As I get older, I find myself more interested in kinkier stuff, seeking to live out some fantasies. I found out that by posting online ads on a personals site with kinky scenarios, I get many more responses from ladies who are eager to experience something more than what I call the “in and out” encounter. I had made a posting in which I announced that I wanted to restrain a woman, and have my way with her.
Apparently, quite a few women have the fantasy of being overpowered because I got a few responses. Of course, many women have the fantasy, but few actually have the courage to make it a reality. Not so with Melany, or that was what she called herself. She wanted to have an experience where she is totally helpless, at the mercy of a man’s lust. She wanted to be an object. After a few emails back and forth, we decided to set up a session.
She knocked at the door and I opened up, but took care to keep myself hidden behind the door. From behind the half opened door I told her to walk in, go forward a yard or so, and then to stop, telling her to not look to the side. I had put some curtains in the hallway of my apartment, so that the hallway was quite dark. She passed me and I closed the door behind her, commanding her not to turn around. Then I approached her from behind and put a blindfold before her eyes. She was wearing a snug white T-shirt that outlined her upper body: hear breasts were nice C cups, just the way I like them. She also wore a colorful cotton skirt that went halfway down her tighs. She had fabulous legs. She was in shape, but not in a hardbody type of way. More like well toned. I lead her then into my living room, turned her around, and slowly and gently bumped into her, forcing her slowly backwards towards the large glass sliding door that gives out to my balcony. I had bought a set of restraints that were attached to large suction cups. Those I had attacked to the large glass door: two on top, and two on the bottom. I took Melany’s right arm and attached her wrists to the right upper restraints. In did the same with her left arm, and then both legs in turn. She was positioned such that her back was leaning against the cold glass surface, her arms were spread apart above her head, and her legs were spread to a lesser degree, very similar to the position of Da Vinci’s anatomical figure. Melany was now fully restrained. I approached her , and then planted my hands on both of her perky breasts, and started to cup her breasts. I felt her nipples getting harder. I let my hands go up and down the sides of her body, finishing by cupping her buttocks in each hand. I took a step back, put my two hands near the collar of the T-shirt, and ripped her shirt apart. She let out a little gasp. Her lacey bra was in full view. She started to breathe a bit faster, especially when I put my hands on her crotch. I could feel dampness. I immediately tore of her skirt. She twisted a bit as if she wanted to escape. Once again, I let my hands do the walking over her body, slowly tracing her outlines. I took my hunting knife and slid it between the valley of her breasts, grabbing the fabric strip between the cups. The coldness of the steel blade made her quiver. With a single pull I cut through the bra strap, making each cup fall sideways. Before she had time to recover, I did the same on the side of her panties which dropped immediately to the floor.