The tube train rumbles and clatters around me. Absently, I smooth the fabric of my dress over my lap, and feel the bumps of the suspenders holding up my stockings. I smile to myself, a little thrill of delicious wickedness wriggling in my belly. I steal a glance at a clutch of my stony faced fellow passengers, stifling a giggle with a cough. If they only knew! I struggle to contain myself and turn my mind to what lies ahead.
Three days ago, you would have received my birthday parcel. I imagine for the millionth time, your face as you opened it, laid its contents out on your bed. The cuffs were the bulkiest things; you'd have seen them first. Then the blindfold. Then the card would have slipped out, with the instructions, the hotel room number and address. My smile growing again, I imagine your incredulity as you sift through the contents of the package, laughing but not understanding until you read the card. I savour the picture of realization slowly dawning on your face, of what I intend.
The train grinds to a halt at my stop. Quickly, I gather myself and step onto the platform. As the train trundles away down the tunnel, I turn to get my bearings and head off toward the exit. At the top of the escalator, I smell cold fresh air and spot the sign to the street. My dress whips around my legs, and I climb the stairs. A short walk takes me to a side street. A few yards this way and that, and there's the hotel.
I feel my heart thump in my chest, suddenly it's real, too real, no longer cyber chat or email but happening here and now, and I feel myself begin to tremble. I pause on the pavement and turn to look back down the street, hesitating. The street is bleak and empty, and I hear the sounds of the city on the wind that blows cold gusts into my face, taking my breath away. I turn back toward the hotel where the oval awning flaps over the small revolving door and warm yellow light spills out into the grey. Straightening, I take a deep breath and walk inside.
Checking in goes past in a blur. I try to sound confident as I ask whether you have arrived. I feel a rush of relief and excitement both when the desk clerk tells me you got here half an hour ago. But I can't stop my legs shaking as I take the carpeted staircase to the second floor, and along a short corridor to our room. The 'Do Not Disturb' sign sways on the handle as I turn it. I open the door and step over the threshold, letting it swing gently closed behind me. Another three paces and...
... you're there. I pause, taking in the scene. The curtains are drawn, and soft light from two bedside lamps light the room. A chair in one corner has some clothes thrown across it, trainers underneath. A dressing table with a mirror stands against one wall, and opposite, the double bed takes up most of the small room. I can see your form under the light covers, one leg bent and to the side and the unmistakable bulge of a semi hard cock at your crotch. It twitches slightly as my eyes travel up your body to your naked chest. Your arms reach above you, your hands holding on to the bars of the brass bed head, but at your wrists are the signs that you've followed the rest of your instructions; the black bands of the restraints that hold you there and keep you there until I let you go. I feel a rush of moisture and warmth flood between my legs, and my confidence returns. I am sure now, of my path, of myself; that I want to make you mine. My eyes come to rest on your face, slightly turned in my direction. Your jaw works uneasily, and you tilt your head to listen, your eyes seeing only blackness under the blindfold.
"Clarissa?" It's the first time I've heard your voice, and you're saying my name.
"Shh...yess", I soothe. I take a step towards the bed as you breathe a relieved sigh, and glance into the bathroom. There's evidence of a shower; a towel on the floor and a steamy mirror. I set my bag on the floor beside the bed and sit beside you, reach out my hand.
"Hey," I say softly, with a smile you can surely hear. " How are you doing?" You flinch slightly at the unexpected touch of my hand coming to rest gently on your warm chest, then grin up at the ceiling.
"Fine".
You shift slightly, and I can almost feel your senses reach out, trying to gather what information you can. My hand slides up to your neck, gliding over your skin, my thumb tracing the line of your chin.
"Pleased to meet you, Tom" I say, and lean in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. I rise from the bed and pad over to the chair, unbuttoning my dress as I go. As I slip out of my over clothes and step out of my thong, you raise your head as if to follow my movement. Carefully, I smooth out the lace of my underwear, then, taking my time, move to stand beside the bed. I stay there, quiet for a moment, watching you, waiting, tantalizing us both, reveling in the anticipation. Then I lean forwards and place my hands on your soft belly. I stroke outwards to your sides, then descend, taking the sheets with me, slowly revealing your body; past your hips, my fingers brushing the sides of your buttocks, down your thighs, knees and calves, to your feet. I stand back and my eyes feast on your nakedness, feeling my arousal grow.
I get onto the bed, and carefully kneel astride you, resting my hands on your shoulders and letting my long hair fall forwards, draping over your tethered arms. Slowly I lower my mouth to yours. I pause a moment, letting my breath wash over your face, then dip closer and brush your lips with mine. Your lips part in response, your head tilts up to catch me in the kiss, but I pull back. Again I dip towards you, only to pull back when you respond, smiling. Only when you let your head relax against the pillow, do I bend to your mouth again. Teaching you that I am in control. This time I stroke the tip of my tongue around your soft lips, before I pull back, leaving them glistening. I blow gently on them, making them cold, then back again, small, gentle licks, making your mouth wet and inviting. Your tongue flicks out toward mine, and I allow it, smiling, giving little pecks, little licks. Slowly, I let my body sink down toward you. As I finally press my mouth gently against yours, you begin to feel the swell of my breasts under the soft satin of my basque, the fastenings of the suspenders at my thighs, and the nylon of stockings scraping against your legs. I let my tongue wander past your lips, and feel the heat of your cock against me as it begins to swell and thicken. Tasting you, teasing you I open my mouth and kiss you deeply, feeling your breathing quicken and deepen. And slowly and sensuously, I start to rock my hips against you. I hear the restraints pull against the bed head as your body responds, and you try to move to touch me, your own hips pulling back in the beginnings of a slow thrust.
The movement excites me. I murmur into your mouth and you shudder as you push up towards me, pressing your cock against my mound. Again you pull back, and as you do, I break the kiss, and bend my head to your neck, just behind your ear. You moan softly as you push your ever-hardening cock against me, turning your head to allow me access. As we rock rhythmically, slowly, I nip softly at your neck with my lips, sucking at your skin, tasting, licking. I work my way down to where your shoulder meets your neck and bite gently down on the muscle, then suck, drawing the skin into my mouth. I hear you take a sharp breath through your teeth, as I mark you as mine. My hands roam over your arms and shoulders, my full weight upon you as I suck at your neck, feeling you tense from the almost-pain. I writhe against you, feeling the juices gathering at my nether lips, and my hunger for you increase. Finally I release, and pull back to admire the red, mouth shaped flower blooming under your skin. I kiss it, and touch my cheek to yours.
"You want to play a game with me?"
I whisper the words in your ear. You swallow and take a shaky breath. There's a hint of trepidation in your voice when you reply;
"What kind of game?"
