Lead me into the dark

I knelt between his thighs in the common room and welcomed the darkness as he
blindfolded me. BDSM had long lurked in the back of my mind as a forbidden fantasy.
Something I had read about but never thought to experience.
A black lace slip was all I was wearing. A sheer garment that gave me the illusion of being
covered but left nothing to the imagination. As I waited for what he would do next, I
became aware of the moisture between my thighs. Without panties to soak it up, it spread
and if I had been standing it would have dripped down on the floor.
With a light touch of his index finger, he lifted my chin and slipped the leather choker
around my neck, claiming me for the evening. I could not see it but he had let me touch it,
so I knew to be simple but sturdy with three rings I didn’t know the use of yet. Then I
waited.
Excitement and trepidation made me trembling slightly. In the darkness my senses
heightened and I mentally searched my surroundings, listening after any sound that could
give away a clue of what was going on around me. Was anyone near me? Was he near
me or had he left me alone?
Sounds of sex were around me but further away. The slapping noise of a hand swatting an
ass. Moans, grunts and the muted scream of a woman being well pleasured. But nothing
close to me. Only silence that somehow became thicker and thicker.
Just as my breathing became shallow and I began to fear abandonment, I felt his hand on
my left shoulder. Immediately it anchored me, preventing my thoughts from spiraling out of
bounds. I took a deep breath and centered my mind, concentrating on the warmth of his
fingers on my naked skin.
With my hands on my thighs, I leaned towards him seeking comfort from his closeness. I
felt his breath on my ear as he whispered: “I won’t leave you. I’m right here watching you,
taking care of you.”
His legs moved, caging me in as well as letting me feel our connection. His hand left my
shoulder and I heard the rustle as he searched the black leather bag, he had brought.
Seconds later something soft and long slid from my wrist and up the arm. I felt it glide up
my arm, over the back of my neck and down to my hand. It wasn’t until he tightened the
small buckle, I realized he had captured my right wrist in a wide leather cuff. My left hand
immediately explored it as my mind tried to form a mental picture of the soft and strangely
comforting shackle. Within seconds he had secured my other wrist and locked them
together.
I suddenly felt very much restrained, and I realized the amount of trust I granted a virtual
stranger. A man I had exchanged short messages with over the last week but barely
spoken with. Again, he seemed to read me perfectly. He cradled my face in his hands and
kissed me reassuringly. First softly, then more and more demanding, pushing his hard
tongue deep into my mouth. He overwhelmed me. It was too much! I tried to escape his
plundering mouth by tilting my neck back, but his hands kept my head in place. My hands

were captured between us leaving me helpless and I had no choice but to submit to his
domination. He took my mouth as he would later take my cunt. Ruthless and demanding.
He didn’t ease the pressure until he felt the tension leave my body as I gave up my
resistance and accepted his control.
“Good girl!” he whispered. His praise sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to please him,
wanted his approval. He covered my face with light kisses and I melted against him.
“I want you to stand up and spread your legs”.
I struggled a bit trying to rise as graceful as possible. He held my arm as I found my
balance. Being blindfolded didn’t make it easier, and suddenly I became self-conscious,
wondering if we were alone or if someone was watching us.
“Yes, they are looking at you”, he confirmed having guessed my thoughts. “Women and
men with hard-ons are watching you. They want to fuck you. Want to suckle your tits and
finger your pussy.” His fingers followed the words, first pinching my nipples then spreading
my labia to enter my slick center. With his arm around my shoulders, he lent me support
while his fingers pumped deep into me, going straight to the g-spot. Within seconds I was
soaking wet.
“Yes”, he said. “Yes, that’s how I want you. Wet and eager. So beautiful”.
The first orgasm soared through me, making my body sway and my knees buckle. I would
have tumbled to the floor if he hadn’t held me up.
“We need something to keep you upright. Can you stand?” He inquired gently after a
minute or so.
I tested my balanced and nodded. The floor felt secure enough under my feet. A few
seconds later I heard the clanking sound of a chain, followed by a shaper noise when it
moved against some another metal. Immediately I knew what was going to happen. I
couldn’t see a thing but my imagination was excellent. There was an iron structure in the
ceiling convenient to restrain not so innocent men and women. I had seen it earlier but not
paid much attention to it. Now I realized that very soon I would be the one chained to the
ceiling. A tantalizing cocktail of apprehensiveness and lust flooded my veins.
He lifted my shackled wrists above my head, and I heard the click sound when the
manacles were attached to the chain. With both hands I gripped it, feeling the links
between my fingers. Carefully I tested if it could hold my weight but before I could fully
explore my new situation something hit my upper thigh. It was distracting rather than
painful, and my attention shifted instantly from the chain to the him. What had he hit me
with?
In anticipation of the next blow my whole body tensed up and my breathing shallowed. I
waited. Maybe just a couple of minutes but each second felt like eternity. He was
watching. I could almost feel his eyes burning in my back. I was aware of every cell in my
body. The muscles in my shoulders and arms were tight. I felt the blindfold against my
eyelids, and the knot tight at the back of my head. The lace slip clung to my curves, the
soft material caressed my back and front. My nipples were beaded and strained against
the low-cut neckline. A lock of hair had escaped my braid and curled against my cheek,
tickling a bit. Adrenaline pumped through my body but still I waited.

Then, just as I was reaching my breaking point in this waiting game, the soft leather cords
of the flogger touched my shoulder. He let it float over my shoulders and back, then across
my chest, letting me absorb the texture. Then it was gone and I experienced how the soft
material could deliver a sharp and painful sting.
For a while he worked me with the flogger. Alternating between hard lashes and soft
thuds. A first I was grateful I was wearing something that offered some protection however
slight but soon I yearned to feel every strike without anything between my skin and the
leather strips fanning out when they hit my body. Time disappeared. Perhaps 5 minutes
went by or maybe 10. I don’t know but when he was done my whole body felt alive and
quivered with excitement.
He released me from the chains and led me to a small private room. In an exquisite
balance between gentle caress and commanding handling, he took me from one orgasm
to another, before he found his own release and let the white streaks of his cum decorate
my stomach.