Bdsm Virgin

Part 3.6

"Well, that would be something that would be either a hard no or soft no. If you were to say, what would it be for you, Chance?"

Oh, God! I just felt wetness seep from beneath me. My core tightened, and my nipples tingled and became hard.

He must have noticed. He looked straight at my breasts through the t-shirt and smiled. "I would wager it's a ... Yes?"

I could not speak. Instead, I looked down at my phone. My hands were shaking. I had not imagined nipple clamps, but something just hit me that turned me into a wet mess on his bed. All I could think was, God, Yes! Please show me!

He didn't. While he played with me with his finger inside and circling my clit with his thumb, he went on to explain about how sometimes pain can increase pleasure, especially during orgasm. I watched his lips move, but did not hear him. All I wanted was him. Now. In me. In any way he wanted.

He abruptly pulled his finger out and moved away from me. He became the teacher.

"Well? Want to play some more and see what I mean? Remember, Chance, you call the shots. If it's not pleasurable for you and becomes too much, just say Red! We'll use Red for a safe word. A safe word is what is used when a Sub does not want to go further. If it becomes too much, I expect you to use a safe word. If you want me to continue, but at a slower pace, then say Yellow. Ok?"

I couldn't speak. I wanted him so badly. His hardness was evident as he sat there. I simply nodded yes.

"You know, if you were my Sub, the proper response would have been 'Yes, Sir.' But... that is for another time."

With that, he rose from the bed and strode to his armoire. I watched him quietly as the muscles in his buttocks and back rippled. I swallowed hard again feeling every inch of me tingle and buzz. My core throbbed as the electricity coursed through my body.

As he turned back toward me, he held a blindfold in one hand and ropes in another. Without a word, with a nod, he motioned for me to go to the floor. Somehow, I knew what he wanted. Of course, I had researched, but this seemed like a natural thing for me to do.

I knelt in front of him as I had seen in countless pictures and videos. He stood there over me, and I felt not powerless, but strong and desirable.

I could sense fire inside him growing, and his raw sensuality exuding throughout the room. The essence of his power was palpable, and my heart raced with excitement.

I admit now that there was a small amount of anxiety. However, when he reached down and cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my face to him, I relaxed. In his eyes, I saw respect, honor, and even adoration. No one had ever looked at me that way. Ever.

He stepped behind me and tied the blindfold – tight. Leaning over to lift me to my feet, he whispered in my ear, "Relax, My Girl. Let me take control."

To my amazement, I answered, "Yes, Sir." My mind raced as quickly as my heart was racing. What the hell did you just say, Chance? I said it! God, Yes, Sir!

Jeff lifted the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over my head, picked me up in his arms and laid me on his bed face up. Each touch of his hand, each movement, each breath on my skin gave me chills.

There was electricity shooting between his hands and my skin. I could not breathe.

"Breathe, Chance. Remember, if you need to use the safe word, you can."