## An Interesting First Date

Post by switchyr00 » Fri Apr 17, 2015 1:44 am

Hey, I’m new to writing on here, but I’m going to tell you a story of a first date gone wrong (or right, depending on your perspective).
First things first, I’m Jonathan, I’m 22, I’m about 5’10, with dark brown hair, a light beard, and a broad build.
I met Sophie through Tinder, and we got on immediately, I found out we liked the same films, books and video games and, although I could only see her slim face, and curly red hair in the profile pictures, I obviously found her attractive. After talking over the course of a couple of days, we agreed to meet up for a date.
I wore a red t-shirt, grey jumper, black jeans, and pumps, casual, but nice-looking, hopefully enough to make a good first impression. I got the bus to the bar, and spotted her sat at a table away from the door; she looked just as good in person as she did in her photos. I walked over, and she spotted me and waved, before standing up.
As she stood up, I noticed two things. Firstly, she was hot, and I mean HOT! The white t-shirt she wore fit her figure very closely, and showed off her well-endowed chest. She had tucked the t-shirt into a grey pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees, which showed the black tights she was wearing. Again, this showed off a narrow waist, which curved out into wide hips, tapering down to defined legs. She just wore black flat-soled shoes, complementing her simple outfit.
The other thing that I noticed was that she was quite a bit taller than me; I probably would have put her at about 6’0, maybe a little more.
I won’t go into the details of what happened at the bar, but we got on extremely well in person. After a few hours there, we left the bar, and stopped to talk outside for a little bit.
“So, I suppose this is where we part ways for now?” I said to Sophie, “Did you have a nice night?”
“I did. In fact,” she said, leaning in towards me, “I had such a nice night that I don’t want it to end just yet...” After saying these last words, she kissed me, and I obviously kissed her back.
“So, you weren’t put off by a man shorter than you, then?”
“No,” she said, moving her hand from my face to my neck, “in fact, I like feeling this position of power.” I felt her hand tighten on my neck slightly, and I knew then that she was definitely a woman used to being in charge. “So you’re going to come back to mine.” This was a statement, not a question, and I followed promptly.
We got to her house, a short walk away, and as soon as I had shut the door and kicked my shoes off, she had me pressed up against the wall and was kissing me. Her hands moved down to my t-shirt, and pulled my shirt and jumper off in one movement, leaving me topless. I moved back in to kiss her, but she instead pushed on one shoulder, and pulled the other, spinning me around, and then shoved me against the wall.
“Hands.” She demanded. I quickly moved my hands behind my back, crossing my wrists. I was enjoying this far too much to let it stop. With one hand planted firmly between my shoulders, I heard Sophie open a drawer, and pull something out. “Good boy,” she whispered into my ear, as she cinched the rope around my wrists, and began wrapping it. Although I was inexperienced in person until that point, I’d seen enough videos to realise she knew what she was doing.
After wrapping in three different directions to ensure that my wrists were completely immobilised, I heard her turn around to face the drawer.
“Stay!” she ordered, with an extremely stern tone. I heard her get a number of things out of the drawer. She pulled me towards her, and then everything went black. The thickness of the bands around my head, and the firmness of the blindfold itself let me know that this was no sleeping mask; this was a purpose-build BDSM blindfold. I was starting to realise that maybe I was a little in over my head, and I remembered that we had not actually agreed on a safe word, a time limit, or any play limits, which began to worry me.
“Sophie, I think thaaa…“ I began, before I felt a large ball be forced into my mouth, and I heard buckles fasten behind my head.
“You think what, Jonathan?” Sophie said, with none of the warmth that her voice had had at the bar. She fastened the buckle behind my head, and began on the one under my jaw.
“Muh frrnk wuh shrrd tuurk,” I tried, but with the buckle under my jaw fastened, I couldn’t move my mouth at all.
“Sorry, babe, I didn’t catch that,” she teased, as she wrapped a collar around my neck, and buckled it up.
I tried to scream, but I couldn’t make more than a mumble.
“Ahh, men are so easy,” she said, and I could hear her smiling to herself as she did. She unbuckled my belt, and removed my jeans, boxers and socks, leaving me completely naked. My cock was rock hard, and now there was no way to hide it from her. She wrapped her slender fingers around it, gripping it tight.
“Come on, little boy, we’ve got a big night ahead of us, better get started.” And with these words, she began walking up the stairs, pulling me along behind her.

### An Interesting First Date Part 2

Post by switchyr00 » Sun May 03, 2015 7:41 am

I wriggled my wrists as I walked up the stairs, trying to loosen the ropes, but there was no chance I would be able to get out of this. I mumbled in protest, but Sophie ignored me, and continued walking. We reached the landing, and entered a room, I felt the fingers release my cock, before Sophie put her hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees.
“Pwuuzsh Surphuh, wut muh guh!” I pleaded in what I thought was her direction.
“Not a chance, Jonny boy, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight!” she teased back, as she pushed me down onto my stomach.
She then pulled my feet up, and tied them together quickly, then fastened the free end of the rope to my wrists, placing me in a simple but inescapable hogtie.
I heard her walk away from me, followed by a lot of movement and rustling. I struggled and moaned, but it seemed that, for now, her attention was away from me. I tried to grasp the knots, but my fingers couldn’t even touch either of them; she was very, very good at this.
I was left to struggle for about five minutes, the rustling stopped after a couple, and I think Sophie was just watching me for the rest of the time. She then came over and unbuckled the blindfold, removing it from my eyes.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a pair of stocking-clad feet in shiny black high heels stood in front of me. I moved my gaze up, the stockings continued up to her mid-thigh, where they fastened on to suspenders. The suspenders went underneath a small pair of black panties, before joining on to a garter belt at her waist. She was also wearing a black push-up bra, which enhanced her already large breasts. She looked down at me with an expression of playful confidence, and I knew I was in for a hell of a night.
She walked around next to me, and, holding on to my shoulders, pulled me up to a kneeling position; with my hands still bound to my ankles, I was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t move anywhere else. I was kneeling at the foot of a bed, with Sophie stood next to me.
In my position, my cock stood straight out from my body, and I had no way of concealing it. Sophie looked down at it and smiled.
“You want me to play with that, eh Jon?”
I mumbled in return, and tugged on my restraints.
“I’m not sure whether that was a yes or a no, but you know what? That doesn’t really matter.” She crouched down and held my face in her hand. “It doesn’t matter, because you belong to me now, you’re my little slave, and I can do whatever I want to you.” Her face was moving closer the whole time she was speaking, until she was right up against me, and as she finished speaking, she licked my mouth, from bottom lip, across the ball gag, to my top lip.
“Now then, onto business…” She wrapped her slim fingers around my cock, and began very slowly stroking it up and down. “What do I do with my little slave boy?”
As she stroked, I moaned with each movement, and my cock twitched in response to her stroking.
“Well we certainly can’t have you getting too stimulated, can we? I think I should get my dues first!”
With that, she moved around to my back, and unfastened the hogtie, then secured the rope around my feet. I was still bound hand and foot, but the two were no longer connected. She then took a ring gag, and held it in front of my face.
“I need to put this in, but to do that, I need to take the ball out. I know this will give you an opportunity to shout for help, so I’m letting you know now that would be a BIG mistake!” On the word “BIG,” she squeezed my balls, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for me to know that she could easily hurt me. “Is that understood, Jonathan?”
I nodded in response; I just needed to let this play out, no need to get myself hurt over this.
Sophie unfastened the buckle at the back of my head, and pulled out the ball, then quickly inserted the ring behind my teeth, before I had even had a chance to shout anyway.
“Good boy,” she said, and moved in to kiss me, her tongue forcing its way through the ring into my mouth.
She then stood up, and pushed me onto the floor with her foot, and rolled me over so I was lying face-up below the foot of the bed. Without a word, Sophie stepped out of her heels, and sat down on the foot of the bed, her stocking-clad feet resting on my chest.
“Tongue out,” she demanded. I stuck my tongue through the ring, and lay still.
One of Sophie’s feet moved over to my mouth, and rested on my tongue.
“Lick it.”
I moved my tongue slightly, and licked the ball of her foot, then retracted my tongue.
“More than that, bitch, I want my foot worshipped!”
I licked again, moving my tongue up and down the ball of her foot.
“Good boy!” I could hear the smile in her voice.
She moved her foot, and I started licking the sole of her foot, moving from near the heel, up towards the toes, then back down again.
“Mmm, very good, slave!”
As she praised me, she used her other foot to stroke my cock, very slowly, but enough that I could feel it. I started to get harder, and continued to lick her foot.
“Now the toes.”
She moved her foot again, and I licked her toes, from top to bottom, one toe at a time. Her foot was moving faster, and my cock was twitching in response.
She suddenly removed her foot from my cock, and crossed her legs, leaving one foot on my mouth, and the other dangling over my face.
“I think that’s enough of that, I’ve got more in store for you, slave.”

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by geelcarl » Thu Nov 12, 2015 6:46 am

Any chance you'll continue this? Loving it so far and excited to see where its headed!

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by switchyr00 » Wed Oct 25, 2017 2:54 am

Sophie stood up, and got back into her heels, standing over me, and looking down at me.
“Pleesh, dash enough, leh me doh!” I begged her, looking up hopefully.
“Not a chance, you’re mine all night... In fact…” a smile crept onto her face, and she picked up her phone from her desk. “I need to make sure that you’ll be good once I’m done with you.” She raised her phone, and, *click,* the camera shutter sounded. “Now I looked you up on Facebook before we met up, so if you tell anyone about this, I’ll share these with all of your friends.” *click* *click* *click* She took more and more photos: full-body shots; close ups of my face, complete with ring gag; my hard cock, both with and without her stiletto heel resting on it. If she did manage to get those to my friends, my social life as I knew it would be over.
“As well as that, Jonny boy, I want you as my slave whenever I want. I want to be able to call you whenever, and have you show up here, ready to serve me however I want!”
“Uh-uh!” I shook my head in protest, that was too far.
“You’ll serve me, slave, whether you like it or not!” Sophie said, as she reached next to her desk, and produced a black leather riding crop.
“UH-UH! UH-UH!” I shouted, and tried to roll away. She calmly walked over to me, and placed her foot on the small of my back, holding me in place. She rested the head of the riding crop on my buttock, and held it there.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be my slave, little boy..?”
I couldn’t do anything but moan helplessly, I wished I wasn’t in this situation, but I couldn’t see a way out of it.
*WHAP!* she hit me with the crop, and it hurt! *WHAP!* again.
“I want an answer!” Sophie said sternly.
I nodded my head meekly. I was trapped here, and figured I’d better do what she said, for fear of further consequences.
“Now there’s my good boy,” she smirked, as she rolled me onto my back with her high-heeled foot.
She stood over me, looking down at me as I looked up at her, tracing past the high heels, up the stockings and suspenders, the curvy hips, black bra, made-up face, and curly red hair. Her lips curled into a smug smile, and she placed her thumbs into the band of her panties, and wriggled her hips, lowering them down her legs to the floor, revealing a shaved pussy with a small tuft of red at the top. She stepped over my head, leaving me looking directly up at her, and began to crouch down.
“You know what to do, to please your new mistress…” she began, and nestled over my mouth. I probed my tongue through the ring, and began licking. It was difficult with the gag in my mouth, but I had to make sure my ‘mistress’ was happy with me, for now, so I did my best, and from the noises she was making, she seemed pleased.
After some time of her licking me, writhing and moaning as I did, we suddenly heard the noise of a key in the door.
“Oh shit!” Sophie hissed, her demeanour suddenly changing to panicked rather than dominant, and she got back onto her feet, looking around the room.
“Soph, you in?” A female voice inquired from beyond the bedroom door.
“Yeah, just a minute…” Sophie gasped, before looking down at me. She swiftly grabbed the ball gag and blindfold, and blindfolded me first.
“Now you stay quiet, or else…” she said as she unbuckled the ring gag.
I realised that this was my chance to try and get out of this, so as the ring gag was removed from my mouth, I yelled for help. I was only able to get out a brief moment of sound before the ball was shoved in, but I hoped it was enough to get me out of this.
Sophie slapped me in the face, and began dragging me towards the side of the room where I remembered the wardrobe being.
“Who was that, Sophie?” The voice continued, getting louder as she ascended the stairs.
“No-one, Kat, it was no one…” Sophie forced out as she got me closer to the wardrobe.
“Have you got a boy in here, you dirty little…” Kat began playfully, before trailing off in confusion, “what the hell are you doing Sophie!?” She yelled, clearly having discovered me, naked and bound, and Sophie in her lingerie.
(I’ll break again here, and take preferences for what comes next. Do you want Kat [short bleached hair, 5’6, slim, piercings and tattoos, wearing black crop top, denim shorts, above-ankle leggings, and Doc Martens boots] to join in dominating me with Sophie, do you want Sophie to take Kat prisoner and dominate us both, or do you want Kat to overpower Sophie and take control herself. Let me know what you’d prefer before I move on)

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by solarbeast34 » Wed Oct 25, 2017 10:25 am

This is a great story. I would prefer to continue to read it with both Sophie and Kat dominating you. But either way you go, I will still read it, if I remember to.

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by linkedin » Thu Oct 26, 2017 4:35 pm

Sophie + Kat dominating! This is the kinda story I visit this site for awesome

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by geelcarl » Fri Oct 27, 2017 10:48 pm

Yep would definitely keep it FF/M. both of them dominating you, maybe as a response for shouting out and getting lat in the same dominatrix clothing as well

### Re: An Interesting First Date

Post by switchyr00 » Sun Oct 29, 2017 7:03 am

(Thanks for all the positive feedback, I'll try and keep up with this story a bit better in future!)
"Hey Kat," Sophie gasped, gears clearly turning in her mind, "this is Jonathan, he's my prisoner for the evening, maybe for the weekend, depending on how naughty he is..." I could hear the smirk return in her voice as she continued
"Prisoner?" I heard Kat's higher voice, and London accent differ from Sophie's slightly deeper Yorkshire accent, "what do you mean prisoner?" I heard heavy footfalls enter into the room as Kat approached. I struggled and moaned, but couldn't get a word out through the ball gag.
"Well, the thing is," Sophie began, "Jonathan and I both really like bondage: he likes being tied up, and I like tying him up. So we agreed to a little game tonight, while I thought you were out." I could see where this was going, and redoubled my efforts to struggle. "We're pretending that I've kidnapped him, and that I'm keeping him tied up here against his will." I felt long fingernails drawn up the length of my hard cock, "he really likes it, he's dead committed to the role, he's been saying all sorts about wanting me to let him free. It's pretty exciting!" The fingernails turned into proper stroking, and I moaned involuntarily. "We've got a safe word, of course, but until he says that, anything he says is part of the game!"
I realised that Kat seemed to be buying it, and struggled harder against the ropes, moaning and shouting through the ball gag.
The boot steps came over to me, and I heard Kat ask "do you mind if I take the blindfold off, hun?"
"Go for it," Sophie said with the same smug smirk in her voice.
The blindfold was removed from my eyes, and I blinked as light came back into them. Before me I saw a young woman about the same age as myself and Sophie. Her hair was cut into a pixie cut with a long fringe, and her dark roots showed against the bleach blonde hair. Her face was slim and cute, with dark eyebrows, pale skin and heavy well-applied eyeliner, along with wine-red lipstick. Her ears had a series of piercings down the sides, culminating in a small tunnel in each lobe. She was wearing a snug black crop top, that showed off a small pair of breasts, very slender arms, and a firm-looking abdomen. Her left arm was covered in a floral tattoo sleeve, and her right bore a series of traditional-style anchors, birds, pin-ups, and the like. On her exposed abdomen I could see what looked like the butts of a pair of revolvers tattooed on, and disappearing below the waistband of her dark-blue denim shorts. A pair of black leggings extended from her shorts down her slim legs, ending mid-calf in a lace trim. On her feet were a pair of black leather Doc Martens, which explained the heavy footsteps from the short, slim woman.
She looked down at me, then back up at Sophie. "Oh, he's cute, Soph, no wonder you want to keep him!"
Sophie's fingers unfastened the buckle of the ball gag, and she removed it from my mouth. "Go on, Jonny boy, show Kat how good you are at being a helpless little kidnap victim!"
I used this chance as best I could. "Please help me Kat, your housemate is crazy, I never agreed to this, she's taken it way too far! I only went out for some drinks with her, and she's keeping me imprisoned like thi-MMMN..." I trailed off as the silicone ball was shoved back into my mouth.
Kat smiled at me, "oh you are good, hun!" She looked back up at Sophie, "can I play with him too?"
I looked back and forth between Sophie and Kat, knowing what one of them did, and scared of what the other one would do.
"Yeah, sure thing!" Sophie smiled down at me, "be extra mean to him, he knows what he did!"
"Oh!" Kat exclaimed, "I have the perfect thing," she trailed her fingers under my chin, lifting me to look up at her, "don't you go anywhere!" and she slipped out of the room.
"Well, that worked out well," Sophie said, "I thought you'd blown it then. Well, now there's two of us to dominate you, and you only have yourself to blame!"
Sophie walked around to my feet and grabbed them, dragging me back to the centre of the room. She stood over me, and traced the stiletto tip of her shoe over the hard ridge of my cock.
"Consequences, bitch," she said sternly as she pressed down on the head of my cock with the stiletto. I moaned through the gag, and tried to struggle, but any movement that I made pressed the heel further into my cock. Sophie rocked her weight back and forth, rolling my cock around under the heel, and I moaned louder through the gag, but couldn't make more than a mumble.
This continued for some time, with Sophie moving the heel down the entire length of my shaft, and back up again, putting me in pure agony, but I was unable to move under the pressure. After a while of this, we were interrupted by a voice from the doorway, "what do you think?"
Sophie and I both looked over to see Kat had changed from her previous outfit. She now stood wearing a black underbust corset, which rested beneath a black strapless bra, showing her bare shoulders, along with the eagle inked between her breasts, which were amplified by the corset. She wore black trunk-style underwear, which ended in a frill of lace at the top of her thigh. Her thighs were bare, leading down to the top of the shiny black leather boots that she was wearing, laced up the front, starting at her knee, and ending in a pointed toe and a metal-capped thin heel.
"Oh my god, you look perfect!" Sophie beamed, and beckoned her over. My tortured cock stirred at the sight of her before me, walking in to stand over me. I stayed on the floor, looking up, as Sophie moved in to my left, and Kat to my right, both staring down at me on the floor.