She got dressed in her cycling outfit, by all appearances looking like someone who was going out for a fifty-mile bike ride. Little did her husband or kids know, she was meeting him about a half mile away to take her to play.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good. Not as great as she would in a few months after the tummy tuck operation, but compared to where she was, she was a very beautiful 46 year old woman. A very horny one, she chuckled to herself.
At first, she was going to ignore his email. He was not going to be the Dom that she was seeking. He was just too nice, and inexperienced in the lifestyle. She admitted that she enjoyed the visit to his house, that she was comfortable there, that she wished he would have broken his promise to be a gentleman, had taken her hand, and dragged her off to his bed. She had decided the next day that he was not the one for her, and he protested, and protested again. She continued her search for that Dom that she needed, but so far it was not going well. Meanwhile, it had been almost five months since anyone had touched her.
So his invitation via email was tempting. His wife was going out of town for the weekend. Come over to play - I'll pick you up and your bicycle and bring you to my house, and then we could play. And you could overcome that growing horniness between your legs, and have some fun too. She read in his email what he proposed to do, and that turned her on just like the times they initially chatted and fantasized online. She wrote back, proposing a time and place for him to meet her on Saturday morning, April 28th.
She got on her cycle, and started peddling down the street. She was being so wicked. She would go only a half a mile to and the same distance back today, not the 50 miles that she normally did on Saturday. In between, she hoped that she would have a good time. In a few minutes, she pulled into the small store's parking lot, and saw his van parked, and saw him sitting in the driver's seat.
He stepped out of the van as she approached. He pressed the remote, automatically opening the side door to the Dodge Caravan. She saw that its middle seats were folded down, leaving a nice space to put her bike. He grabbed the cycle, and motioned her to get into the back of the van, to the third seat. As she sat down, she saw he had a few items sitting there. He told her to put on the blindfold, which she quickly did. She could feel his weight as he got into the back, and as he reached for her left hand. He told her he was putting on some handcuffs. This sent a shiver up her spine; this was not mentioned in his email. He then cuffed her right hand, and then fastened the seat belt around her. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she could sense him moving in the van. She heard her cycle moved into the van, and the side door being shut. Then the driver's door opened and closed and the van started. It backed up, and then started to move forward.
She assumed that he was taking her to his home. He did not speak, and she would not do so unless spoken to. Music from Sunny 95 was playing. Oh no, that old rock song - It Hurts So Good - she wanted to laugh. She could tell they were driving in city traffic, as the van stopped and then started moving again, probably at stoplights. He finally said something, asking if she was OK. She said she was. He then told her the safe word, FOUR, which she repeated to him. Then he continued to drive in silence, and she sat in the van seat quietly, awaiting the next step.
It seemed forever, but probably about twenty or thirty minutes, she felt the van come to a stop and the motor being shut off, and hearing the garage door being shut. She heard the door open, and then the side door open too. He did not say anything. She assumed that he was looking deeply at her, she wearing a rather skimpy but sexy looking cycling outfit. What he did not know is that she had bought that this week after receiving his email. She was pretty sure that he was enjoying looking at her body.
After a few minutes, she felt his weight in the van, and then he touched her hand. He unsnapped the seat belt, and then gently pulled her up. His hand was touching the top of her head, keeping her from accidentally hitting it on the roof. He guided her to the side door, and then lifted her out of the van. She thought he was going to sit her on the ground, but he surprised her by carrying her, with one hand around her back and the other under her thighs. He lifted up, probably the steps leading from the garage to the house; he must be carrying me inside the house. He turned, and she heard the door being shut. Then he sat her down on the floor, not gently, but she did not fall. She was sitting on the floor, and from the feel, probably in the kitchen.
Again, she could feel his eyes on her body. She did not move. Of course, she did not speak, and he had not said a word since stopping the van. Then she felt his hands, one behind her head, the other tilting her chin upwards. Then she felt his lips on hers. He started to kiss her, first without a tongue, but that did not last long. They kissed for several minutes, while one of his hands massaged the back of her neck. She liked to be kissed, and he liked to kiss. He had to be kneeling down, but she did not feel his body, only his hands and mouth. Finally, he removed his mouth from hers, and said he really liked kissing her.
He then told her that he was going to have her stand, and he would lead her upstairs to a bedroom. She followed his directions, and he told her that they would start taking each step one at a time. He pushed her ahead, and followed her upstairs, holding on to her butt as she walked up the stairs. He was not going to risk her falling. Then he stopped her at the top, and grabbed her hand and led her down a short hallway. She was turned, and then pushed back and found herself sitting on a bed. He undid her handcuffs and laid them next to her.
He told her that he was going to step out of the bedroom, close the door, and wait for her to get done. She was told to take her clothes off, lay on the bed on her stomach, and put her arms above her head and reattach the handcuffs. Then she was to scream that she was ready, and then wait.
She heard him step away and the door shut. She thought about taking her blindfold off, he did not mention that at all. What if he was still standing there watching her? She could not take the chance, disobeying him. She stood up, and started to pull her cycling outfit off. She took off her sports bra, and let all the clothing fall to the floor. She probably would be punished for being so messy, but being blindfolded did not give her an opportunity to remember where a chair was in the room. She turned back to the bed, found the handcuffs, and crawled up on the kings sized bed. Nice bed. She cuffed herself, and lay on the bed. She hollered, "I'm Ready!"
Nothing happened, at least for several minutes. She listened for the door to open. Silence. She wondered if she was loud enough, wondering if she should shout again. She decided to lay there and be quiet. He was in control. Of her.
All of the sudden, she was smacked in the butt. A hard smack, just the right amount of sting, but not too hard. This was followed by four more smacks on her right cheek. Then five on her left one. She grunted on the first spanking, but became more in control on the next ones. Then he stopped. For about a minute. Then she felt something around her ankle. Felt like pantyhose. Yea, he must be using that to tie up her ankle, and tie her up to the poster on the bed. Then the other ankle, and this time her leg was pulled apart, tightly. She loved being tied up. And she knew he loved doing this to her.
Then she was being spanked again by his hand. Alternating her butt cheeks. She grunted again on the first smack, but was able to be silent on the remainder. Ten spankings, alternating. Then he stopped. Then he spoke, telling her that the spanking was for the last two weeks of tormenting him. She was punished for that. Now all was settled.
She could feel him climb on the bed behind her. Was he going to fuck her pussy or arse? She was very wet, dripping, so his cock would go right in. He did not touch her. Wonder what he was doing? Smelling her? Then he moved off the bed.
Now she felt the slight stubble on his face as he started to kiss the back of her neck. He told her he was now going to kiss her. A lot. And he did. And she kissed him back. He held her head. He ran his fingers through her thick black hair. He massaged her scalp. He kissed, licked, and sucked around her ears. And her neck. And is tongue in her mouth. Awesome tongue. Moving all around her face, head, neck. Rubbing slightly her shoulders. And then moving elsewhere, doing it again. She liked it because he liked it so much. And the kissing was not just for a few minutes. Or five minutes. It was the longest period she had ever kissed a guy. Or a gal. She never got tired, and neither did he. He just kept kissing her, in every possible way. The furthest south he would go would be her shoulders and biceps in her arms. He did not touch the rest of her body. Yet.
Finally, after maybe thirty minutes, or maybe it was an hour, he stopped. She heard him walk away, and the door open and close. She lay there, blindfolded, legs tied, arms shackled. She was really aroused. She felt the wetness around her crotch. Hell, she was soaked. She had never been treated to so much kissing, and it had turned her on. And it had turned him on. She continued to lie on the bed, in silence.
Next she felt her leg being moved. This forced her to roll over. Her other leg moved awkwardly to one side, still tied to the poster bed. She was now lying mostly on her back. She could feel her free leg now being pulled; he was probably tying her up again.
