What happens to a daughter of two free spirits who travelled the world in search of harmony and enlightenment throughout their youth, and once their daughter came along they still moved around until they settled into a commune-style life in the middle of no where America?
One India Smythe carved her own path away from the life of nonconformity, one that included college for a master in mathematics and a bachelor in computer sciences. Taking steps to further separate herself included moving to the city to make her own way within the corporate world her parents had so despised.
The first company she applied was also the first to offer her a position, but she played it cool and waited to see if any better offers came her way. When they did not she took the post offered with a large accountancy firm and three years down the road she was respected by her peers and doing better than she had expected fiscally. The difficulty for India was as a newcomer to the city it was a wild and wonderful place, but like everything else she took on, she made sure to choose a path best suited for her needs and not what others may expect.
It would be easy to assume she was an outgoing confident woman, the self-assurance was correct but she had never been accused of being gregarious. At a willowy six foot barefoot, flaming golden red hair, plump pink lips and big china blue eyes, some found her intimidating others just unattractive and not worthy of their attention. The man for her will have not desire for a waistline, lush hips or backside because she had nothing to speak of and anything extra had been shifted up to create a more than bountiful breast and left nothing for anywhere else, not even her long thin legs.
There had been a man here and there since she had moved to the city but none who stood out as the man. India admitted to the wanting, if only because when it came to sex she had not been able to disconnect the feelings of the heart and soul from being involved. One of her adventures with friends was to a swinger's party and, although she went as a ticket the idea of being watched by a group or a lover was something she wanted to experience, to see if it was really as exciting and pleasurable as it appeared.
Then there came the evening she found herself out on a date with Lance Rockland, the youngest partner in the firm she worked for and entirely too handsome for words, and all bets were off. This man was way out of her league but she was nothing if not goal oriented and his innate ability to appear within her range of notice and her panties went damp in a flash.
Wild laughing ice blue eyes did not match with the short corporate perfect ink black hair but they went well with the six and a half foot tall strong athletically built man who was also principled and enlightened within their corporate realm.
Besides he had ask her out on a date, no work but purely personal is how he had stated the question and India had offered a cool yes.
That first date had happened eight months ago and they have been a hot and heavy item ever since, but tonight he had said he wanted to be a surprise. The only details he had given her with a wicked grin gracing his lips was to be at his home by seven this evening for dinner.
They were a well-matched couple and not just because they were of a similar height and therefore the fit was perfect. No, they were a success because they were both similarly kinky in the sack. That being said she decided to give him a surprise as well and attend his secret evening in a deep forest green fine lace demi-balconet bra and thong set, a pair of sheer black stay-up stockings, black stiletto heels and a lovely black cashmere overcoat.
India had driven to his house before but this time she was more than a little nervous and took extra care so as not to draw any undo attention and have to step out from the safety of her cautious sedan. Breathing a deep sigh of relief when she arrived at his house, she parked and walked up the front steps only to find the door opened before she had a chance to knock.
Lance smiled and reached a hand out to escort her over the stoop and then clasped her in a hug before he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue in and claiming dominance of her, her pleasures and the evening from that point onwards. Reaching out he slowly started to unbutton the coat and without looking moved his hands in to clasp her waist and move her closer only to discover how little she was wearing.
A grin spread across her face as he stepped back to take in her seductive attire.
"You are stunning my love and goes perfectly with my surprise for you as well." With that said he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a length of black silk and held it out for her to see. Looking up she noticed what the wicked gleam within his incredible eyes and knew she was in for a real treat tonight.
With a shrug of her shoulders the coat dropped at her feet, dropping her small handbag next before India turned her back on her lover, pushed the front door shut and put her hands on her hips to wait for the next stop.
"I am all yours big guy." Taking a calming breath when the silk came up and covered her eyes.
"Do not worry love, remember your safe word?"
"Yes, meat."
"That is right, meat." Gentle hands moved her hair to float over one shoulder leaving the other bare for him to drop soft kisses up her neck to her ear and whispered, "Are you ready?"
After her nodding ascent he moved her hand to rest on the crook of his arm and escorted her to what she thought was the dining room and sat her to the side of the head of the table before she heard him take the seat the other chair. The meal progressed as many other had before except tonight he fed her each bite, held the glass of sparkling water for her to sip from and in between they spoke of happenings, friends and even the occasional work item.
After the lovely vegan meal Lance had prepared, which never stopped surprising her that he both cooked and bothered to make it something she would eat and enjoy, he soothed her hands and asked if she was ready for the main event.
With a slow nod, mainly because how can you really be prepared for something you have no idea what it is, she tried for a smile and said in the looming quiet, "You remember the word right?"
"Meat. If the vile word is said everything stops."
A stronger smile moved across her face and she nodded her head with a more affirming motion, "That is right."
Lance stood and led her from the room into what she thought was the formal living room that they rarely sat in so she was not entirely sure of what was where in this space so was blinded by more than the scarf over her eyes. Slowly he stripped her bra and thong from her excited body but left her shoes and stockings on, she knew he always got a thrill from seeing her partially attired like this, bald pussy and large bouncing breasts.
From her memory the room was large in both height and floor space but it did not feel cold, and in fact it did not feel empty. Not sure why that sensation entered her thoughts but it did before Lance led her up a stepped platform and sat her down in what felt like an odd chair.
A wide and narrow flat base and a padded high back that ended somewhere above her head were the most recognisable aspects of the piece. Once she was resting on the piece her lover moved her feet up to rest on two plinths and straps came up to tighten over her feet so that she not only could not easily move but it left her legs fairly well spread. Next her arms were spread out and bent at the elbow before he strapped them also splayed to the side.
Feeling his pant legs brush her thigh before his hard groin settled against her mound encouraged her senses to gallop freely. Stroking a large rough finger down her cheek towards her mouth bringing her back from the edge, otherwise she would have spiralled deeper into the pool of pleasure just waiting for her to fall.
"Love, how are you doing?"
"Yes Rock I am fine."
"Excellent, then let us begin."
