The Apartment Block · Part 1 (1/2)
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Arrival He'd said the wine I'd been drinking on the flight gave my mouth a floral flavour. l took the compliment, but I'd undoubtedly had too much, probably out of the anxiety of having only met him twice before.
This time was different though. Our online chats had entered new territory. To make a long story short, he'd sent me a picture of a girl in underwear and bound with white rope, with the challenge: "Do you fancy an adventure?"
Seeing the image had shocked me at first, but with it came the realisation that, if this was his secret fantasy, that this might be a way to be with him.
The idea of being helpless and controlled by such an attractive man had grown on me. Being tied by anyone was something I'd fantasised about myself in fact. Plus on some level I was pleased that he was honest enough to share his fantasy with me.
l had agreed we could 'try it'. The next evening he'd come back online with a few outlandish scenarios we might act out.
He'd reeled it back a little in the meantime, afraid of shocking me perhaps. But the agreement had been made it seemed and, based on that, he'd booked me a flight to visit him for an 'adventure weekend'.
Exciting idea? Yes. The reality – of going ahead with it, and being on a flight alone to a foreign country? That was a reality check.
He'd paid for the flight. That was part of the deal. I'd run with the idea and cajoled myself to go ahead and dress like one of those eastern European professional ladies you see passing through airports, if you get me. Short clingy black dress, strap-on heels, even the stringy underwear, and all hidden away under a black rain mac. I'd waxed fully, gotten my hair and nails done, and applied some pretty heavy mascara.
Dressing up to be his gift was fun and exciting but it had made me feel quite silly on arrival, and even seemed a little unjustified right up to the moment he'd offered to take my coat and place it in the trunk while we were in the underground parking lot. Seeing my cling-on dress up close had sparked a spontaneous kissing frenzy, pressing his tongue into my mouth powerfully while groping my little bottom. A little ice breaker but also perhaps marking me out as his territory. l'd responded perhaps too eagerly and he'd disengaged to back me up against the car again, staring into my eyes meaningfully for a long moment.
After checking nobody was around he pulled the bottom of my dress up to my belly to expose the narrow strip front of my thong underwear.
Moving my hands away to stop me covering myself, l gulped in anticipation as he stood back to view my evenly tanned form. An inspection!
The cool underground air brought goose-pimples to my legs, but suddenly he was back in my face. With one large hand around my neck he kissed me deeply once more, before pulling my hem down again. My sense of dignity restored, if not my breath, he silently gestured for me to get into the passenger seat.
On the road As we drive in his car, we chat and giggle like teenagers. The car seems large and luxurious and l feel very much the trophy in the passenger seat being fetched from the airport, and driven back to the manor.
We chat about the flight and my problems connecting my phone to a network. I like it when he places his hand on my knee, but during a pause in our chat, he reaches to open the glove compartment. I see a black ribbon-wrapped gift box.
"Open it!" he says.
My heart skips a little when l reveal its contents. It's a black leather collar.
"Oh – so this is really happening" l think to myself.
l look at him with a smile.
"Put it on," he says, eyes fixed on the road.
The instruction gives me pause. I'm the trophy girlfriend downgraded to sex toy, feels like.
l join him in staring at the road ahead.
lt's not the ruby tiara l was expecting, but giving him the benefit of the doubt, l take a deep swallow and wrap the strap around my neck. It's just a collar after all. I buckle it just behind my ear.
To kill my the new awkwardness in the air l busy myself with putting my hair up, and pulling down the passenger mirror to see how it looks, feigning enthusiasm.
He breaks the ice. "Do you like it?" Jeremy's ability to play the dom is very convincing. Rather than answer, I shoot him a playful smile. He laughs warmly.
Apartment At his home – an apartment complex in the city centre, we find ourselves in an underground parking lot. Opening my door and taking my weekend bag from the trunk, he takes my elbow and leads his collared import to the door of the lift. The entrance and exit signs all in a language I don't understand reiterating how far from home I am. It's not very reassuring.
We take a lift to a beautiful and spacious apartment, and l'm offered a drink. But before l'm served, l'm pressed against the wall and devoured with some quite aggressive kissing and groping of my butt. I'm reminded of how much bigger than me he is, as he pulls my short dress up over my head and tosses it onto a sofa. This is all happening very quickly! He reaches behind my back to expertly undo my bra with one hand, before tossing that onto the sofa as well.
With one hand keeping me against the wall, his other hand runs wild over the contours of my small but well toned body, kneading my breasts as if sampling their tone and texture. He pauses.
"You are very beautiful," he says sincerely, looking deeply into my eyes. "But first we have to complete your challenge, okay?"
I'm reminded of that photo of the sexy bound woman. Am I ready to be taken control of? He's gotten me all hot and bothered and, standing now in his hallway in my g-string, heels, and collar, l feel unable to say no.
Looking him straight in the eye, I can almost feel the lump in my throat against my dog collar as I slowly nod my acquiescence. With that simple gesture I agree to what's coming..
Agreement reached, it immediately feels like I've given him a licence to use me, as he continues where he left off and turns me to face the wall. I feel the matt textured paintwork on my cheek as his body weight presses up heavily against me. He leans into my butt cheeks, his hands squeeze my waist and hips and pull at my butt cheeks. His hands intrude under my thong string to confirm I'm completely bald down there, and a little moist, and my nipples are twisted until I squeak out loud.
It's quite a moment and l figure this is turning into a very enjoyable evening, when l feel him pull my arms behind me and pin my wrists together so that l can't get loose.
Keeping them pinned together with one large hand, he prods me down the corridor before him. He opens a door and I don't break the tense silence when I'm brought into what looks like a work room.
Workroom There is a counter and I'm pushed over and bent over it unceremoniously, my wrists still trapped behind me. Jeremy takes a short leather strap from the counter and l know what's coming.
Good God, I'm barely off the plane forty minutes and now this. I'm being collared and tied, by a man in his workroom, in a foreign country nobody knows I'm in. And I've agreed to this!
"Uh – Are we doing this already Jeremy?" l ask, before adding a joke, "l usually get a drink first!"
Before he answers, I feel the strap being buckled, snugly binding my wrists together.
"Isn't this what we agreed to?" he asks, answering my question with a question.
It's true. I've given him several green lights, and maybe even encouraged him in our many online chats, but the physical reality of being overpowered like this is triggering my flight instinct. I bite my lip.
From my face down position l feel his body pinning me against the counter edge. I see him pick another, longer strap from the counter, and feel him roughly pull my elbows together, before encircling them with the strap and pulling it tightly. I'm reminded of that time he asked if I do yoga.
With a heavy strain on my shoulder l feel the soft skin of my inner forearms pressing together. l gasp at the pressure created in my shoulders and my breath quickens.
"Jeremy – Jesus that's so TIGHT!" I gasp.
He moves away and l rebound up to stand again facing him.
"What the hell – Aren't we going a bit hardcore here?" l raise my voice for the first time.
With his increasingly irritating capacity for silence, he folds his arms and smiles the broadest most beautiful smile.
With his eyes now all over me I'm more aware of my erect and protruding breasts. They seem to jut out like I'm offering them to him. l can't help but blush and he approaches me to give me a welcome bear hug. As he kisses me deeply, I feel quite dominated by his large body, his tongue pressing into my mouth. I feel myself melt again as the temperature rises in my lower abdomen and crave for him to finish what we started in the corridor. I can't initiate anything though, incapacitated as I am.
While locked in a passionate embrace, l now feel his fingers slip under the extreme hi-rise string around my waist and my thong is pulled down past my thighs to drop onto my ankles.
He kneels down to dislodge them from my feet. l can feel his warm hand circling my ankle to lift it. l close my eyes. l can't look!
My heart now beats so strongly I wonder if he can hear it. Can he be noticing the moisture between my legs when l lift my knees? Can he smell me? Oh my God.. please get this over with!
l don't even try to resist having my last clothing removed, but his politeness in this moment is making me soooo self conscious! Don't get me wrong, I've been naked with a guy before and I've been undressed.. but Jeremy's body language is so transactional. Like a clinician prepping a patient.
When he stands back to look at me – now fully naked – I'm self-conscious again as he inspects my body. It's not at all cold in here but my nipples are unintentionally standing to attention. I must say it's one thing being publicly naked, it's another thing having your breasts forced to protrude so absurdly.
l know how much he's loving this however. It's his desire to act all this out so meticulously that keeps me on-side each time I think of chickening out. And I remember that he's paid for me to be here this weekend. He has a vested interest in acting out the fantasy that I feel duty bound – if you'll pardon the pun – to repay.
"How am I doing, does my body please you, Sir?" l ask dramatically, encouraged by the effects of the wine I've had earlier.
"Are you happy to be here?" he asks.
"Yes Sir," I respond.
"Are you excited?" he asks.
l nod.
"Can l see?" he asks.
I cast my eyes down, unable to admit that l want him to touch me. He sidles up close beside me. His slow hand runs over my stomach… and down to my smooth crotch. My feet shift to a wider stance as he cradles my mound in his large hand, like he's testing the shape of it. My breath is now quite audible in anticipation but he still doesn't enter me. He doesn't need to. With a slight sense of shame, l move to lean my head on his chest, but he backs off. He keeps recreating this social awkwardness over and over, never giving me that ice breaking intimacy I'm craving.
"You're doing great Anna. Just a couple of more things before we go out," he said, leaving the room.
Go out? I think to myself, What the… where is he going to take me dressed like this?
Alone now, I look around the work room. Other than counters, shelves, drawers and boxes there isn't much to suggest its purpose. There are some eye bolts drilled into the wall and ceiling and on the counter is some kind of timber form that l guess would hold whatever he's working on steady. It has the look of a woodwork bench but l don't see any chisels or tools.
I wonder what he does in here and what his plan is for me. Have l made a mistake allowing him to do all this to me?
I'm hopeful there is a good reason for front loading our dirty weekend with the fantasy I'd agreed to. I convince myself he's feeling as aroused as I am and wants to get this off his chest before spending a more 'normal' weekend with me. He'd told me on the way over that he himself would need to be brave to go ahead with acting all this out. It would be easy to just untie me and cuddle, but this plan of his has to be carried out first, and an essential aspect of it is that l be kept in the dark about what happens next.
l am on board with that, but his comment about 'going out' is now troubling me.
Just then he comes back in with a wicked smile. Is that what l think it is? A shiny red ball on a strap. l feel my heart start to pound again.
The dynamic in this moment is that l am the inanimate toy that doesn't question why or what he's doing to me. But we hadn't mentioned a ball gag in our online chats.
"Jeremy" I say, "Is that going in my mouth? I'm not sure l can… "
"Shhhhhhh," he puts his finger to my mouth, part reassuring, part threatening, and silently moves behind me.
He motions me up against the counter and l feel my bound hands press against his jeans as he braces me firmly against the edge of the counter. Wow – he's really going to do this to me. He's going to gag me.
Hearing a nervous shake in my own voice, I say: "It's just that I've never been gagged befo…" but my sentence is cut short by the orb pressing against my lips.
"You're going to look so beautiful with this," he says. I take a deep swallow and open up. "Wider," he urges as the silicone ball snags against my teeth.
He's a lot larger than me and while the back of my head is being held steady by his chest and his thumbs planted under my ears, l feel the ball agitate inelegantly against my teeth as he pulls the straps back forcefully.
Overcome with claustrophobia now I instinctively squirm against him, but his grip on my head is so powerful. Please don't do this!
"Unggg," a moan escapes me as my head lurches in panic against the ball just as it finally slips fully past my front teeth.
That's it. It's in.
Defeated, I feel him loosen his hold on me to buckle the strap. He tips my head forward rather brusquely and flicks aside my ponytail before I feel the grating of the strap sliding through the buckle at the base of my neck. A final disrespectful tug, and the ordeal is over.
"There." he announces.
He's done it. He's gagged me.
I take a moment to myself as he steps back. I don't budge from the spot. I'm shaken by the onslaught and I'm feeling quite violated. When I open my eyes they're blurry with tears.
He pulls my chin towards him, but it's only to check that the strap won't come loose.
The feeling of your mouth gaping open so grotesquely doesn't feel so sexy at first, if I'm honest.
l try to stretch my jaw open to let the silicon invader settle but I'm already at capacity. I can compress the ball if I squeeze on it and I can feel the straps chaff against the edge of my distended mouth.
"Can you spit it out?" he asks, without a hint of an apology.
My first time gagged, I try to say that it's too big. "Achh-huh-hugh," comes out. Christ I sound moronic on top of everything else. I want to complain about the fact that I can't even talk to him now, but he reads my mind.
"It's okay Anna, it's just for a little while," he sighs. "You don't need to speak. I'm the only one talking from now on, Okay?" I make an attempted swallow, and nod quietly.
Eventually returning his stare, he sees my eyes moistening up. I'm losing the 'feeling'. He approaches. His arms slip around my torso for a strong embrace, and l bury my head in his chest. His hands move to my butt cheeks and the grope has the soothing effect of a deep massage. And then the 'feeling' comes back!
Oh my God I'm such a pushover. This guy has total control of me. How does he do it? It's almost like he's found my 'On' button. What's wrong with me!
Eager to be touched again, I feel myself writhing my butt against his hands. I try to direct his hands further between my cheeks, but as soon as I feel the pleasure building deep down inside me, he stops and leaves me standing!
He comes back with another buckled strap and his hands move to my ponytail. He tugs it loose and then recreates it into a high ponytail right on top of my head, wrapping the strap several times up and down to form a kind of rigid pillar, before buckling it snugly.
Then he's pulling my collar ring again, jerking me forward out of the work room.
The Apartment Block · Part 1 (1/2)
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