Yesterday it all sounded so perfect. Why then am I shitting my pants today?
It's not like I haven't done any joint scene planning before. Beth and Peter both helped me when I had my first sub, and I've always talked everything through in detail with Charlotte when she let me tie her up. Over the years I've been doing it over and over again with subs I've only played with for a scene or two. Why the anxiety now?
It's not even a rational fear, just a feeling in my gut. As if Bella would laugh at me if I say something stupid. It's ridiculous, really, but it won't go away, as much as I try to get a grip on myself.
I spent the whole day fretting over what to tell her, but by the time I'm home again, I still haven't come up with an idea that I think is worthy of the occasion. It suddenly seems as if we've done everything at least five times already, and try as I might, nothing really new comes to my mind. Bella is of course ecstatic to have me home again, jumping into my arms and kissing my whole face before I'm even through the door. I don't want to disappoint her with being the least inventive guy in the world, but I don't see how she won't frown at how little I have come up with.
We've both already eaten dinner, so it's just a matter of getting some coffee, and we sit down on the couch. More precisely, I sit down on the couch and Bella settles on my thighs, facing me. Of course having her straddle me makes me overtly aware that I didn't find the time today to jerk off in the toilet after spending my lunch break fantasizing about the many ways I could tie her up, always a bad idea, that.
"So, you ready for our talk?"
I'm always ready for you, Bella, and when you look at me like that, something else than 'talking' comes to mind.
I have no idea where I find the self-restraint to keep my hands on the couch, as I really want to touch her, but she looks all cute in her eagerness, and I tell myself I can always fuck her later. Probably have to or else I will explode, and not just in my pants.
"I guess I am. So what do you wanna know?"
Bella nibbles on her bottom lip, and I so want to drag it from between her teeth with my own, but instead take a sip of my coffee. I know this will get a lot worse before it gets better, and I try to keep a tight grip on myself.
'Tight grip' just reminds me of what she did to me yesterday, and my problem grows at least an inch. Great conversation starter, really. Yeah, Bella, so I have been trying to think, but really I just have a boner, and don't you want to take care of that before we start talking of the many ways I want to have you in my playroom, so that I can ask you for a repeat performance in five minutes again?
For some reason my thoughts are not plain on my face, or else Bella is distracted, because she doesn't do any of the things she usually resorts to when she realizes that the monster in my jeans is awake and drooling for her, but instead plucks on some imaginary lint on her sleeve.
"How do you come up with ideas? I know you don't use any cheat sheets or anything like that. Although the notion cracks me up." I try hard to concentrate on the question, but the answer doesn't exactly help my problem.
"The internet, mostly."
"Don't tell me you watch porn online!"
I laugh, mostly at the way she scrunches up her nose.
"You know what's on my hard drive, no need to turn on the modem for that."
Bella considers that for a moment, but once again doesn't acknowledge my
'collection'.
"If it's not porn that you're watching, what are you doing instead?"
"Research."
"Where?"
"The shoot previews of some of the kinky sites."
Her nose does that adorable twitching again.
"And how is that not porn?"
"It's just pictures. And some text."
"How is something like 'and then she gets fucked hard, tied in various positions' with demonstrative pictures not porn?"
I grin up at her when I see her cheeks turn slightly red. "Why, is that a direct quote, love?"
More lip biting, and her shrug doesn't seem too convincing.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
She glares at me for a moment, but then shrugs once more. "So I went through your visited links this afternoon after Beth told me about your
'accident' the other day, and maybe got a little caught up there. So what?!" Her indignation, together with the deepening blush, just makes me laugh.
Awesome, my girl is getting turned on by snooping around the same sites as I do. I don't even mind that she did it, might have been more fun doing it together, though.
"Whether it's porn or not doesn't really matter. It's great inspirational material."
Bella is still pursing her lips, but then she lets it slide.
"Okay. Inspiration has struck, what's next?"
"Then I try to decide on a general theme. Like, what do I want to base the whole scene on? Bondage, toys, role playing, that kind of thing." She nods. "And what have you come up with for our planning?" I try to decide what I should tell her, but I know it's best to keep it simple.
As our conversation goes on, the remaining anxiety falls away and all that's left is excitement that I can share this with her.
"Two scenes. One more action driven, the other all about sensations." Bella visibly perks up. "Oh? Tell me more. Action driven one first. That sounds way dirtier."
I roll my eyes at her, but really want to kiss her for being so receptive.
"I guess it is, although probably not the way you think. If I have my say, which I guess I do have, seeing as I'm your Dom, you won't have too much freedom of movement in either scenario."
She makes a face in response, but the glint in her eyes doesn't go away.
"So what are you going to do with me? Tie me up?"
"I thought about trying something new that we haven't really done before to that extent. You remember that screw-on board for the padded bench that you asked me about when we were packing up the playroom for the move?"
"The one with the weird holes? You never told me what it is, exactly."
"Stocks."
I can see her thoughts running wild behind her eyes, and she cocks her head to the side, considering.
"As in medieval stocks, that thing they put people in on the town square so everyone could throw foul vegetables at them?"
The visual makes me laugh.
"Exactly, only that I won't throw anything at you." I give her a few moments to think about that, meanwhile running my hands up and down her thighs in what I hope is a soothing gesture. A light frown mars her forehead while she contemplates my suggestion, but finally she nods, making my heart skip a beat or two in anticipation.
"Just my hands, or my neck, too? I remember there were three holes in that wood frame."
"You decide how far you want to go, whatever you want is fine with me. We can do just your hands, so you'll be secured, but you can still move your body somewhat freely as long as you don't get off the bench. I won't lie, I'd like to secure your neck, too. Don't worry, the whole thing is padded, and the holes are large enough that you won't even feel it around your neck if you keep your head straight. But that way you're fully restrained and can't even look over your shoulder, so that whatever I do behind your back you won't know until I touch you."
My cock definitely likes the picture of Bella's ass sticking into the air that way. She still looks a little hesitant, so I bring my hands up to cup her face, and stroke her cheeks gently.
"Just think about it for a moment. You're kneeling on the bench, your wrists and neck all secured so you can't move, can't get away. You're vulnerable, helpless, more so than ever before because the rope you can pull off, and the cuffs are not that hard to unbuckle, either, but there's no way you can open the stocks yourself, you're completely at my mercy." I let my hands drift lower so that I'm running my fingers down to her shoulders, idly stroking over her soft skin.
"That also means that your ass is in the air, and I can run my fingers up and down your thighs, or in between. Maybe I'll even tie your ankles to the bench, spread wide to leave you completely open to me. There's really not much you can do now, I can touch you, spank you, fuck you, make you come over and over again – whatever I want to do to you." Her lips are slightly parted by the end of my little explanation, and I can tell that I'm not the only one who's excited about the idea.
"How does that sound to you, my little minx?"
She shrugs, trying to play cool but utterly failing.
"I just don't know if I want you to fuck me while my neck is inside a rigid wooden structure, padded or not."
Oh, she's good, still thinking straight even though she must be more than just a little aroused by now, judging from the way she is grinding herself against my legs.
"It would probably be a good idea to get your neck out of the stocks before I do that. But for fucking your mouth or having you jerk me off with your hand I think I can keep you all locked up."
She bites her lip, and her fingers close around my forearms, making my hands still.
"And would you just fuck my mouth and pussy?"
"Probably not. I think I'd even order you to properly clean yourself beforehand, so I can do whatever I want with your ass." Now she's squirming for real, but she doesn't veto that idea. Bella doesn't really seem opposed to that at all, as I find out when she answers me.
"I think I really like that idea. So what was the other, sensation based scene?"
As she's already so hot and bothered, I figure I can be more daring than I thought at first.
"Remember when I blindfolded you the last time? How that heightened what you felt?"
Her nod is eager, and I hear her breath pick up. "Yes."
"I want to do something like that again, only go a little further. You just have to trust me."
"I always trust you."
I'm not sure she really does, but she trusts me enough, and scenes like the one on my mind will hopefully further that trust.
"Good. Because I want to blindfold you, and then I want to gag you, and then I want to tie you up in a way that you can't really move anymore. I promise you, I won't leave your side, but you'll have no way of knowing what I'm up to. And even though I'll just touch you, kiss you and caress you gently, you won't see it coming, you won't anticipate anything." I can see her unease, and I'm not really surprised by that.
"Do you really have to gag me?"
"That's the plan."
She nods, but not too happily.
"What if I have to use my safe word? How will you know if I panic?" The answer should be obvious, but again I'm relieved that she thinks about her own safety, too.
"First off, if you panic, you squirm differently than when you're aroused, and I will definitely pay close attention to you. Second, we'll use a safe signal that doesn't involve formulating words, something like three quick grunts.
And third, I'll give you one of those toy balls that make these awful noises when you squeeze them. Don't worry, I'll be there to calm you down and release you, should you want that."
My assurance pacifies her, but she's still uneasy.
"That's all you'll be doing, kissing and touching me? Sounds a little tame for your standards."
And just like that, her playful nature is peeking through.
"All I would do for a first attempt. Why, want me to do more?" Bella shrugs, clearly contemplating what to say.
"I think it would be nice if you make me come, too. I mean I love it when you make me come when I'm tied up, now with the focus even more on your touch, it might feel really good if you, you know, eat me out." I grin up at her. "Sounds good to me."
"Okay."
I should probably leave it at that, and be happy that I don't have to convince her of anything, but that would be too easy. I don't know why, but whenever she's this quick to comply, I feel I'm not trying hard enough.
"Do you think you might be up for a little more if we get to that, and you're feeling okay with the restriction and being blindfolded and gagged?"
"Like what?"
She's already biting her lip in anticipation again, and that drives me a wild.
"Clothes pins."
A shudder runs through her at my words, but she doesn't immediately shake her head.
"Go on."
"Don't worry, I won't snap them off you, or anything like that. Just put a few on your nipples and pussy lips, before I lick you. They shouldn't really hurt, but as your nipples grow hard and your labia go all puffy, the sensation will change and heighten. I'll take them off before I make you come, if you want, but either way, you won't regret it."
Bella keeps looking deep into my eyes, and whatever she sees in there makes her nod after a few moments.
"Okay."
Not the most emphatic answer, but the best I'm going to get, until I make her come over and over again while she screams into the gag, of course.
My cock is twitching in anticipation, and I'm starting to think that this conversation is a really bad idea if it means we have to finish it before I can drag her up into the bedroom.
"Trust me, remember?" I try to chase away the frown that's still on her face.
Bella cocks her head again, and then she's suddenly sporting a nasty smile.
"You know that I'll pay you back next week, right?" Yes, please, do your worst, we both know I'll love it. Although right now I'd rather add to the toll by having my wicked ways with her.
Out loud I leave it at a nearly derisive "Whatever," but I can see that she isn't that easily deterred.
"It's just sad that I can't really tie you up. I think I'd really like you all stretched up and at my mercy."
"You can use cuffs, and some leather straps."
My answer confuses her for a moment. "How?"
I have to fight the urge to tease her, but I don't think she'd appreciate that just now.
"You said you want me all stretched up, so I guess you want me standing up? If you really want to keep me restrained, you can cuff my wrists to the pole we have in the corner of the playroom, and use some leather straps to secure the rest of my body, maybe one over my hips, another two over my thighs?"
The idea clearly appeals to her, and not for the first time I wonder if I've created a monster. One I love dearly, but still. The way things started out I'd never have thought her to find the confidence to turn the tables on me so quickly. Shit, that day under the pier I'd been so afraid of losing her for good, and now she's plotting how to go all nasty on me.
"Just how good is that for keeping you restrained? Because I really want you unable to move." Her eyes gaze deeply into mine as she leans closer to me. "How did you put it? I want you completely helpless and vulnerable." While she's talking, her fingers skim over my chest down to my waistband, and I'm yearning for her touch. She stops there and toys with the button of my jeans, all playful now. I try to ease my ass off the couch, but she's still sitting on my legs, so I can't really push myself against her.
"Show me how to use a flogger again next weekend? I'm not sure I remember everything from Beth's lesson."
I nod, my mouth going dry. I really didn't expect her to ask me that, but apparently she's starting to ease up on her claim that she doesn't want to hurt me. Not that she'll do much damage either way, but I realize that she's leaving her comfort zone there.
"How long do you want to continue this conversation? Because if you keep on like this, I'm going to come in my pants."
Bella laughs, a wonderful, throaty sound. I decide that the time for talking is over, and cuddling is so overrated sometimes.
"Why, have you something better on your mind?"
"You, bent over the back of this couch, while I fuck you hard from behind." Her breath hitches at my suggestion, but she's apparently reluctant to give it up that easily, teasing minx that she is.
"I want to look at you. I want to feel you deep inside of me while I draw you closer with my legs. But the 'fuck me hard' part we can keep, no objection against that."
I consider that, but really, who am I to protest? So I reach for her and draw her close to me, rubbing my nose along her neck before I trail kisses up to her mouth. Bella moans, her fingers already in my hair, and a moment later she's tearing at my shirt. I quickly rid her of her top and bra, pausing in my effort to undress her quickly to lightly chew on her nipples. Her breathless laughter goes straight to my cock, and a second later I have her on her back on the couch, yanking her pants off before I drop my jeans and boxers.
I lean over her and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. I step between her spread legs, my cock already unbearably hard, but Bella doesn't look like she'll appreciate me teasing her for long.
While I pull her hips closer to the edge of the couch she grabs my dick, but this time I won't have any of that. Her teeth scrape along my throat and over to my shoulder while her fingers yank hard enough on my hair to hurt, fanning the stubborn resentment on that's suddenly overwhelming me.
Of course I love her, and of course I want to satisfy her needs, and the overtly dominant behavior she's displaying this week is a huge turn on, but I've simply spent too much time in Dom mode today to let her get away with that.
So I grab her around the waist and drag her off the couch and towards the kitchen table. Bella squawks indignantly, confusion plain on her face.
"What the fu-"
I clamp my hand roughly over her mouth to shut her up while I press her torso onto the table, keeping her pinned while I kick her legs apart. She's slow to comply but doesn't struggle. I lean over her and sneer, pitching my voice to a husky growl.
"Don't even think of resisting me, or I'll make you regret it. I'm going to fuck you, use you for my pleasure, and you better keep your hands flat on the table, unless you want a sound spanking beforehand?" Bella mumbles something into my hand, but I don't let go of her, instead take her meek compliance for the affirmation that it is.
