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The Unexpected Journey Chapters 3 - 4
Chapter Three
The first things he took out were several silk ties. Quite stylish ones,
actually. He laid them carefully on the coffee table, lining them up with
each other.
"These, obviously, are ties. I can use them to tie you to the bed. I can use
them to tie you into a position. I can use them as a blindfold, or as a gag
if you get too noisy. Sometimes I'll use the gag first, so that you can be
as noisy as you like without anyone hearing."
Next he removed a small sponge bag. After spreading a towel on the floor, he
laid the contents of the bag onto it.
"KY. For obvious reasons. Though usually my women are so wet by the time I
penetrate them that we don't need it. A razor and shaving cream. Part of
giving up control, of the trust I have mentioned, is to let me shave you
bare. A with no hair not only looks more exciting, it is easier to play
with."
I was shocked at him using the C-word. James looked at me.
"It's part of the control thing. Since childhood we have been taught that
certain things, certain thoughts, certain words are all forbidden. Part of
the joy of both domination and submission is letting go those forbidden
things. In order to push the limits, we have to find them. I will use vulgar
language, as my called it. Sex should be an earthy, felt thing - not
an academic exercise. Would you rather I fucked your cunt, or inserted my
male member? Notice the difference?"
More things were coming out of the sponge bag.
"Condoms. I know we don't need them. But if we get into anal sex, it's
easier. I can fuck your ass, and then your straight away if I take the
condom off. But otherwise I need to wash in between and that can spoil the
moment. Vaporub. A little bit on your clit can go a long way. It warms you
up, so to speak. Now this little thing -" James held aloft a little metal
device "this is a nipple clamp. I can put it on your nipple - one for each
nipple - and tighten them. Hold out your hand."
I held my hand out. Selecting my little finger, James applied the clamp to
the end of it. "See it doesn't hurt, it's just pressure. But it keeps your
nipples stimulated while I pleasure the rest of you. And from time to time I
can tighten it, see." He tightened the screw. The pressure increased,
reached the edge of feeling uncomfortable. "I never go tighter than you can
bear - sometimes I don't need to tighten them at all, just having them on is
enough."
James unscrewed the clamp and placed it with its partner on the towel. The
contents of the sponge bag were all out. James returned to his larger bag.
Next were thong sandals, like you wear on the beach.
"The next few things are for "hitting", as you put it. But not necessarily
for "hurting". Hold out your hand."
Somewhat reluctantly, I held my hand out. He slapped it with the sandal. It
made an amazing 'thwack' sound, but really didn't too much. A sort of
sting, followed by heat. "These are good for sound effects and warming up!'
James commented.
Then came a couple of rulers. A standard school wooden ruler, and a wider
plastic one. The sort I use in the office - the sort that was in my
briefcase now. James motioned for me to hold out my hand, and again he gave
me a test whack. The plastic one more than the wooden one, and they
both more than the sandal.
The last whacker James had was a leather belt. About 3 inches wide in brown
leather, with a fancy buckle on one end. Something wore a lot in the
70s I think. "This one we would use much later on, if you wanted and needed
it. I won't test it on you."
Whew, I was glad to hear he was talking about some limits the first time - I
was beginning to get concerned again. So far my emotions had been on a
roller coaster - aroused, frightened, excited, curious - and a whole range
of unnamed feelings had been swirling around me. I wondered what else was in
the bag.
Out came a standard-looking vibrator, but one with several attachments in a
box. "Vibrator. I can please you with it, or you can please me. There is a
degree of mutual pleasuring in this, you know. This fitting is good for
nipples. This one for finding your G-spot. Have you found it before?"
"Not very successfully." My throat was dry, my voice tense.
"Well, that can be a pleasure in store, can't it. This fitting is for my
prostate". James looked at me "yes, I like a vibrator up the ass. It's good
when I get off." He certainly was serious about breaking the
inhibitions.
"This smaller vibrator is for your ass. Sometimes a vibrator in the ass can
really make the difference." The difference to what, I thought. Next he
brought out a much larger, thicker dildo. It looked like a joke one from a
porno shop, it must have been twelve inches long and four inches round.
"This is for giving your a real good stretch. Sometimes you need to
feel as if you've really been fucked, been filled to the brim, and this baby
is good at doing the job. Now what else have I got?"
James felt round in the bag some more. He reminded me of a travelling
salesman, showing off his wares. "Aaah, rope. I was looking for that." First
came a length of plaited rope, probably as as my thumb. "This is
good for the visual, for showing you your bound hands, for getting into the
mood. We'll find out if you're someone who likes props or not. And this
cord," now James brought out a package of thin cord - like clothesline cord,
"this is good for real binding. Some people like to be bound up like a
package. It's good too for tying up your tits." Tying my tits? What the hell
was that all about? I felt nervous again.
There were still more treasures in the bag. A bag of clothes pins "for
clamps". Handcuffs "for the visual". A gag with a penis shaped mouth piece
"to give you the feeling of cock in your mouth if I'm fucking your other
end." James was not pulling any punches. He was leaving nothing to the
imagination. A couple of porno mags (bondage mainly) "for suggestions. Also,
you might like posing like some of the sluts in the magazine." I recoiled at
the slut word. "I can see we'll have to get through your language barrier,"
James commented. It appeared that was all James was going to show me.
Although there was more in the bag, he clipped it shut and said "what do you
think?"
Looking down at the array of James' treasure in front of me, I was surprised
to see how ordinary it all looked. Apart from the dildo, porno mags and
penis gag, there was nothing I didn't really have myself on this trip. I
have clothes pins and cord for my washing - I don't like sending my
underwear out for strangers to wash. By having me look at and touch the
items, I already felt somewhat comfortable with them. I didn't know what to
say.
"Do you want to go ahead?" James voice cut through my thoughts.
"I'm a bit overwhelmed" I confessed. "I like the idea of the sex, of some of
the things. Some things I'm not sure about, some things I'm pretty sure
aren't me."
"Tell you what. Take out of the pile anything you are not interested in
trying. We're only talking about today - not a lifetime. Take out anything
that just doesn't appeal. And then decide if you want to go ahead. I guess I
don't need to tell you my thoughts on the matter! But it's entirely up to
you."
I studied the pile. First I looked at the items on the towel. Razor and
cream - yes. I'd never been shaved before. Vaporub - no. KY- yes. Condoms -
don't know. I held them in my hand, yes? Or no? I'd always wanted to try
anal sex. James had obviously done it before - probably many times. Maybe
now was a good time for me to try?
"If you're not sure about something, we can have a maybe pile" James voice
was soothing. The condoms went into a third pile. Nipple clamps - maybe. The
whackers - NO. Well, maybe I'd try the sandal. That wouldn't too much -
would it? The ties - yes. I liked the idea of being tied up immensely.
Vibrators? The standard one with accessories, yes. It wasn't too different
from my own one, and I did want to give James some pleasure too. It was like
shopping in a sex supermarket. The penis gag - maybe. No. Maybe.
"What aren't you sure about?" James asked.
My throat was dry. "Um, well I'd like to try being gagged. But I'm not sure
about the penis part."
"You mean dick, or cock, don't you?" James voice was harsh.
"Yes, the cock part."
"We could use one of the ties if you liked"
Yes, that was better. I put the rope and the porno mags into the no
pile. The cord went into the maybe pile. What's the point of trying bondage
if I don't let him use the bindings? That was all. James scooped up the no
pile and shut them away in the bag. The maybe's he left in the living room.
The yes pile went into the bedroom. I notice he walked in without asking. I
was waiting for him for some time until he returned.
"Well Sam. Now's the time. You've had plenty to think about. You've thought
of some of the possibilities. There's no rush. We'll just take each step as
it comes, and you've got your safe word if you want things to stop. Now it's
time to choose. Do you want to try this adventure?"
Chapter four
I sat there on the sofa, my mind whizzing. Dimly I was aware of the waves
breaking over the stilts that held my bure above the water. Room service had
been, I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I listened to my inner voice, my
soul. Maybe this was what I had been looking for? I knew in my heart that I
could trust James - that I would be safe. If it didn't work out, well, I
hadn't lost anything, had I. The lawyer in me thought "Worst case scenario?"
Well, I wouldn't like it, I'd use the safe word, James would stop (and I
knew I could trust him to stop), I say thanks but no thanks, and we carry on
in the office as if it never happened. It was a risk I could afford to take.
"Yes." I looked James in the eyes. "Yes, I'm scared, but I'd like to try."
"Sure?"
I nodded.
"Okay, come over here."
I walked over to the other sofa where James was sitting. He held out his
hand, and I took it. He patted the sofa and I sat down. He held my head with
both his hands, and gently kissed my lips. "I'm very proud of you, you know.
You're prepared to venture into the unknown. If it doesn't work out, I will
still always respect you for the trust you have shown in me and in yourself.
Life is a risk, but it is through the risks that sometimes we find joy."
James held me close and kissed me again. He tasted of the strawberries he
had just eaten from my fruit plate, which was still sitting on the table.
His lips were soft yet insistent. My mouth parted instinctively at the brush
of his tongue, and he slid his tongue in to meet mine. We kissed for some
time, short soft kisses and long deep wet ones. The kind my always
called "Hollywood kisses".
As we kissed, James' hand slid down to caress my through my Tshirt.
He focussed his fingers on my nipple as it swelled to greet him. His kisses
continued as he slid his hand under the shirt, up my skin and under the bra
to touch my flesh skin to skin. He circled the nipple with his finger, then
two fingers, then squeezed it. Not too painfully, but enough for me to
notice.
"You like?"
" I like."
He continued, kissing down my neck and around and back up to my lips. He
kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, my forehead. He and kissed my
ears, nibbling on the lobes.
"You like?"
"I like."
I reached for his chest with my hand. James caught my wrist, and laid it
back on the sofa.
"For now, I do the work. Lie down."
Obediently I lay back down on the sofa. James slipped off to kneel beside
it. He continued to kiss and stroke me over my upper body. Eventually his
hands lifted my T-shirt.
"Up"
I sat up and James peeled the garment from my body. He reached around and
undid my bra with one hand. My fell free as he slid the straps down
and removed the bra.
"They're beautiful."
James fell upon my with kisses. He the nipples, he nibbled
the nipples. He and kissed around the nipples. Again I reached for
him, and again, he placed my hands back on the sofa.
It felt so strange, like in a dream. All this guy wanted to do was please
me. I wasn't allowed to please him at all, at this stage at least. When I
thought of the number of who just fiddled enough to get me wet, then
jumped on for the ride! And they wondered why I didn't phone them back
again?!
Taking both my hands, James sat me up and kissed me some more on the lips,
fingering my as he did so.
"Come with me."
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Now I saw what had taken him so
long. A bowl of water was sitting on one nightstand, with all the shaving
equipment beside it. On the other nightstand were the various items I had
selected. My heart gave a jump and my a lurch when I remembered what
we were here for. I felt nervous again, and trembled.
"It's all right. Don't worry."
James held me close and kissed me some more. I could feel his hardness
through his trousers. It felt promising!
James reached in front and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. He
wrestled them down my body then lifted each foot off the floor, removing the
pants leg as he did so. Kneeling, James reached up and slid down my
- pink silk ones that matched my bra.
"Stand still, you're beautiful"
James surveyed my body from his position sitting on the floor.
"Turn around. Slowly."
Despite my embarrassment, I slowly turned around for him. I held myself
tall, letting my jut out and pulling my tummy in. Not that it sticks
out, you understand, but I did want to show off my best features.
James reached up and slid his hand over my hip, around my butt. Tracing the
curves of hip, of ass cheek, of ass crack. Not fondling into the secret
area, but stroking all the skin that was on display.
"Come and lie down"
I lay on the bed, in the centre where James had stacked a pile of bath
towels. He sat beside me and leaned over to kiss me. The kiss continued for
some time.
"You like?"
"I like"
He kissed my again, on one nipple whilst pinching and gently
twisting the other, then swapping sides.
James walked over to the nightstand, and brought over four ties. He laid
them over my stomach. Initially the silk felt cold, but it soon warmed to my
body. I quivered with nervousness again. Soon I would be exposed. Soon
nothing would be private. Did I really want to do this?
Selecting one tie, James carefully wrapped it a couple of times around my
wrist, then tied a tight knot. Not tight so that it would hurt, but tight so
that I wouldn't forget it was there. He lifted my arm up to the top corner
of the bed, then reached down below the bed and fastened the tie to
something - the leg of the bed, I guess. Then he reached over and kissed me
again, smoothing the hair from my brow.
Another tie was selected. Moving to the other side of the bed, James
fastened that arm to the opposite corner of the bed.
I now lay naked, with both arms pinned up and out from me. I tested the
ties, there was a bit of give in the fabric but not much room to play with.
They really were tied - James certainly meant business. It felt strange
being so naked and exposed, while he was still fully dressed.
He leant over and kissed me thoroughly again.
"You like?"
"Um, I think so ^Å"
"Remember your safe word?" I nodded. "Use it if you have to."
James sat down near the end of the bed. He stroked my leg, then lifted it
and gently and kissed each toe. He and kissed the instep and
then each toe again.
"When you are ready, I want you to open your legs wide for me."
My heart raced. This felt way out of my comfort zone, and yet he hadn't
really done anything. It was the vulnerability, I guess. The being open.
Giving up control to him - doing as he wished. James patiently sat and
waited. After a time - probably seconds, though it felt like hours - I did
as he requested. I separated my legs and spread them for him.
"Wider."
I in a deep breath, and spread them wider. Nothing was now. I
could feel the sea breeze flowing over my delicate parts. James sat still,
then walked to the end of the bed. He studied my most private place. Without
thinking, I began to close my legs, to keep some privacy.
"Wider!" he demanded.
I obeyed.
James turned and grabbed a stack of spare pillows from the wardrobe.
"Lift" he commanded. I lifted my bum and he slid some pillows under the
small of my back, between the sheets and the stack of towels. My pudenda
(such a lovely fashioned word) was totally on display.
James selected the third tie and bound a leg to the foot of the bed, roughly
pulling it further across to the edge of the bed. He repeated with the other
leg, then turned away from the bed and walked into the living room. Both
legs were spread as wide as possible, my very secret places open to view
like they had never been before. I wished I could use my hands to cover
myself. I wasn't too sure about this.
What now? I thought. To my surprise, James returned with one of the chairs
from the dining table. He seated himself at the foot of the bed, so that my
ladies department was in his direct line of vision.
"I want you to get used to being open and vulnerable. There will be no
secrets between us. I will ask you questions, so that I can get to know you
better. You should try to be honest with me, for your own benefit. You can
use your safe word if you feel too uncomfortable, but if you do we stop
here. Nothing further will take place. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"What's this?" James pointed to my breast.
Surprised, I answered "my breast."
"No, it's a tit. What is it?"
"A tit."
"Good, I want you to get rid of all the nice words your made you use.
We don't use nice words here. What is this?" he pointed to my genitals.
"My ^Å cunt."
"Good, you're learning. What's this?"
"My clit."
"And this?"
"My vagina"
"Your what?"
"Vagina. That's all I've ever called it."
"It's your hole. Or your cunt. But mainly your hole. Do you like cocks in
your hole?"
I flushed with embarrassment. James' viewing of me and his questioning were
pushing me further than I had been before. And this was just the beginning.
"Yes. Sometimes."
"Have you ever not liked a cock in your hole? Honestly, now?"
James must have guessed I was tempted to lie. But I knew that honesty was
the way to go if I wanted to get the most out of this.
"Sometimes."
"When?"
"When they have just thrust in, and pounded away like I was a piece of
wood."
"Good. I promise I won't do that to you."
Somehow I knew James meant it.
"What's this?"
"My ass."
"Do you like getting fucked here?"
"I've never tried it."
"What do you think about it?"
"I like the idea, but I don't know if I would like it for real."
"Very good. I can see you're being honest. This is good for both of us. Do
you always come?"
"Mostly"
"Do you wank yourself?"
"Sometimes"
"When was the last time?"
I squirmed. These questions were getting really personal. James was looking
straight up my vag ^Åcunt as he spoke. I wonder what he could see?
"Um, this morning."
"How did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Get yourself off?"
"I used a vibrator."
"Ohh ^Å I see." James raised an eyebrow. "Is it here?" he moved to the
nightstand.
"No, it's in my suitcase."
"Well, we'll have to see that later. Do you ever come more than once?"
"Sometimes."
"When?"
"Sometimes when I wank myself. Occasionally with a lover."
"What do they do to make you come again?"
"Well, I can usually come quite quickly if they suck me off. And finger my
cunt at the same time." I thought I'd impress him with how quickly I was
learning. "Then if they finger my while I ride on top of their cock I
have been known to have another one or two then."
"Verrrrry good. You are learning quickly. Now, is there anything else I need
to know?" James mused to himself. "No, I think that's all for now. Soon I
will gag you and you won't be able to speak again."
He kept doing that. Just when I was getting comfortable, he pushed the
boundary again. But I did like it. In retrospect, I liked the questioning. I
liked feeling open - and not just because my legs were spread as wide as
they could go. Because there was no pretense, because we were getting down
to the basics of it all.
James turned to the bowl and shaving equipment and moved them over beside
me.
"Don't jiggle, or you'll make the bed all wet. You OK for this?" James
looked me in the eye and held my hand. "You're doing really well - you have
no idea how well you're doing. You will really benefit from this, I can
promise you." Having reassured himself that all was well, James began to
remove all my pubic hair. Sorry, to shave my cunt.
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