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.