49 Saturday's "Adventure"
Victoria was as sexually aroused as she ever had been in her life and her
lover had yet to touch her. The "adventure" had started earlier that week
when Vicky and her boyfriend had chatted. "Let's do something really
exciting this weekend." she said. "Oh?" said Michael, "What kind of
exciting are you thinking about?" The one in Michael's voice made it clear
that Michael's idea of excitement would involve something deliciously
naughty. Each time she and Michael had made love the experience had been
different. They had met in of all places in a bar. She had been attracted to
him from the first moment she saw him but it was Michael who spoke to her
first. For some reason, being with him left her tongue-tied and shy just
like a little girl.
Their first date had been dinner at the city's most expensive French
restaurant. Michael had been a perfect gentleman, only kissing her on the
cheek at the end of the evening. By the third date they were sleeping
together. Michael was, by far, the most imaginative lover Vicky had ever
had. Each time he stretched Vicky's sexual imagination to the limit yet
Vicky always felt safe with him.
'He's so.... sure of himself.' she thought. "Well..." said Vicky, trying to
bring herself back to the present, "your imagination has server us pretty well
so far, I'm sure you'll think of something." "But what if I think of
something kinky?" chuckled Michael. Vicky blushed despite herself. "That
would be Ok." she said in a quiet voice. She could just imagine Michael
smiling. "Does that mean you'll do whatever I think of?" "Yes." said the
pretty girl. "Ok, you're on."
said Michael, "We'll get together Saturday night. From Saturday morning
until Sunday morning you'll follow all of my instructions. Are you sure
you're up to it?"
Vicky swallowed hard. She had always had fantasized about submitting
herself totally to a man but now that the opportunity was here, it mad her
nervous.
"Uh... Ok." she said finally her heart beating a mile-a-minute.
On Saturday morning, Michael's call woke Vicky up. "Good morning
sweetheart." he said "Are you still ready to follow my instructions?"
"Mmmmmm" said Vicky "I'll do whatever you say Master." Michael smiled
to himself. The adventure had started. "A messenger will drop off a package
to you this morning. It will have your instructions in it. I'll see you
later. Bye!" Vicky was left with a dial tone in her ear.
The messenger arrived a half-hour later. Vicky threw on a robe and signed
for the package that turned out to be a large envelope. Vicky opened the
envelope and poured out the contents on her bed. Inside were a note, a key, a
black silk scarf and a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Vicky's heart skipped a
beat at the sight of them. She had often imagined being tied up and helpless
while a lover ravished her but this was the first time she had found a lover
who had the nerve to actually do it. Vicky's hands were trembling with
excitement as she picked up the note.
"Hi Baby!
Well the adventure has begun! I guess you're wondering what I'm going to
do with these "toys".
Read on and you'll find out. Here are your instructions:
1. At 4 o'clock go to the Hilton Hotel. The enclosed key is for room
213. Go directly to the room and bring the scarf and handcuffs with you.
You'll find the room empty.
2. Strip completely. Remove EVERYTHING including your jewelry,
watch, clothes, shoes, underwear, etc. Fold your clothing neatly.
3. Put on the blindfold and fasten it securely so that you can't see at all.
4. Fasten your hands behind your back using the handcuffs.
5. You'll be waiting for a while so sit down and make yourself
comfortable. In 15 to 45 minutes of arriving you'll hear a knock at the
door. Go to the door and open it. Then the adventure will really begin.
Vicky was flushed and perspiring by the time she finished the note.
"Whew!" This time, Michael's imagination had outdone itself. Just thought
of what was going to come had Vicky dripping wet with excitement. The
rest of the day passed in something of a blur. By the time Vicky had
showered, eaten, done her hair and makeup and decided (after much
pondering) what to wear, it was already 3 o'clock. Vicky had chosen to wear
a light cotton sundress in a canary yellow that matched her blond hair.
The thin cotton hugged her 35-24-36 body like a second skin. Vicky picked
a pair of lacy panties and a garter belt and stockings that always made her
feel sexy.
The dress was backless so wearing a bra was out of the question. Vicky
looked in the mirror and appraised herself. "Hmm, not bad." she murmured.
Her dark nipples could just be discerned behind the thin fabric. Vicky
reached up and touched her nipples and watched as the long fat nipples
hardened and pushed at the light dress. In a moment of impulse, she reached
down and tugged her panties down her legs and off. "There." she smiled
"Perfect." By now it was 3:30, just enough time to get to the hotel.
Traffic was thankfully light and Vicky pulled into the hotel parking lot at
3:55. With her "toys" in her purse, she hurried up to room 213. The key had
been given fit the door perfectly and Vicky found herself in a spacious hotel
room suite. With a glance at her watch, she realized she'd have to hurry. She
peeled off the clothes she had taken so long to choose folded them neatly.
Her watch and earrings followed them. The blindfold was next. Vicky took a
deep breath as she fastened it behind her head. Now the handcuffs. It was
awkward trying to fasten the cuffs behind her back but finally they were
attached leaving Vicky naked, blindfolded and helpless.
Gingerly, Vicky walked over to where the bed was and sat down on the
corner. Her senses, it seemed, had instantaneously heightened. Every sound
in the room seemed louder somehow. Immediately Vicky realized that
waiting for 30 minutes or so without being able to look at a watch would be
difficult. How much time had passed already? One minute? Five? Ten?
What would happen when Michael knocked on the door? 'My God!',
thought Vicky. What if it wasn't Michael? In fact, what if a maid walks in?
Vicky imagined for a moment what she must look like. A 26 year-old
attractive blond, well tanned except for the small triangular patches at her
breasts and pussy with a black blindfold on and handcuffs fastening her
hands behind her back. Permutations of scenario after scenario rushed
through Vicky's mind one after another. One way or the other, she realized,
she was helpless to do anything about it. With her heart beating madly and
her pussy now wet with anticipation, Vicky waited. The more she waited,
the more excited she got.
When the knock at the door finally came Vicky jumped. She had become
almost used to the silence of waiting alone with her own thoughts.
Nervously, Vicky got to her feet. In tiny steps, so as not to bump into a wall,
Vicky moved to the door.
She finally arrived as the knuckles knocked again. Taking a deep breath,
Vicky turned around and felt for the doorknob and turned it. The door
opened slowly and Vicky took a step back. She felt more naked than she
ever had in her life.
'Was it Michael?' she wondered. Whoever it was moved into the room
slowly.
It seemed to take an interminable long time to close the door during all of
which, Vicky realized, she was totally exposed to whoever was in the
hallway.
Finally the door closed. Vicky felt a hand grasp her arm and move her back
into the middle of the room. She was left standing as the person moved
around her inspecting her. Vicky felt fingers touch her already hard left
nipple and pull gently. 'Are those Michael's fingers?' Vicky blushed as the
hand moved lower, feeling the wetness between her legs. Now a hand
grasped her by the nape of her neck and had her bend over from the waist.
When she was in the humiliating position, the hand trailed down her back to
her buttocks. Vicky felt two thumbs pry apart her buttocks and hold them
wide open to expose her crinkled rear opening. She had never felt so
vulnerable.
The hands left her and then pulled her to a standing position again. She was
led over to the bed and guided onto it so that she was kneeling on the bed
with her feet dangling over the edge. The strong hand was at her neck again
pushing her forward until her forehead touched the bed. Her shoulders too
were pushed down to dip her back more fully. She felt the hands now at her
legs, moving them apart. Vicky was left in this exposed position for a couple
of minutes. Each minute added to the excitement of anticipation that had
been building since she had read her instructions so many hours before.
Vicky heard the person moving around the room behind her and she strained
to figure out what exactly he was doing. Vicky was pretty sure that it was
Michael who was in the room with her but every once in a while, she
thought maybe not. She listened carefully and was pretty sure that he was
the only person in the room but the excitement of not knowing was making
her hotter and hotter. The hands touched her buttocks again and a moment
later, Vicky felt a cold sensation touch right at the center of her anus. The
finger covered in cool lubricant made its way slowly into the virgin
entrance. Vicky was breathing hard now. She had played with her ass before
but she had never let anyone take her there and she was nervous that it was
about to happen. The long finger moved gently in and out of her tight rear.
Each time the finger buried itself in her rectum, she felt her toes curl up
involuntarily.
After a few minutes of this leisurely lubrication, the finger was withdrawn
only to be replaced a moment or two later by another cool touch. The butt
plug that was firmly pushed into Vicky had one large bump in the middle.
Vicky squealed as it passed her sphincter to lodge the plastic intruder deep
in her bottom.
Vicky was left again for a few minutes to get used to the foreign object now
seated firmly in her. When she was touched again it was to be brought to her
feet. Vicky felt the handcuffs being removed but then her hands were
immediately re-attached in front of her. Now she was placed on the bed on
her back. Her hands were pulled to the head of the bed and fastened there.
Vicky felt straps being fastened around her thighs and then her knees were
pulled wide apart to the sides of the bed. Her feet were similarly fastened
wide apart leaving her completely exposed.
Vicky could feel a drip of her own juices trickle down between her buttocks
to where the strange device still impaled her. The incessant hands were now
at her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Despite herself, Vicky let out a
moan as a hot tongue licked each nipple until it was aching tight. The
pinching feeling of the clips that attached to her nipples was a surprise and
for a moment, they stung. That feeling soon passed however to be replaced
by a constant stimulation of the sensitive nubbins. The fingers now trailed
lower and lower towards Vicky's soaking pussy. She was squirming and
moaning constantly now. If only he would stick it in, I could come right
now, she thought.
She felt the person get up and move across the room. When he came back,
the sensation at her pussy was very strange. It felt like he had spilled
something on her. It was not until the razor started removing her pubic hair
that she realized that the feeling had been shaving cream. Vicky was
helpless to prevent the depilation of her pubis. The razor didn't stop until
she was as smooth as when she had been a little girl. A wet warm cloth
wiped the last of the cream from her smooth skin. Vicky gasped at the heat.
With the nipple clips still pinching her and the strange butt plug in her
rectum Vicky was being stimulated in ways she had never experienced
before.
Vicky felt the man's thumbs at her pussy pulling her lips wide apart to
expose the pink flesh inside. She felt his hot breath a moment before the tip
of his tongue touched her inner pussy lips. "Ohhhhh!!!" cried Vicky as the
hot, wet tongue licked its way slowly up toward her hard clitoris. He blew
gently on her wet clit and Vicky shivered at the sensation then, all of a
sudden, her whole clitoris was sucked into his hot mouth as his tongue
started to bring her over the edge. Vicky cried out again and again as she
tugged desperately at her bonds. The tongue licked her again and again and
then Vicky felt the fingers tugging and twisting the plug in her rear. She
cried out again. She was sure she was going to go out of her mind and then
she started to come.
The orgasm washed over her and just when she was sure it was done, it
crested again. She felt her ass clench down hard on the plastic plug lodged
deep in her and that set her off again. Her whole body was thrashing on the
bed under lover.
When finally it was over, Vicky was exhausted. She had never, ever, in her
life, been so sexually sated. She felt the blindfold being pulled off and there,
as expected, was Michael. He smiled down at her still bound tightly to the
bed with the ropes and straps.
"Well my little slave. How do you like being submissive?"
Vicky heard herself as if from a distance as she drifted off to sleep, "I'm
yours Master."
