A little rusty, so just starting out with a small intro to get warmed up...
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I've known her for well over a year, and we've always been "flirty" toward one another. She was absolutely gorgeous - 5'6", blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy little body that I just couldn't keep my eyes off. She knew all that, and loved the attention - would sometimes even wear things she knew I liked, just to know she was getting a reaction. As for myself, I've always felt I was average-looking, at best on the upper end of average. Brown hair, carrying muscle with a little too much padding around the middle, but have never had problems getting a girlfriend.
She *loved* talking about sex at work. Since we worked in small groups, it wasn't a problem for most people. A few months ago she mentioned that I never talk about what I like - I said it was because it wasn't exactly mainstream, and a lot of people are uncomfortable with the topic. She countered with a rather defensive "I'm pretty kinky too... I don't just have sex in the bedroom after all!" I smiled and nodded. Since then we've had a few more conversations of that nature, and her interest has been piqued - and she realized that what I was talking about went far beyond the adage of "location, location, location."
Problem was, she had a boyfriend... and she wasn't the type to cheat. So I stayed at a distance, always there for her to talk, helping her out with things, etc... She said that if she and her boyfriend didn't work out, she'd "give me a shot." I'd assumed it was a joke, teasing as she so often did, but a month later they were indeed broken up. And that, in a nutshell, was what led me to where I was now... namely, pacing in the foyer of my house, heart thundering in my chest as I hear the car door slam shut outside.
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Allie brushed a strand of blonde hair back over shoulder and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. About two weeks after the breakup, she'd been asked if she was serious about "giving him a shot." It started out teasing, the two of them setting up the parameters of her stay... but somewhere in the middle of the conversation she realized that she was going to go through with it. He hadn't given her any details, just vague warnings and suggestions that she put serious thought into what she was strongly against... and she found that even phrases like that sent her pulse racing... the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of something new...
When she rapped her knuckles on the door, his response of "come in, kitten" was almost immediate. She opened the door and paused and his expression - his eyes widened slightly, gaze roving down the length of her body and back up. Allie had chosen her outfit to impress - short black skirt, tank top, ripped stockings that barely peeked above her thigh-high black leather boots. She'd considered pulling her hair back in a ponytail, but she liked the way she looked with it down, and he'd always complimented her hair. His expression of desire was unmistakable, and brought a flush to her cheeks.
"Kitten?"
"My nickname for you today," he said as a grin settled into place, "I'll explain later. Turn around, let me see the ensemble." Allie smiled back and spread her arms, beginning a slow pirouette to show off the clothes that she'd chosen. She felt a thrill inside, knowing that she was getting exactly the reaction that she'd been going for with them. Halfway through her turn, she felt him behind her, one of his hands on her hip while another caught a handful of her hair. She gasped as he pulled her head back, just hard enough to exert control. When he spoke, she could feel his breath tickling her ear, and a tremor ran down her body at the sudden loss of control.
"Do you remember the rules of today's visit?" His voice was deep, barely above a whisper, and she as she leaned back against him she could rest her head on his chest. Allie could feel his heartbeat racing, and her body responded almost unconsciously to his obvious desire.
"I do what you say," she replied, momentarily surprised at the breathless tone of her own voice, "I'm yours, for six hours."
"No questions, no arguing, no hesitation," he reiterated as he had when they were laying out the parameters of her visit. She nodded understanding.
"No questions, no arguing, no hesitation," she repeated.
"And when we're done, you'll leave hale and hearty - no injuries, no visible marks, no scars," he continued before chuckling deep in his throat. The sound made his chest rumble, and another tremor ran through Allie, "Were there any other limits you wanted to mention before we start?" Allie's mind was whirling with so many hormones she could barely process what he was saying much less consider a coherent response. She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
"Very well then, kitten," he released her hair, and the blonde girl gasped as a dark cloth slipped down over her eyes almost immediately. She felt the blindfold being tied in place at the back of her head, and instinctively reached up to feel the fabric - silk. He took a step back and Allie wavered for a moment, suddenly bereft of physical contact.
"First rule," he said, "you may only wear what I permit. Right now, that's limited to a blindfold. Remove everything else."