torment.” He walked back to her and removed each nipple sucker, and lightly brushed each nipple in succession. She was surprised how sensitive they had become. For the next few minutes he lightly stroked the underside of her breasts and her nipples. Her breathing deepened as he played.

He then raise both hands up to just above her breasts and started pushing, she knew she was going to end up on her back and didn’t fight it. Once she was laying on the table her grabbed her waist and positioned her on the table so her butt was near the edge. He looked between her legs and smiled, raising his eyes up to hers.

“So you want me to shave you, do you?”

“I have fantasized of this since I read your story, yes please, with the landing strip."

He went into the bathroom and got a towel, then walked back to her and placed it spread out under her butt. He reached into his backpack and pulled out his electric razor, and in short order she was hairless- except for a half inch wide landing strip above the pussy. He lifted the towel being careful not to spill any hair, and carried it back to the bathroom It wasn’t very long before she heard the toilet flush.

He walked back into the room with the towel, and placed it beneath her butt, then grabbed the clitoral stimulant, and placed a drop on his middle finger. He then moved that finger to her clit, and slowly rubbed the liquid into her clit for the next minute.

“You get to be a test subject today. I have never used this clit stimulant before, how does it feel?”

“I can feel it tingling."

He turned around, grabbed a chair, pulled it to just in front of her, sat down and then reached over to one of the brushes. He poured some lubricant on the brush. He then slowly began to stroke her pussy with the brush. As time went along he concentrated more and more on her now engorged clit. 10 minutes later she asked to cum, he stood up, smiled at her and said “no." He then started playing with her nipples, pulling them, lightly pinching them, and occasionally sucking them.

To Emma it seemed like forever, yet it had only been a half hour when he picked up the thinner of the two dildos. He first inserted his middle finger into her vagina, and felt for the rough area on the roof of her vagina for her g-spot. Once he found it, he pulled his finger out and inserted the bulbous end of the dildo just far enough that the bulb end would be in direct contact with her g-spot area.

“Okay, we are now going to try playing with your g-spot. I need you to tell me if this hits a really sensitive spot as I move this around.”

“I’m not sure if my g-spot is sensitive, but yes.”

He then slowly started pumping the dildo just a little in and out as he tried to touch different areas of her vagina with the dildos head. It was about a minute and a half later when she suddenly gasped, “right there." He smiled mischievously and started concentrating the bulb on that spot. A minute later she asked to cum, “no” he replied, and pulled the dildo out. Now he knew another trigger spot to torment. She rested her head back on the table, closed her eyes and growled. She wanted to cum so badly, he was beginning to play her body like a violin.

45 minutes later she was sweating up a storm, she still hadn’t cum, and she was now at the point of begging for an orgasm.

“You really want to cum?” He smiled, a grin so evil she should have taken note.

“YES! I really want, I NEED to cum.”

“Okay, prepare yourself”, he reached for the unused large ribbed dildo, put a few drops of lubricant on its head, and inserted it all of the way in. As he did so her eyes flew open, “oh my god, that thing is amazing." He then started pumping it in and out, adjusting the dildos ribs to contact her g-spot. He then reached for the wand with the other hand, applying it to her clit, and turned it on. A moment later she was arching her back off the table. When she asked to cum a moment later he firmly said “no!" 10 seconds later she asked again desperately, he still replied “no!" 15 seconds later he said “cum." She thought she was going to pass out, she had never had an orgasm like this one.

As she started to come down from the orgasm, he pulled out the ribbed dildo, and exchanged it for the bulbous one. “We are going for another orgasm, let’s see if you can multiple orgasm,” with that he inserted the bulbous head to the point where he knew her g-spot was, and then rested the still vibrating wand head against the dildo’s end in his hand, and turned up the wand intensity two clicks. Emma thought she was going to explode, the vibrations were transferring directly to her g-spot. She had never felt anything like it. 30 seconds later she had the beginnings of her first multiple orgasm, it was equally as strong as the one a moment before, a third orgasm quickly followed the second.

At the end of the third orgasm he pulled out the dildo, placing it and the wand down next to Emma, and quickly moved to released both of the clips holding her wrists to her ankles. She slowly started stretching her legs out, and raising her arms above her head.

“Do you need a hug?”

She moaned as taught muscles stretched, then opened her eyes, smiled, and said “yes."

She got up onto her feet slowly and then flowed into his open arms. They held each other for a couple of minutes. Eventually she relaxed her hug and leaned back, she again kissed his cheek and said warmly, “Thank you, that was truly eye opening."

“So you might like to try exploring further, another time? I can say that you are a marvelous dance partner. I would enjoy dancing with you again”

She smiled up at him, “let’s just say my favorite chapter was not the first. I will leave it at that.”

“There is a shower in the bathroom.” She collected her skirt and sweater and headed for the bathroom. She left the door open as she showered. When she came out she was wearing the sweater and the skirt. She walked over to the table and grabbed the swimsuit and put it in her purse. He raised his eyebrows, knowing she only had the sweater and skirt on, she was going commando.

“Is there anywhere I can drop you?”

She replied a corner out near Golden Gate Park. She gathered up her purse and ball gag, and then asked for the balls back, she put them in her purse with the gag. “I would wear these, but I think I need to give my pussy a break for the rest of the day."

Emma was out to dinner with some of her friends that evening. At one point she excused herself to go to the restroom, a good friend got up with her. When they got in the bathroom her friend commented. “Emma you’ve had a huge grin on your face all evening. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said you’ve gotten yourself laid.”

Emma laughed, “Kristina, you have no idea”, and grinned from ear to ear.

It was six weeks later, and the end of their third meeting, that he gave her a key to the apartment. “It would probably be best if you let could yourself in, rather than waiting out on the street for me to arrive. I’d feel better knowing you weren’t waiting for me to arrive on the street in what is kind of a questionable part of town. Think of this place as a refuge, if you need to be by yourself you are welcome to use it. You have my phone number, text me if you are going to come here, just in case a neighbor calls me.”

He got her first text message that she would like to use the apartment four weeks later.

He replied – You okay?

Kind of. Just a crappy day.

You want some company?

No, just need to be by myself.

Okay. If you need anything you know how to find me.

Thank you.

She sent him a text later that evening

Do you have anything planned for tomorrow evening?

No, you want to have dinner?

How about dinner and dancing?

I’ll meet you there. You working tomorrow?

Yes, but I may leave work early. Could we do chapter 2? I think I need something really intense to clear my mind.

Your wish is my command. Use the balls starting just before you leave work.

I’ve already started. 🙂

He arrived at the apartment first, Emma arrived a short while later. He had already started preparing when he heard her putting the key in the lock. She opened the door and smiled when she realized he was already there. There were cuffs, rope, dildos, the wand, string, and a blindfold on the table.

She hurriedly walked over to him and hugged him, “thank you the use of the apartment, it meant a lot yesterday."

“It’s why you have a key. You okay?”

“Yeah. All is good now, just something at work, I needed some alone time to think. The problem got resolved today.” She broke the embrace, and looked at the table, “preparing to dance I can see. “Do you want to eat first?”

“Actually I was thinking we could try a little rope bondage before dinner, you interested?”

She smiled, “I’ll try anything once.”

“Okay, get yourself naked."

Emma started disrobing right where she was standing, folding her clothing and placing it on the back of the sofa separating the kitchen from the living room.

When she was naked he told her to turn around and touch hands to elbows behind her back. He grabbed a large coil of rope, uncoiled it, found the middle of the strand and started very loosely circling her arms twice with the doubled up rope, then tied the rope off.

Emma laughed, “is this supposed to hold me?”

Bucky chuckled, “Oh yee of little faith,” as he brought the remaining rope from her wrists up and did a double rope wrap above her breasts, he brought the rope under the rope coming up from her wrists and reversed direction. As he tightened the rope her lower arms were lifted a bit. He circled her chest above the breasts again, and quickly tied the rope off. With still more remaining rope he did the same immediately below her breasts.

“I have never seen this discussed, but I am a firm believer that Japanese rope masters intentionally tied the first coils around the lower arms as a method of calming there “victims”, they think this will be easy to escape from initially because their arms are tied so loosely, but by the time the coils of rope have circled their bodies above and below their breasts they realize they are trapped. The wraps of rope around their chest prevent them from getting their arms out of the loose bond holding the lower arms, quite ingenious. ”

He moved in front of her and then ran a finger under the coils above her breasts, then the coils below to make sure everything was looking proper, no ropes resting above each other. He then grabbed another coil of rope and tied it again in the middle of her back then threaded it between her torso and her right arm coming out the front between the coils above and below her breasts, once the rope came out the front he pulled it all the way through then down and back to the middle of her back and tightened it.

Emma felt the lower rope beneath her breasts tighten both across her chest and around her arm, he did the same on the other side. Emma quickly realized she was now completely trapped. She couldn’t move her upper arms, which prevented her from escaping the loose ropes holding her lower arms in place. A minute before she had felt confident she could escape, now she realized the restraint was already complete.

He then brought a doubled up rope over her shoulder, down between her breasts, and fed the rope under the lower coils surrounding her chest. He brought the rope up, circled the same rope, then brought the rope up over the opposite shoulder. He came around in front of her and grabbed the second rope going back over her shoulder and started lifting/tightening it, making sure the lower ropes going under her breasts didn’t start bunching. When he was satisfied with the “squeeze” he had created on her breasts was good he tied that rope off behind her back.

“The Japanese are very big on aesthetics, not only should ropes bind and torment – they should look pretty at the same time. How does that feel? Anything tingling?”

“No, it feels really good. I can’t move my arms at all.”

He grabbed yet another rope, and this time circled her waist with the rope again doubled up, he fed the rope through the folded up loop in front and pulled it tight. He brought the rope down, giving the rope a couple of sharp tugs, then brought the rope against her lower belly, grabbed the rope immediately above her clit. Lifting the rope away, he tied a figure 8 knot in that spot. He then brought the rope down between her legs, and back up to the rope circling her waist in back. He then adjusted and tightened the rope so the rope was going through her pussy lips, the knot firmly resting directly on her clit.

“The Japanese are rather sneaky about this. The idea is that over time, as you get more and more sensitized to the ropes, you’ll get more and more “hot and bothered." What I like is there will be nothing you can do about it,” he smiled evilly. “Now, about food, what would you like for dinner?”

An hour later they were sitting on stools in the kitchen, she still tied. He was feeding them both sushi that had been delivered a few minutes before. He had prepared soy sauce and wasabi separately for her and him, and was alternating feeding themselves using only chopsticks. She had said she was impressed with his abilities to use them. He had replied that after many years of eating Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese and Thai it would be more of a surprise if he didn’t. He was enjoying feeding her, they were making a playful game of it. She was both hungry, and really wanted to cum – he was right these ropes were a delicious form of torture.

An hour later she was in wrist and ankle cuffs tied securely in place on the table. Her elbows resting on the table with her arms extending forward. Her knees also on the table, her lower legs extending back. There were taught strings tied to each nipple extending front and back to each sides corresponding cuff’s securing ring. She had a blindfold on, he had said it would heighten her other senses. Her nipples were throbbing. He had slowly but firmly spanked her when she was first restrained in this position, each swat causing her to move forward away from the impact, which had caused the strings to tug mercilessly at her nipples and breasts. He had given her 10 swats. He had since been “working” her with a dildo and massaging her clit with his finger while she moved back forward and back trying to masturbate herself on the dildo.

She really wanted to cum, he had not said “cum” yet, she was getting to the point of begging for an orgasm. He had just said “no” again, and had pulled out the dildo as he said it.

He had promised to give her an “intense” experience, this was beyond her expectations. She was now expecting him to start playing with her nipples again, but this time she heard him move around the table in front of her. She heard a zipper working, then a moment later felt something at her lips. She immediately opened her mouth to try to capture the penis at her lips, it pulled away. A moment later it was back, she again opened her mouth and tried again to get it in, it pulled away again.

The next time she felt it against her lips she pulled her head back a bit – the penis followed her, then she quickly opened her mouth – the head well past her lips before she realize it wasn’t a penis attached to a human being. A moment later she felt leather straps wrapping around her head, “a penis gag!!!!" The straps tightened quickly to hold the penis in her mouth in place. She moaned deeply and happily, hearing him chuckle as she did. They had talked about gags weeks before. He had explained that the tongue is so strong that even a very tightly fitted ball gag by itself can be pushed out by someone really wanting to get it out.

This one was completely different, this wasn’t going to be pushed out by her tongue.

“Yellow,” he said, “how are you doing Emma? Everything okay?”

She nodded her head, yes, and made the uh-ha sound which sounded to her the same even with the gag in place.

“Ok, now grunt three times”

She did.

“That is the sound you need to make if you are gagged, and need to say “red." A single grunt is “yes." Do you understand?”

She grunted once.

“Good girl, Your nipples look fine, no change in color, so I’m going to leave them tied up. We are back in play. Make yourself comfortable, we are just getting started." She moaned long and deeply into the gag.

She heard him move around behind her, heard a chair being moved to just behind her, and then the sound of him sitting down. She knew her face was turning red, he was looking directly at her now dripping pussy right there at eye level. She could feel moisture rolling down her thigh, and knew it was right there in plain sight for him to see. Then she felt something brush her clit, she quickly realized he had pulled out one of the paint brushes. A moment later she screamed long and hard into the gag shaking her head “NO!” She had developed a love/hate relationship with those damned paint brushes.

The brushes teased her like nothing else, he was also learning her responses well enough to know when she was getting close to an orgasm – so he could back off just enough to keep her from cumming. He could keep her “on edge” for what would seem like forever, she just had to keep in mind that the forced orgasms at the end were going to be incredible – if she could.

“When I built this space I made sure to insulate the walls for sound transmission, I didn’t want to be kept up at night listening to someone else’s music through the walls. You can scream as loudly as you like, no one will hear you.” She felt the brush touching her clit again, “my, you sure are wet," he said with a laugh, she felt her face getting redder.

It was more than a year later, in late October, when he received Emma’s email.

Hi Bucky, The semester is going really well. It is getting cold out here, a reminder that winter is coming.

I will be coming home for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. I would really love to have dinner and dancing while I am in town during both trips, will you be around? I would really like to find a dance partner my own age, but you know how difficult it is to find someone you can really trust and mesh with. I fear you may be the only real dance partner I will ever have.

What is the old saying, “it is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all." The same could apply to dance partners.

Anyway, I really hope you are around; I really would like to dance with someone who knows what he is doing on the dance floor (table?)!

Best, Emma

P. S. I know this may be getting old for you, I really would love to do Chapter 2 again. I will never forget the first time we did it (THANK YOU!!!), regardless of how many times we do it, it never gets old.

An Unlikely Dance Partner · Part 2 (2/2)
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