The drive down to the desert was lovely. I love the desert. There is just something about the mountain vistas and the sparseness of the terrain... and the warm air certainly agrees with me, especially at night. There is little that makes me feel sexier than flitting around in a wispy sundress at night in the desert... the warm breeze tickling my skin, making me long to be naked.
I'm not sure why I'm going on this trip. I mean I know why I'm going -- you know I love the desert and, more importantly, wanted me to come along -- but I'm still not sure
why
it's important to you to have me on a golf weekend with a bunch of your friends I've never met. Still, it is a weekend at a lush resort in the desert and you've promised me repeatedly that I'll have a good time...
The hotel is beautiful. It's all I can do not to peel out of my clothes and into my bikini the minute we cross the threshold of our room. Considering how cute the bellman is who is carrying our bags, I'm half tempted to expose some skin.
You shoot me a sideways smirk. You know my penchant for baby-faced, barely legal boys and this cutie fits that mold perfectly. You busy yourself seeing what sort of view we have from the room's picture window and let me flirt for a few minutes.
Finally the bellboy leaves, but not before bringing in a last piece I hadn't noticed in the car. The leather doctor's style bag sits menacingly on the bed. I simultaneously shudder and tingle at the sight of it.
I adopt the most cavalier attitude I can muster and busy myself with unpacking and chatting about the various details of the weekend ahead. After all, these are vanilla people we are spending the weekend with. Maybe the bag was already in your car or brought along simply as an after thought. Surely there won't be an opportunity to put it to use given all the time we will be spending with your friends.
I'm just putting the last of my clothes in the dresser when I feel your hand on the small of my back. I am instantly upright.
"I think you should go take a hot shower. You seem tense. It will do you good to relax."
Your voice is barely more than a whisper in my ear. You are running your fingers up and down my bare arms. I lean into you, wanting to melt into your body.
"Go on. I'll bring you a glass of wine and you can slide into the weekend. You're going to have fun. I promise."
There is no point in arguing with you. Not that I want to anyway. A shower will do me good and the pool isn't going anywhere. I'll be lounging in the sun soon enough.
The shower does feel great. I am definitely feeling more relaxed by the time I come out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped turban-style around my head.
"Come over here." Your stern tone gives me pause. "You heard me, young lady. Come over here."
It takes me less than two seconds to cross the room and stand in front of the small couch where you are sitting. So much for the relaxation of the shower -- my heart is racing. I'm trying desperately to figure out how, and why, things seem to have changed so much in the time I took in the bathroom.
The feel of your hand opening my naked legs brings me back from my thoughts. Even in my nervousness I can't help but respond to your touch.
"I promised you that you would have a good time this weekend, didn't I?"
I nod in silent confirmation.
"But I never told you
what kind
of good time, did I?" You smile up at me and I can see the mischievous spark in your eyes.
You stand up to face me and kiss me deeply. Instantly I melt into your touch, into your mouth. There is never a time when you kiss me like this that I don't want you inside me desperately. With your hands firmly on my shoulders you push my hungry mouth away and turn me so that my back is to you. You are close enough that I can feel your breath on my neck. It gives me goose bumps... and makes my nipples erect.
Silently you place the blindfold over my eyes and adjust it, making sure it is tight enough to eliminate any chance it might slip. I will no longer see anything, not even a sliver of light, until it is removed. Your hands move to my wrists wrapping them with tight leather cuffs. You encase my ankles in the same way.
You half walk, half shove me toward the bed. One quick push and I am splayed face down on the cool sheets. I can feel one large warm hand on my right wrist and the other on my left ankle. I moan a quiet protest into the mattress. There are few more vulnerable positions then being naked and hogtied and that is exactly the position you are putting me in.
As if reading my thoughts, your hand is between my legs, opening me. You pinch my clit hard.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully", your voice is serious but warm. I know immediately that you are not unhappy with me and this is not a punishment. It helps me to relax even though you continue to pinch my clit with agonizing pressure.
"From now until I remove your blindfold you are to do anything you are told to do. You may be told to do something verbally or you may be shown physically what is expected of you. No matter what happens, you are to behave and submit yourself
no matter what
