H's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 2

She knelt before him in the room. This was where she was, where she wanted to be, and where she was meant to be. His smile and his voice felt like it melted her insides and, given how wet she was, that might just be literally true. He had been telling her about the rest of the weekend and, while some parts were a little anxiety inducing, the rest were right out of her fantasies and all those books and online stories she'd read. He knew that most of this was pretty new to her so he assured her they'd move as slowly as she needed but there were certain expectations to be met. The most immediate was the formal dinner where she'd have to attend to him. He told her that no one expected perfection from them since they were all just starting out and that he could already tell she'd do very well. But SHE expected perfection from herself and was determined to be perfect... for him. She glanced down a bit when he started describing the dinner and he stopped. "What's wrong, my little sweet one? You may speak freely." "It's just... in front of all those people... I know there was the auction but..." she felt flustered and silly now. "But you were blindfolded then. I know, my little sweet one. And we'll work up to it. I've asked a friend to visit us for lunch so you can get a bit more comfortable with it. How does that sound, my little sweet one?" Was he really asking? Like her opinion mattered? His face said it did which made her blush. All she could manage was a quick nod and then ...

... quickly averting her eyes downward. "Excellent. Let's have some fun before they get here then." He reached forward and touched her directly between her legs and she almost jumped. It wasn't forceful or frightening but it did remind her that she was his to do with as he pleased... all of her. "Hmmm, you seem to have started without me, my little sweet one." She blushed furiously and kept her head down to hide her smile. He walked over to the dresser and retrieved something, several somethings from the sound of it. "Arms out, my little sweet one." She held out her arms and he fastened a cuff on each. The inside was soft suede and the outside was very expensive looking leather and chrome. Once he was finished with her wrists he fastened matching cuffs on her ankles, waist, and thighs. Then he crouched in front of her with another matching suede and leather piece in his hand and lifted her chin with his finger. "Now, my little sweet one, I'm going to put a collar on you. I don't want you to confuse this with me collaring you. The purpose of this is to make it easier to keep you in certain positions. The purpose of the other is to show my possession of you in a very formal and public sense. It is far too early for either of us to even be thinking about that type of collar. Do you understand, my little sweet one?" She nodded, relieved and thankful that he explained this to her. She had done enough research to know what collars could mean and if he'd just put one on her, she'd probably ...