It was the middle of the 1990s. I was about 20 years old and seeing a girl a couple of years older than me. We had been dating for about 6 months. I was a DJ at the local student’s union and had seen her dancing at my night with friends on many occasions. A mass of long curly black hair and a slim but curvy figure; she was gorgeous.
I was a young, skinny Goth with long blonde hair still finding my place in the world and, though only a few years between us, to me she was the epitome of older, wiser gothic beauty.
One night with more than a little ‘Dutch’ courage I finally spoke to her and we hit it off. She admitted she had also been trying to gain the courage to speak to me. I later found out that her roommates called her ‘the ice queen’ as for the first year and a half at university, while they had all had several boyfriends, she had never shown an interest in anyone until she met me.
She was known as Tula as she played Tallulah in a school production of Bugsy Malone, and it had stuck. It would be six months till I found out her real name, which she did not care for. I quickly fell deeply in love with Tula, and she would prove to be the young lady who would finally open the flood gates on my kinky side.
As memory serves, I think she may have been the first girl I ever saw regularly in stockings and suspenders- I never did really recover from that- not counting the time, a few years before that I walked in on my then girlfriend’s mother, getting ready for a night out, dressed only in white lingerie and stockings. That was certainly a confusing time.
On the third or maybe fourth time I visited the shared house Tula lived in, I was let in by one of her housemates, knocked on her bedroom door and was told to close my eyes. Confused, I complied. I heard the door open and was pulled inside the room, walked a short distance, and sat down in a low chair. The room smelt strongly of patchouli. I could hear the Cure playing as always.
A moment later she said. “Open your eyes.” I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the light and what a sight I saw, in the darkly lit room, Tula was kneeling on her bed wearing a black lace Basque clipped to lace topped stockings. Under the semi-transparent lace I could see she was wearing a tiny black G string.
Tula often wore stockings and I had seen her in Lingerie before, but this was a whole different level of sexiness, even for her. She took my breath away and I just sat with my mouth open.
She sat up holding onto the bar that ran along the end of the bed and squeezed her breasts together between her arms, making them spill over the top of the Basque. Staring at me, she smiled and said, “I will take your silence as a positive. Don’t think I have ever seen you lost for words before. Stay sitting exactly where you are!” I nodded positively. I was not going anywhere!
I watched entranced as she swayed to the music on the bed before leaning back, squeezing, and caressing her own breasts. My heart was beating in my ears. She slid her hand down her stomach and stroked it over the tiny front triangle of the G-string before raising her behind and sliding it down her legs. She then sat back against the pillows with her legs bent at the knee and her legs wide open. Her eyes never left mine as she stroked her hands down both her thighs towards a neat triangle of dark hair between her legs. She stroked below, gently, before plunging two fingers inside.
I was transfixed as her fingers moved higher, seeking her clitoris. As they found their target, she closed her eyes for the first time, her head resting back against the pillow, her breasts heaving rapidly as her fingers worked on her body; a body no one knew better than she did, and within only a minute or two she opened her mouth in silent anguish as she came hard. Her whole body shook and spasmed.
She glanced over at me and looked self-conscious for the first time since I had arrived. I was breathing heavily and when I spoke my voice was an octave deeper with desire. “You are a fucking goddess, I love you.” She smiled and rose, crawling along the bed and crossed the room to kneel in front of me. I put my hands out to hold her and she slapped my hands, placing them both back on the arms of the chair.
She unzipped my trousers and forced them over my hips, releasing my throbbing hard member. She bowed forward, rolling her tongue around the tip before finally, blissfully taking it deeper into her lips. She had always been both highly skilled and enthusiastic when it came to oral sex. A savant of the blow job and after what I had just witnessed, it did not take her long to bring me to an end. I flooded her mouth and she swallowed, before licking me clean.
Our sex life was amazing, as it normally is at that age. But mostly vanilla, most of my blossoming BDSM thoughts kept safely inside my head. Though I had tied her down, and she had handcuffed me to her bed with a pair of cheap novelty handcuffs.
The only slight kink she had shown so far, was an enjoyment of being fucked when I was still fully clothed and she was completely naked, which now I would recognise as a need to relinquish power. But in those days, most of my thinking was done a lot further south than my brain.
She was a student at the local University. She lived in a shared house with three other girls and was a classic only child from a rather wealthy family. She was highly intelligent and would go on to complete a PHD at Oxford University. I doted on her.
A week or two later she chose her timing to broach a taboo subject well, straight after vigorous sex. While lying naked in each other’s arms post orgasm, on her small single bed. “You know we have talked about fantasies before?”
“Yes.” I said, suddenly very invested in the conversation. The last time we had spoken like this, she had ended up in a maid’s outfit!
“Please don’t judge me, but I want you to abduct me!” she stated. I sat up, shocked.
“You want me to what?” was all I could respond at the time.
“I know it is strange and of course I would never want it to happen in real life. It is awful, but I have had fantasies about being in that situation. Just the idea of someone wanting me so much, that they force themselves on me has always fascinated me. You are the first and only person I have trusted enough to tell.” She looked nervous. I took hold of her hand, partly appalled, partly intrigued at her wish for me to play the part of abductor in her fantasy.
Now, I would understand the psychological need to relinquish power completely and wholly to another, who needed you so much that they would not take no for an answer. It can also be a way for those who have been previously sexually repressed to explore their sexuality with no guilt.
But at the time I was rather shocked and saw it purely as a violent act. I asked several times if she was certain it was what she wanted. Upon her assurance I finally said, “Ok then, but so I do not overstep, I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
She moved to kneel facing me. Her excitement obvious and said, “I don’t want to know when it is going to happen. One day I want you to surprise me. Just grab me, hold me down and force yourself on me. I want to be able to struggle and fight back and say No, stop. But I want you to ignore me and fuck me anyway you want. When you are done with me, I want you to just leave without saying anything.” She finally took a breath.
I looked at her wide eyed and said, “I am a bit surprised babe. But you have obviously given this a lot of thought. I am slightly ashamed to say, even hearing you talking about it, is turning me on.”
“Oh, I can see that!” she grinned, pulling the cover back and stroking my now hard again penis. She straddled me and slowly lowered herself down, sighing as she did. She continued to speak as she slowly moved up and down. Now impaled on my lap. “You don’t need to be ashamed. I really want you to do this. I have asked you to do this, it is something I want to experience with someone who I love and know I can trust.”
Through controlled breaths. I managed to say “I am willing to try what you want babe, but I really don’t want to hurt you, and you have said you want to be able to say No and Stop, so we need a silly word like . . . I don’t know, Potato. So, I can try to make it as real for you as possible and not have to worry about going too far.”
“Potato would work,” she said laughing.
After a pause I said, “Ok then.”
Without realising it. I had just agreed my first safe word. Potato would be our safe word for the rest of our relationship, though she only ever used it twice. But that is another story.
She stopped grinding on my lap and looked me deep in the eye. “Ok then, as in, yes. You will do it?”
“Yes, I will do it, and not just because you are fucking me, and only if you promise to use that word if I go too far babe,” I replied with a grin.
She literally squealed and said, “Yay, I am so excited. Now I need to say thank you properly.” She kissed me deeply and lifted herself up. Shuffled down the bed and took my hard, wet dick between her lips, slowly sucking it to the back of her throat. My head rolled back on the pillow and my eyes closed as I exclaimed:
“Fuuuuuuck.”
We spoke again the following morning. When a little less full of raging hormones. I again asked her to confirm that she wanted to try what she had asked and she was adamant she did. We already had plans that weekend. So, it was not until the end of the following week that I could act.
She was expecting me late that night. After I finished work at the bar, but I had arranged to finish three hours early, as the bar was slow that night. I had tied my long blonde hair back and had a black beanie and hoody on. I let myself in her house as quietly as I could and stood in the downstairs hall listening intently. No noise or lights upstairs, confirming that as usual on a Friday night, her three housemates were out in the pub.
The Cure, her favourite band, could be heard playing in the living room. Through the slightly open door I could see her sat on the sofa reading by lamp light. Her long jet-black curly hair loosely tied back, she was wearing a button up plaid pyjama top, her bare legs crossed beneath her.
I knocked on the front door, hoping it would sound like it came from outside, and swiftly stepped back behind the living room door. I did not know if it were nerves or excitement, but I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears.
The trick worked. I watched silently as she placed the open book on the sofa and jumped up, walking across the hall to answer the door. As she walked past me, I stepped out behind her and wrapped my right arm around her waist and covered her mouth with my left hand.
It was lucky I covered her mouth, as she literally screamed when I grabbed her. “Scream again and I will hurt you,” I growled in her ear, doing my best to sound aggressive. She nodded; I dragged her backwards into the front room. Her legs dragging along the floor and turned her to face me, my hand still covering her mouth. Part of me wanted her to have the visual confirmation that it was actually me.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she said in a muffled voice, but her eyes were wide with excitement.
“Then keep quiet,” I said sharply as she stood in front of me. I gripped her pyjama top with both hands and pulled sharply apart, most of the buttons gave, at least one flew off and one near the bottom tore the shirt. I slid it roughly down her arms and dropped it on the floor. She was now naked apart from black lace panties.
I wanted her to feel vulnerable in her own front room. In one movement, I grabbed one of her large breasts roughly, placed my free hand on the back of her head, stepped to the side and placed my leg behind, in-between hers, swiftly bringing my heel to the floor. The back of my knee caught hers and I used my hand on the back of her head to control her to the ground, (At this time I had been training in Martial arts for over 10 years.) The speed of the take down took her by surprise. As I sat on her stomach and held her arms by her wrists above her head, she looked genuinely shocked.
I looked her in the eyes saying, “I am going to fuck you now and there is nothing you can do about it. Stay quiet and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?” As she nodded, I lifted both my feet. Placed them between her legs and pushed them apart, she tried to resist but I forced them wide and lay between them. I transferred both her wrists into one hand and reached down to unzip my trousers. With dexterity that surprised even me, I released my hard dick and slid her panties to one side.
“No, No, No, please stop,” she whispered. But as I pushed inside, despite her protests, her pussy was wet and welcoming. I moved my hand back up to cover her mouth, pushed down on her wrists as she writhed beneath me and fucked her as hard as I could.
After several minutes, and with her still struggling beneath me, I slid out of her, rolled her onto her front, and pulled her arms behind her back. Took a silk scarf from my pocket and tied her hands together tight behind her, lifted her up by her shoulders onto her knees and before she could catch her breath, stepped in front of her. I took hold of her hair and forced my dick between her lips. I slid myself to the back of her throat, held her head tight and fucked her mouth; something I had never done before as she was skilled and enthusiastic when it came to oral sex and therefore, she was always in charge. So, this felt vastly different, almost powerful.
Without warning I removed myself from her lips. Took another silk scarf from my pocket and tied it around her mouth as an effective cleave gag. Lifted her to her feet, marched her to behind the sofa and bent her roughly over it. I pushed her forward slightly, so her feet lifted off the floor. In this position with her hands tied behind her back, she really was helpless. She tried her best to keep her legs together, but I tore her black panties down, forced her thighs apart and entered her from behind. Her muffled voice again saying, “No more, please no more.”
Ignoring her plea, I gripped her hips and again, fucked her. As hard and savagely as I could. Within only a few minutes and the only time she broke character, she moaned loudly through the scarf. I felt her pussy tighten and spasm as she came hard. After her orgasm subsided, she hung limp over the sofa, struggling to breathe through the gag. I continued to drive into her from behind until after only a few minutes, I came deep inside her.
I composed myself quickly. Loosened the knot binding her hands but did not undo it. I Left her helplessly bent naked over the sofa breathing heavily, with her panties around her knees and my cum dripping down her thighs as I walked out without a word, closing the front door behind me.
About 45 minutes later, l was stood at that same front door again, with a supermarket carrier bag in my hand. This time I knocked, a few minutes later she answered the door. She was wearing a dressing gown and had wet hair. “Sorry baby, I have just got out of the shower,” she said and then kissed me passionately. She took my hand and led me up the stairs to her small bedroom. She sat on the single bed against the wall.
I took a Marlboro red from a box, put it in my mouth, and lit it, inhaled deeply and then passed it to her. “Thanks baby,” she said calmly.
I reached into the carrier bag and passed her a single red rose. Then her favourite chocolate bar. Her face broke into a beaming smile and she said, “Aaaw baby, thank you.” I reached into the bag again and passed her a pair of new plaid pyjamas with an apologetic look on my face.
This was enough to break the façade and she burst out laughing. She placed the cigarette in the ashtray and jumped into my arms, covering my face in kisses.
“Are you sure you are, ok?” I spoke.
She looked me in the eye with a huge smile and replied. “I am fine babe, what you did for me was amazing. You could have been a bit rougher, but it was perfect, honestly. I could not have been more turned on. I am so glad I asked you.”
“I am glad. I have to admit it felt amazing to have that power over you,” I said and then kissed her deeply and passionately. She dropped her legs to the floor as we kissed and slowly turned till my back was to the bed. She broke the kiss and pushed me onto the bed.
Laughing, I sat up against the pillows and retrieved the cigarette taking a soothing drag. She was pacing at the side of the bed as she spoke, “Well you know what that means don’t you?” I looked at her quizzically as I continued to smoke.
She undid the housecoat and let it drop to the floor, standing before me naked. She was blessed with a stunning figure, slim but with large firm breasts and a narrow waist. My gaze was drawn to the neat dark triangle of pubic hair above her perfectly shaved labia as she continued to speak.
“You have made one of my fantasies come true, in rather spectacular fashion I may say. So that means it is your turn. What fantasy can I make come true for you babe?”
I looked up at the vision of feminine beauty, stood naked above me next to the bed. Thought carefully for a while and said, “Well, since you are asking, I really, really enjoyed tying you up. How do you feel about being tied up and spanked?”
“Are you talking about bondage?” she asked.
“And spanking," I added with a grin.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but her mouth betrayed her and broke into a slight smile.
Part 2 to follow soon.
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