A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... of scenario is completely yours. Just tell me what you’d like to do. Best keep it fairly simple for now but I’m fairly sure you won’t be able to shock me, yet at least.” I smiled as I said this.

Sara leant closer to me and her voice was hushed. “OK. I’d like to tie you to the bed and get you very hard. Then I’d have you make me cum with your mouth before I ride your hard cock and make you cum. Then you’ll have to lick me clean before I let you go. How’s that for a first try?”

She sat back to gauge my reaction.

“It’s simple, easy, and achieves a goal. You’ve described a situation with you in charge, stating clearly what you want to receive and explaining clearly what your submissive must do to achieve release.”

“So can we actually do that?” She asked.

“I see no reason why not,” I replied.

Sara had a definite tell. When she was very horny she moved from side to side, flexing her thighs. Her smile reached a new level and she squeezed my hand tightly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I joked.

“Shall we go,” she said. Standing up. It was an instruction rather than a question.

During the brief walk back to my flat Sara held tightly onto my hand.

“We haven’t touched on this before but it’s sensible to have a safe word. If at any time either of us wants to stop whatever is happening just say the word “Red” three times. This will stop all activity; any bonds will be released, and no judgements made. If you don’t want things to ...

... stop completely but need to take a breather, just say “Amber” three times. This can work for both of us.” Sara was nodding her acknowledgement to this as I spoke.

“I think I might need just one more glass of wine when we get in, would that be OK?” She asked. “Also, could you call me “Mistress” while we play? I think it will help me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “It is your reward after all.”

I felt her squeeze my hand at this and we carried on walking. Sara’s pace wasn’t fast, but I think she was still struggling a little with the stimulation she was receiving from the material of her jeans.

We reached my building, entered and went up to my flat. I left Sara to make herself comfortable in my living room while I went to get her a glass of wine. She was looking relaxed on the sofa when I broke her drink through. I handed it to her. I noticed she’d taken her shoes off.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re a little over-dressed, don’t you think? I’d like you to be naked, and I’ll need something to tie you to the bed with.”

I quickly undressed, piling my clothes onto the armchair. I was already semi-hard at the thought of what Sara wanted.

“Excuse me, Mistress, I’ll be back in a moment.”

I popped into my bedroom and retrieved a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs and some rope – I thought the cuffs would be more practical than trying to teach her to tie with just rope. We’d have plenty of time for that in the future. By the time I returned to the living room, I was ...