Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:27 pm

“Do you trust me?” She asked, staring me down with those penetrating blue eyes that I had been so bewitched by this entire evening.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to her question. On the one hand, I was lying right next to her on her bed, with the majority of my clothes, save for my black boxers, in a puddle on the floor nearby. On the other hand, we had only met a few hours before and something about her had seemed almost dangerous from the moment we’d first started speaking.

“I’m not sure.” I whispered back.

She looked at me thoughtfully. I was tensely waiting for her to break the ensuing silence but she seemed totally unmoved by it. It was as if she was trying to drive me to respond through her silence. And it worked.

“Why?” I asked, finally.

She just continued to stare for a moment before leaning in towards me and starting to kiss me gently again. I was a bit surprised but decided to go with the flow and lost myself as we made out. She was such a good kisser, if I hadn’t known better I would’ve said she was almost tentative and nervous yet at the same time, nuanced and teasing. As our lips met I felt her fingers caressing the skin of my back and I responded in kind, running my fingers around her black silk bra.

Finally she pulled away and turned over. She reached over to her nightstand and was searching through the drawer for something. I didn’t say anything but was very curious as to what it was she was looking for.

“You never answered my question.” She said without turning around.

I stopped to think, weighing the pros and cons of each answer. I was so curious to see where this night was going, yet I still felt hesitant to declare my trust to a mercurial stranger. After another moment of silence I finally whispered:

“Yes.”

I couldn’t see her face but just somehow knew that a smile had crossed her face.

“Good.” She replied. “Then trust me.”

She turned over and I barely had time to register what she was holding in her hand before she had taken hold of my left wrist and was securing it into a pair of black, chrome handcuffs.

To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement.

“Uhhhh, what are you doing?” I demanded.
“Shhhhhhh” She merely replied, putting her index finger against my lips.

My breathing suddenly grew hard and fast. She took no notice as she pulled my left wrist over my head and passed the loose cuff behind the centermost bar of her metal headboard. Without saying a word she picked up my right wrist and raised it up towards the waiting metal ring. As the seconds went by I furiously contemplated resisting her. Should I really be allowing her to do this to me? Someone who I’d known for barely over five hours was trying to physically restrain me. Yet at the same time, the thought of being helpless before this mysterious, beautiful woman was incredibly alluring. Before I’d really had a chance to make up my mind, she gently placed my right wrist into the cuff and I heard the metal clicks that told me she’d closed it.

Like it or not, I was committed now.

She hovered over me for a minute. I pulled against my new metal bindings but they held firm against the steel of the bedframe. I wasn’t going to be able to break out of these.

“So..” I sputtered. “Why did you… uhhhh…”
“Handcuff you?” She offered.
“Yeah.”
“Because I wanted to.”

I couldn’t really fault her reasoning.

“What are you going to… uhhh… what are you going to… do with me?”

Another one of those adorably nefarious smirks she’d made that evening came over her face.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see now aren’t you?”
“Ok, but I really think…”

She interrupted me by landing another kiss on my lips, much more aggressively this time. I had no choice but to sit back and enjoy it. Her fingertips seemed to send an electric charge into my skin as she caressed my bound arms. It went on for what seemed like five straight minutes. When she finally released, she stood from the bed and walked towards her closet.

“Where are you going” I asked her, nervously.
“Just getting something, I’ll be right back.” She replied, coolly.

She fumbled around on her various shelves until she’d found what she was searching for. As she turned back I saw a long piece of black, silk fabric. In hindsight I suppose I should’ve known what she was planning to use it for, but at the time I was so enthralled that I had no idea. She sat down on the bed next to me. Instinctively I shifted around to as much of a sitting up position as I could.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked.

She smirked.

“You’ll see.” She said quietly as she took it into both hands. “Or maybe you won’t.”

She pulled the scarf over my eyes and quickly but gently pulled it around my head and tied it off tightly.

My breathing was even harder now. The loss of my vision was making this even more intense than it already was. The skin on my arms and legs became covered with goose bumps and I felt adrenaline pumping through my system.

After a moment I felt the tips of her chestnut brown hair falling against my face. I could hear her quiet breathing.

“Quite something isn’t it?” She asked. “Not being able to see.”
“Yeah… It is…”

I felt her face grow closer to mine until her lips just brushed into my own. Hoping for another kiss I puckered my lips to meet hers, but she poised, keeping just out of reach. I tried forcing myself up towards her but she skirted away.

“Can I…?” I stammered.
“Yes?”
“Can I have another kiss?”

She leaned in a bit closer and I waited expectantly. But again, she kept her lips just out of reach.

“Not now.” She said finally, before getting up again.

My head fell back down onto the pillow.

“What are you doing now?” I demanded.
“Just getting a couple more things.”

I nervously shifted around, but I couldn’t move very far. I couldn’t see her, so I couldn’t even guess at what else she was “getting”. With each passing second I became more and more filled with nervous excitement. I’d never felt so out of control in my life and I was both terrified and intoxicated by it. There was no way for me to know what she was planning to do with me. To try and break the tension I started pulling against the cuffs again, I knew I couldn’t escape but I couldn’t help trying to see how much movement I could get from my metal bonds.

Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, she jumped onto the bed beside me and held her face no more than an inch away from mine. I instinctively tried to jump away in shock but couldn’t.

“Don’t try fighting against the cuffs sweetie. They’re professional grade. You’re only getting out of them when I decide to let you out of them.” She said sternly.

She got up from the bed again. Now I was truly as frightened as I was excited. She meant business. Whatever her business was. I stayed perfectly still as she went back to her closet. From the sounds I could hear it seemed that she was searching for something. After a moment I heard what sounded like more chains clinking against each other. I could hear her as she walked across the room but the best I could tell was that she was moving away from me. Unexpectedly, I felt her take hold of my left ankle. I felt the sensation of a round steel cuff being put on it and then locked into place, a moment later my leg was pulled towards the corner of the bed and I heard the distinctive clicking of the other cuff locking against the leg of the bed. My right ankle suffered the same fate a moment later.

The adrenaline in my system continued to build. Now not only were my arms bound but my legs were too. I tried to shift but to no avail, I could hardly move.

I felt her walking towards me again.

“Simone” I said desperately, almost panting. “This is all a bit much. I’m starting to get kind of uncomfortable.”

She sat down beside me and gave me another kiss. After a moment I felt her hand move from my chest to my boxers, which she lightly brushed.

“I think we both know that’s not true.” She said.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. I was nervous and terrified yet at the same time so aroused and so intoxicated.

“I did warn you didn’t I?” She continued. “I am a bit weird.”

My mind was drawn back to our first meeting, earlier that evening:






I was at a club downtown with my buddy Will. Some friends of ours in a local band were occupying the stage that evening and we’d managed to sneak in with them and avoid paying cover. Halfway through their set my friend Colin behind the drum kit invited me on stage to sing 21st Century Schizoid Man by King Crimson with them. The guys knew it was my favorite song and had generously allowed me to come on stage with them. It was glorious.

Shortly after, they went on break and I made my way up to the bar. After ordering a local craft brew, I turned around and leaned against the bar, surveying the crowded club.

“That was a hell of a song.” I heard a mezzo, female voice say.

I had to look from side to side to identify its source. On my right, sitting at the bar with a martini was a girl with chestnut brown hair pulled back into an Asian hairstyle with chopsticks sticking through it, around five foot five with a slight build, and Italian looking complexion, wearing heavy eyeliner, several necklaces and a low cut black dress.

“Thank you” I replied casually.
“What was it?”

I eagerly began to explain the origin of the song and of my favorite band. She listened generously and asked me a few simple questions to keep me talking. Once my beer arrived I somewhat presumptuously sat down in the seat next to her.

“So what brings you here?” I asked her.
“Nothing in particular.” She replied. “My friend loves this place but she seems to have vanished.”
“Well it’s good I found you then.” I said, flirting horribly.
“Yes I suppose it is. “

She seemed amused by my feeble attempt and an adorably nefarious smirk crossed her face.

“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Simone. And yours?”
“Kyle.”






I heard my cellphone start ringing from the pile of clothes on the floor. She got up from the bed and I heard shuffling.

“It’s Colin.” She said. “Shall I tell him that you can’t talk because you’re too busy being tied to my bed?”

Her comment took me aback.

“No, it’s fine. He can leave a message.”
“Fine. I’ll turn this off for you. I don’t like interruptions.”

After a moment I felt her crawl back onto the bed, straddling me this time. I wasn’t sure what to expect. But much to my surprise, I felt her approaching me again, but this time she began to kiss my neck. Back and forth and up and down she moved her kisses around as she massaged my cheeks with her hands. After a moment my nervousness began to subside and I surrendered into the gentle pleasure of her touch. I reflexively leaned my head back and quietly started sighing.

“Do you realize how helpless you are right now Kyle?” She asked.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I should tell you, you can rest assured that I’ll never do anything to really hurt you. But does it excite you to know that I could if I wanted to?”

It did. It really, did.

She sat up and ran her hands around my chest.

“Look at you.” She said. “Hands cuffed to the headboard, feet chained to the bed legs with a blindfold covering your eyes.”

She paused.

“I could do anything I wanted to you and there wouldn’t be a thing you could do to stop me.”

I was too tense to even speak. My breathing was heavy and labored in a combination of incredible excitement and incredible fear. She was so right, I was completely helpless and vulnerable to a beautiful woman who I had only just met. Yet I realized that I was completely intoxicated by it.

“I could even kill you if I wanted.”

My heart leapt into my throat.

“Though I never would.”

She paused for a moment and we waited in a moment of tense silence. I was too enraptured to even speak and she was so in-control that she didn’t need to. So we waited for what seemed like minutes.

Finally she got up from the bed again.

“There’s another thing I’d like to do.”
“What… wha… is that?” I breathed.
“You won’t see it, but you’ll certainly feel it.”

What the hell did that mean? I could hear her fumbling around in her closet again. What was she getting this time?

After a moment she sat next to me again. I heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off the roll. Her lips suddenly met mine in a passionate embrace. I felt her tongue explore the inside of my mouth and I tried my best to reciprocate. And as fast as they had appeared, her lips left mine and a piece of duct tape was forced down over my lips.

Several more strips followed until most of my lower face was covered.

“I’m not sure how much you know about bondage.” She said. “But for me, it just isn’t complete without a gag.”







It had been a long time since I’d been so completely perplexed and yet fascinated by someone.

A half drunk bottle of red wine sat on the black metal table of the patio that we’d migrated to. The hot summer sun was just setting over the horizon and the lights of the surrounding skyscrapers were coming to life.

“I have to say.” I told her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met somebody with a degree in business who I could talk to about generative grammar.”
“Well I haven’t met a lot of linguistics students who can sing, so this is new for me too.”

I poured us each another glass of wine.

“You were going to tell me about where this red came from.” I suggested.

She quietly began explaining the local winery that had produced this bottle and her visit to its tasting room about a week before.

When she was finishing, I just couldn’t help myself.

“Simone, I gotta tell ya. You are fascinating.”

She smirked and chuckled softly.

“Why’s that?” She asked as she took a sip.
“You’re so knowledgeable but you don’t radiate nerdiness the way I do.”
“Well I don’t know about that.”
“Oh don’t even try that shit! We’ve been talking about everything from Middle-Eastern foreign policy to fine whiskey to obscure rock music. How are you so refined but so down to earth?”
“I guess it’s just a talent.”
“Well, whatever it is, It’s great. I’d really like to see you again.”
“Well there’s no reason this evening has to end now.”
“No? What were you thinking?”

She took another sip of her wine.

“Why don’t you come back to my place?”

I was surprised.

“Uhhhh, really? I’d love to.”
“Good. Although I should warn you.”
“About what?”
“I am a bit weird.”






I felt her hands reach around the back of my head. She untied the blindfold and pulled it way from my eyes. For a moment my eyes watered over and were blinded by the sudden flood of light. I could only register her dark silhouette looming above me.

I also noticed what looked like a salad bowl sitting on the bed. She must have grabbed it when she was out of the room.

“Hello there.” She said with a smile.

I shook my head slowly and grunted into my gag.

“How are you doing?”

She looked down at me and brushed my cheek with her fingers again. I shifted as much as my bonds would allow but I could hardly move more than half an inch in any direction. The hard steel holding me to her bed was not letting go.

By now my eyes were coming back into focus again and I looked up at her in her matching black bra and panties. She had turned off the light and the room was illuminated by the warm glow of several candles that she had lit. The shadows that crossed her face made her look slightly sinister.

“As I said before, I don’t know how much you know about bondage.”

I shook my head to try to say that I knew nothing.

“But as far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t really make a lot of sense unless there’s some reason that you want to escape it. Otherwise you’re just kind of lying there.”

Oh shit. What was she going to do now?

Simone reached into the bowl sitting on the bed behind her. She took something in her hand. She concealed it in her dripping wet palm. And held it near my face. Wait, it was dripping wet? Why?

A moment later it all became clear as she took a piece of ice, fresh from the freezer and began running it over my chest. I started bucking and shifting from the shock. She showed no mercy and kept moving it around, all over my exposed skin. I started moaning and grunting through the tape gag covering my lips. But she took no notice. Her blue eyes fixed on that piece of ice with robotic determination. I fought and struggled as hard as I could but I could hardly move.

She held the ice against my skin until it finally melted.

I panted and breathed hard. It hadn’t occurred to me that there would be more ice in the bowl. But she reached over to the bowl and took more pieces in both hands and began attacking my sides.

I wriggled and struggled even more desperately this time but my metal bindings held ruthlessly firm. Futilely I stopped and moaned into my gag, trying somehow to get her to stop. But she didn’t.

“Contrary to what you might think.” She said as finally removed the ice cubes. “I don’t get the chance to do this very much. Almost never in fact.”

I could only grunt in response.

“I love hearing the sounds that you make when your mouth is taped shut and you’re struggling to loosen it. It’s so sexy.”

This was getting very intense again. She renewed her assault with two new ice cubes, this time running them over my neck and face. I violently struggled against my bindings, moaning into my gag pathetically.

“Kyle, I gotta tell ya,” She said, mimicking me. “I love seeing you like this. Bound, gagged and at my mercy.”

Despite the onslaught of the freezing cold blocks I knew, I was equally fond of being bound, gagged and at her mercy.






We had arrived in the basement suite of a trim suburban house about forty minutes later.

The place was very clean and nicely decorated with pieces of art that came from a number of cultures. On top of a chest of drawers were some African looking facemasks, another wall was host to a poster of mandarin characters, a Tibetan singing bowl rested on the table, while another wall in the kitchen held a cheaply framed poster of a Monet painting.

“Do you have any roommates?” I asked.
“No. My landlord and her kids live upstairs, but they’re out of town right now.”

I had only just taken off my shoes when her small frame had suddenly attacked me and pushed me against the adjacent wall. Her lips met mine for the first time.

“Whoa.” I said between kisses.
“In case you’re getting the wrong idea, I very rarely do this. But I wanted to go out tonight and find somebody and I found you.”
“I’m glad you did.”

We continued playing tonsil hockey for several minutes before she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.





I was completely out of breath by the time the last of the ice had melted in the bowl. She had kept up her merciless assault for what seemed like hours. By now my wrists had become sore from my near constant struggling. It seemed like the only reason she had been torturing me with it was because she wanted me to struggle. I guessed that it made her feel in control, just like it made me feel out of control.

She straddled me again and lowered her face down to mine. She laid a kiss onto the duct tape over my lips. After moving away and staring for a moment she asked;

“Do you want me to take that tape off?”

Frantically I nodded yes.

“Hmmmm. Too bad I’m not going to.”

I groaned. Her constant teasing was both maddening and gratifying.

“As I said, I’m in charge here. I decide when the cuffs are unlocked and I decide when the gag comes off.”

I felt the urge to struggle again at that moment but I was too tired. I could only lay back and accept whatever she had in store for me. Though I could only hope that the worst of it was over. It occurred to me that she could drip the wax from those candles onto me if she wanted to. I’d seen that in S&M scenes on TV before. I could only hope that she wouldn’t think of it.

Much to my relief she leaned over me and began kissing my neck again. I leaned my head back and softly moaned in pleasure. This time she continued and start kissing and caressing me well past my neck down onto my chest, up my arms and down onto my belly. It seemed that she was determined to cover as much of me as she could.

“All mine.” She breathed quietly. “You’re all mine.”

I couldn’t argue. It had gotten to the point that my helplessness had been made so clear to me that I didn’t feel like I belonged to myself in that moment. I belonged to her.

Finally after several minutes of this she stood up and took a few steps back from the bed. My eyebrows naturally raised as I saw her panties drop to the floor. She just smirked.






When all was said and done she finally retrieved the handcuff keys from her nightstand and unlocked my hands and feet. I then slowly pulled the duct tape off of my feet. She climbed into the bed next to me.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“I did.” I admitted. “I really fucking enjoyed that.”
“Good.”

She smiled and nestled in next to me and I wrapped my tired arms around her as we went to sleep.

Several days later I received a text message from her number as I was walking down the street. All it read was: “Do you trust me?”

I immediately knew what it meant.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby triplezero » Wed Jul 15, 2015 11:25 am

Awesome Story !!!

Re: Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby Shepard » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:34 pm

Fantastic story! Pacing, sexy, good non-cliched lines. Very, very enjoyable to read, well done.

Re: Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby canuck100 » Tue Aug 11, 2015 3:52 am

How could I have missed this story when it was posted? Good thing Shepard commented on it, it brought it back at the top and allowed me to read it. Awesome story!

Re: Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby Vector5227 » Wed Sep 21, 2016 9:23 pm

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Re: Do you trust me? (F/M)

Postby kidnapkeely987 » Wed Sep 28, 2016 5:40 pm

This was a great read :quirk: