0 comments/ 78676 views/ 5 favorites Careful What You Ask For By: SexyChele The metal cuffs securing my wrists firmly at my lower back are beginning to warm to my skin. My elbows are bound as closely as possible with bindings, causing my back to arch and my breasts to lift provocatively into the air. The soft silk that covers my eyes allows me only to distinguish between light and shadow. My body is bare and floor beneath my feet feels cool. Firm hands take hold of my shoulders, guiding me forward into a brighter light. My feet feel lush carpeting beneath them. As I am directed to stop, I stand perfectly still, my heart beating in my ears, my breathing shallow and fast. I sense there are several people here with me, but I cannot know how many. I hear whispers and the soft sound of feet shuffling on carpet. The hands that guided me to this place caress my body, cup my breasts, and softly brush the side of my face. Returning to my breasts, the hands fondle my nipples, and I feel them harden. Fingers roll the nipples between them, pinching occasionally, eliciting a cry from my lips. Suddenly a sharp stab of pain courses through my body from my nipples, and I feel the chain that is attached to the nipple clamps lightly brush against my body. Casually running the length of my body, the hands outline the roundness of my hips and stop at the inside of my thighs. I catch my breath at the nearness of these hands to my greatest softness. I will the hands to reach up, prod the moist silkiness between my legs, and give me release. Instead, the hands gently, yet firmly, push my thighs apart until my feet are spread far apart. I begin to lose my balance, and feel as though I may fall, but the hands hold on to my hips to steady me. There is movement on the floor between my feet, yet it is difficult to tell exactly what it is. Finally, a voice says, "Kneel." Hands once again reach out to steady me as I slowly sink to my knees. Those same hands reach out and spread my knees further apart, until I feel….something…..on my hot sex. I gasp as I realize that a tongue is slowly exploring my sensitive softness. I do not know whether the tongue that is licking and probing the folds of my sex is a man or woman, and slowly the pleasure of this seeking tongue erases all concern. As I begin to writhe to the motions of the tongue and lips beneath me, a sudden piercing pain on my nipples suddenly startles me. As the chain attached to the nipple clamps is pulled and tugged I cry out in a mixture of both pleasure and pain. The chain is allowed to once more brush against my body, and a voice softly laughs while stroking my hair. My breathing is much faster now, and I can feel my breasts heaving in front of me. The tongue has now entered my sex and I cry out with pleasure. As I throw my head back in ecstasy, a hand holds my head firmly as my mouth is forced open. A cock enters my mouth, filling it with its size. I hear a voice ask, 'Well?" I know now what my task is here, and I begin to move my mouth along the hard shaft in my mouth. As I suck this invader of my mouth, I circle it with my tongue and feel it throbbing in my mouth. Hands, strange hands, hold my head firmly in place as I continue to lick and suck, finding myself wanting to taste the cream that I know will be forthcoming. The cock begins to move in my mouth as the hands tightened their grip. The tongue on my sex starts probing and licking faster, pulling my clitoris into a warm wet mouth as though it is to be fed. My body starts reacting to the sensations of my lower body, even as my mouth continues to suck on the cock that is now pounding into my mouth with increasing frequency. I feel my tender clitoris swell and feel the climax building within me. I tighten the muscles in my legs and ass, as sweet release is given. As waves of pleasure wash over me, I am aware that the cock in my mouth exploded its creamy whiteness deep into my throat. Quickly, I swallow, not wanting a drop to spill. When the cock is spent, it is removed. I begin to breathe deeply, letting my heart resume its normal beating. Suddenly, my head is jerked up and another cock is forced into my mouth. The tongue on my sex renews its probing, unforgiving to the fact that my clitoris is now very sensitive to any touch. The tongue becomes demanding in its search, and though pleasurable, it causes me to writhe and squirm. Hands on my head are forcing me to start moving on the cock in my mouth. This one seems larger, but it is impossible to tell. I start to move my head to the rhythm set for me by the hands. I begin to suck this one as well, knowing that when this cock explodes in my mouth, the tongue below me will once again throw my body into orgasm. Time after time, until I've lost count, I am compelled to service whosoever wishes their cock to be sucked and licked by my waiting mouth. And each time, the merciless tongue beneath me brings me to another agonizingly pleasurable orgasm. My body is reduced to being a quivering, shaking receptacle of pleasure for any man who stands before me. Eventually, the world behind the silk scarf goes black….. When I awaken, I am lying in a huge four-poster bed, in a strange room. For a moment I forget where I am, then snuggle up to the warm, strong body beside me. "I just had the most unbelievable dream," I murmur. "Then you need to be careful what you ask for," he responds. Careful What You Ask For Synopsis Steve and Lorna recall how they found each other through their mutual desire to have sex while tied up and gagged, their mutual love of wearing ballet clothing and ballet shoes, and their mutual fetish for white plimsolls and ankle socks, and how they realised that their desires and fetishes were the keys to deeper understanding of each other, and themselves. Join them on their journey to emotional and erotic fulfilment, beginning with their first encounter as they take the chance to live out their deepest fantasies in a kidnap and bondage sex session, and going on to include, mutual masturbation, oral sex, dressing up as ballerinas and lots of tying up and gagging each other and being naked in ballet shoes or white plimsolls and ankle socks. Their erotic activities take place under the harsh lights of their kidnapper's hideout; the soft lighting of Lorna's flat and in the open air under the bright, warm sun inside the Glade, a mysterious and wonderful woodland paradise walled off from the outside world. As they delight in each other and in sharing all kinds of sexual experiences together, Steve reawakens Lorna's long repressed love of wearing white plimsolls and ankle socks and Lorna transforms Steve into a beautiful ballerina and encourages him to step into and share her wonderful world of ballet. But it is also a story of a man and a woman finding love and emotional fulfilment in each other, with heart sharing, humour, tears, gentle loving touch and ever-growing mutual appreciation and respect, which makes their sexual discovery of one another all the more beautiful. Chapter 1. Careful what you ask for ... Part 1 – Steve's story I hadn't seen Rick since we left school almost twenty years ago, but we instantly recognised each other. I paid for my pint and went over to his table in the corner of the bar. "Long time, no see," I said, "I didn't know you were still around." "I moved back here last year but my business means I travel around a lot," He replied. "What business are you in?" I asked. After a second, he replied, "Making people's dreams come true." "A bit like Jim'll Fix It?" I suggested. "Yes and no," he answered. I was genuinely curious now. "How do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I don't arrange for children to go to Disney Land," he replied with a knowing look. Being a bit slow on the uptake that evening, I asked him, "What sort of things do you arrange?" "What's your favourite sexual fantasy?" His directness threw me for a moment. "That's not your business," I asserted. "On the contrary," he responded with equal assertiveness, "it's precisely my business. Whatever your desire is, I can make it happen for you." He looked directly at me while my brain struggled to process what had just been thrown at it. I decided to throw his attack back at him, "What about you then?" His reply amazed me. "For years I fantasised about being a ballerina. Then I decided to do something about it. I went to ballet classes for adult beginners and I found a teacher who would teach me to dance on my toes. For two years I did special exercises to strengthen all the right muscles. I can't tell you how fantastic I felt when I put on a white tutu, tights and ballet shoes and danced on my toes for the first time. I started up a website for other male ballerinas and now we have regular get-togethers. Here, have a look." He handed me a pocket digital image viewer and I looked in amazement at pictures of him dressed in his ballerina costume, and several short videos of him dancing solo and with other male ballerinas. He was a good dancer and, in his white tutu with little frilly skirt, white tights and white ballerina shoes with ribbons tied neatly round his ankles, his shoulder length hair tied back in a neat ballet bun with a little diamante tiara on top and with perfect make up on, looked very feminine. "What I'm saying," continued Rick, "is that I thought I was the only guy who felt the way I did until I took some positive action and discovered hundreds of other guys doing the same thing. And for every one of them are hundreds more who haven't got the guts to act on their feelings and do what they really want to do. I decided to set up a business to help at least some of them live their dream. Now do you have the guts to take the opportunity I'm giving you now to do what you really want to do?" He continued looking directly at me, waiting for my answer. I was convinced. "OK, what do I need to do?" I asked "First tell me what you really want", he replied. After a deep breath, I began. "OK. I've always had this fantasy about being kidnapped and taken to a hideout where I'm made to strip naked. Then I'm tied up and gagged, then forced to have sex with a girl who's also been kidnapped and is also tied up and gagged. She's tied down on her back on a bed with her legs spread apart and I'm put on top of her while someone gets hold of my prick and sticks it in her cunt, then we're tied together and have to fuck while the kidnappers watch us." I paused for another deep breath. Rick had listened attentively and, it seemed, with genuine respect for my frankness. He encouraged me to continue. "Any other details you want to add?" he asked. "Well, I have a fetish for wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks. So it would be an even bigger turn-on if we were both wearing them." Rick made a few notes in a personal organiser. "I can set it up for you for a few days time if you can afford £500 right now", he said. I was really interested but I wasn't jumping for it straight away. "How do I know you aren't a con merchant?" I asked. Rick remained completely calm at this suggestion, "My business depends on trust. If my clients can't trust me then I have no business. I guarantee to do what I say I'll do and ensure complete discretion." He handed me a sheet of paper, "These are clients who are prepared to give a testimonial if requested. They're all local. You may know some of them." I studied the list of about 30 names, men and women, and indeed recognised several of them. I was convinced. "What do I need to do," I asked. "Sign this contract and give me a cheque for £500. The two important things you need to know now are that none of the money is refundable under any circumstances and you must do everything you are told to do until you sign a receipt stating that the contract has been fulfilled." I signed the contract and handed over the cheque. Then Rick gave me a list of dates. "Pick the earliest date you can meet me outside here at 8pm sharp," he instructed. I ticked the earliest date. "See you then. Don't be late," he said as he left. ********** I was ten minutes early. I had spent the day at a client valuing a collection of rare literary first editions so I was wearing a suit, which I hoped would give a good first impression to whoever would be my partner. Rick appeared on the dot of 8. We crossed the road and walked to a white Transit van parked in the far corner of the car park. As we stood at the back of the van Rick spoke to me. "Before you get in the van you have a final chance to back out and sign the receipt." After a second I replied, "I'm up for it." "In that case I must remind you first that you must do everything you're told until the contract is completed." "I understand," I replied. He dialled a number on his mobile and said one word, "Confirmed!" Then he opened the doors. Two men were sitting in the back, obviously waiting for us. As we got in I could see they were real night club bouncer types, dressed smartly in dark suits and ties with white shirts. "Let me introduce you to Number 1 and Number 2", said Rick, "They will not speak at any time. They are here to ensure your co-operation and I assure you that in the unlikely event of it being necessary, they will only use the minimum force required. Do you understand?" I gulped slightly and replied, "I understand". "Excellent", said Rick, "Now sit on the floor with your legs stretched in front of you." I did as I was told. Number 2 knelt behind me, took hold of my wrists, brought my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together with cord. Then he bound my upper arms to my sides with more cord. At the same time, Number 1 pushed a small rubber ball into my mouth and then stuck a large rectangle of white sticking plaster across my mouth and cheeks. He stuck another length on one side of my face, pushed it hard under my chin and stuck the other end on my opposite cheek, clamping my jaws firmly together. Then he tied my legs together at the ankles and just above the knees. My heart pounded and my body shook with fear and with deep sexual arousal. I felt a huge hard on bulging inside my trousers and was glad to be able to hide it from my captors by lying on my side with my knees drawn up when told to lie down. We started off with Rick driving and the others guarding me. After a while the van stopped. Rick told me to sit up and Number 1 placed a canvas bag over my head while Number 2 unbound my legs. I felt myself led out of the van and into a building. When my hood was removed I was amazed to see a scene right out of a gangster film. ********** We were in a large empty room. In the middle was an old-fashioned wrought iron bedstead with a thin mattress on top. It was surrounded by portable lights on tripod stands. Several chairs and tables were the only other furniture. I noticed something lying in a corner and my heart lurched as I suddenly realised it was a girl. She was tied up and gagged as I had been in the van and lay on her side with her knees drawn up as I had done. She looked about 25-30, slightly below average height and had quite a good figure if a little on the thin side. She had shoulder length straight black hair parted on one side and brushed over. The part of her face not obscured by her gag looked pretty. Her darkly attractive eyes were even more emphasised by the tape gag over her mouth. She was neatly and attractively dressed in a tight black roll neck sweater which nicely showed off her small but enticingly round breasts, a very girlie short plaited skirt in a scarlet tartan pattern fastened with a white leather belt, grey woollen tights over her slender, girlish legs and black patent leather ballerina pumps fastened with a thin strap and buckle which made her small feet look very sexy. She was being guarded by the other member of Rick's gang; an athletically handsome woman who I guessed correctly was Number 3. She was also dressed in a dark suit but with an open-necked blouse. I was sure she would have been more than capable of keeping the girl in her place if needed. "Have no fear for her welfare", Rick said to me, "I can assure you that she, like you, is here at her choice and everything that happens will be between consenting adults. Is that correct?" He looked at the girl. She nodded and made a slight muffled noise in her gag. I could see from her eyes and from her body language that she was nervous and uncertain rather than in fear. "We will begin," said Rick, after I had been made to sit down and my legs were rebound, "Female will be untied and will strip naked, including all jewellery". After being untied, the girl remained seated while she took off her shoes and tights. She stood up and slowly took off her jewellery: a pearl necklace, matching drop earrings, a watch and several rings. Then she carefully pealed off her sweater, revealing a pair of beautifully rounded little breasts snuggled invitingly in a low cut white bra with little red polka dots and a frilly edge around each cup. I was delighted. "Too bad I won't get to feel her tits. Still, can't have everything," I thought, "She may look like a nice girl but I bet she can be really naughty when she wants to be!" She undid her skirt and for a few seconds I enjoyed the sight of her in her matching bra and panties as she tidied her things into a neat pile, which I guessed she did partly out of habit and partly to steady her nerves. She took off her bra and her breasts bobbed as she placed it on the pile. In the harsh light, the pink areolas circling her nipples contrasted with the pale skin around them. They were large in proportion to her breast size, which somehow made her breasts look bigger. Finally she removed her panties. Now she was naked I could easily see she was as much turned on as I was. Her nipples stuck out stiff and swollen from her pert, pouting breasts which rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her cunt was open and deliciously pink inside and already glistening with her pussy juices. Her mound was covered in a thick coat of short black hair. Rick spoke again. "Female is to put on footwear provided." Number 3 handed her a pair of brand new white plimsolls matched to her shoe size from a collection on the floor and a pair of new white ankle socks. She looked at them in surprise and then shot me a questioning look over her gag. I could only shrug my shoulders in lieu of an explanation. Then, to her everlasting credit, she fully entered into the scenario. She sat down sideways on to me so I could enjoy the line of her body from her head to her feet and of her slender arms down to her hands, which trembled slightly as she put on the ankle socks and plimsolls. Neat and tidy in all things, she carefully folded down the top of each sock and smoothed it sexily around each slender shapely ankle and made sure each plimsoll lace was tightened properly and finished with a symmetrical double bow. She moved each foot in turn so I could see every movement clearly. Then she stood up and, shifting her weight onto one foot and then the other, extended her legs, pointed her toes and turned her feet one way then the other so I could have a good look. Her neat and pretty little feet looked gorgeous in her little white plimsolls. I have always longed to stroke a girl's feet through crisp, smooth, white plimsolls and feel her ankles through the soft cotton of her ankle socks. I longed for just one touch of the girl's feet. But I would have to keep on dreaming on for that. She even did a little curtsey to complete her splendid performance. Suddenly she remembered where she was and, struck again with embarrassment, assumed the classic pose of a woman trying to preserve her modesty: hand and forearm over her breasts, other hand covering her private, knees together, toes turned in. "She sure has guts," I thought admiringly of her. Rick continued. "Female is to be retied and secured to bed in appropriate position." Number 1 tied her hands behind her back, fastened her upper arms to her sides with more cord that went round her body just under her breasts and then pushed her towards the bed. Number 2 lifted me into a chair so I could see what was happening and guarded me while the others saw to the girl. She was made to lie down on her back with her legs spread apart. A length of cord was tied to the right upper bedpost, threaded between her back and upper arms and wrapped around her body, then tied to the opposite post. She was now unable to move her upper body. Meanwhile, another cord was tied from one side of the bed to the other side across her waist several times. Her ankles were tied to the bottom posts by short lengths of cord. And she wasn't finished with yet. Rick's next order was for her to be shaved. It was my turn to look quizzically at her as that part of her face not covered by her gag flushed pink for a moment. Number 3 put on a pair of white surgical gloves, then produced a safety razor, a pot of shaving foam and a brush and expertly removed the girl's bush with deft, confident strokes. The effect on the girl was marvellous to watch. Her breasts heaved up and down like waves in a storm. She made mewing noises in her gag that made her sound like a contended kitten. Pussy juices continuously leaked from her glistening cunt. She flexed her feet and pointed her toes so that in the bright light her plimsolls looked more like ballet shoes. I was fantastically turned on by now and felt like I had a large cucumber sticking up from between my legs. Number 3 finished drying the girl's crotch and lifted the towel to reveal a perfectly smooth pubic region, to which she then applied some baby oil. The girl gave a final kitten mew and relaxed. Now it was my turn. ********** "Male is to be untied and will strip naked, including all jewellery." Rick's words made my heart pound. I thought nothing of stripping off in front of the lads in the changing room every Saturday but this was way, way different. Leaning forward on the chair while I was untied I wished that the ground would swallow me up. After taking off my watch, shoes and socks I stood up feeling very self conscious. I couldn't hope to match the girl's bravura performance so I just played it straight as I took off my outer clothing. However, I made sure she got a good view as I straightened up after removing my briefs. I had never seen my prick look as stiff and swollen as it did now. The sight of it standing up ramrod straight, the head bulbous and already glistening with pre-cum somehow gave me courage, and when the girl saw what was coming to her she let out a long low moan through her gag, which encouraged me even more. "Male will put on footwear provided," Rick continued. I had really been looking forward to this bit. As I sat on the floor, naked and still gagged, my whole body trembling with sexual excitement and nervy anticipation, I could hardly keep my hands steady enough to pull on the new white ankle socks. Then as I felt the gorgeous feeling of pushing my feet into brand new white plimsolls, always a fantastic turn-on for me, I almost passed out as my heart pounded within my chest. Rick went on. "Male will be retied and can choose to be shaved." "Fantastic!", I thought. I'd often wondered how it would feel to be shaved 'Down South'. I nodded and grunted my acceptance. My wrists were retied behind my back and my arms fixed to my sides with cord again. The cord they used was a special woven type that spread itself on the surface of my skin instead of biting into it as it was tightened. So although I was securely bound I was in no discomfort. I was made to lie on my back and my legs were spread apart. I began to regret my decision when Number 3, after putting on a new pair of gloves, produced a cut throat razor. But I needn't have worried because with amazing skill she removed every last pubic hair I had. It felt fantastic. Electric shocks shot through my body every time her latex covered fingers took hold of my prick to keep it way from the blade and I moaned into my gag in deepest pleasure. I moaned again as she rubbed baby oil onto areas of skin that had felt nothing like it since I'd been in nappies. The girl, her own experience very fresh in her mind, resumed her kitten mewing through her gag in the solidarity of shared sensations. "Male will be fitted with condom", Rick continued. Again I winced with pleasure as Number 3, with deft assurance, took hold of my now hypersensitively swollen prick, wiped my throbbing head clean of pre-cum and rolled a ribbed condom the full length of my shaft. Then she took a length of thin surgical tape and expertly wrapped it round the base of my shaft and the neck of the condom circling it and then tied the ends around the neck of my ball sack, so the condom was fixed in place and couldn't slip off. I moaned continually through my gag and the girl, who could see everything from her prone position tied down on the bed, mewed along with me. Then I was made to lie back and my ankles and upper legs were rebound. Now I was ready. I had a few seconds to review my situation. I was naked in white plimsolls and ankle socks, with my pubic hair all shaved off. I was tied up and gagged, with my prick tied up inside a condom. And waiting for me was really fit girl, also naked in white plimsolls and ankle socks, also tied up and gagged, with a shaved pussy, tied down on a bed with her legs apart and her cunt wide open, dripping and hungering for my fat, swollen prick to fill it up, literally gagging for me to fuck her arse off. Careful What You Ask For ********** "Male is to be coupled to female and secured. Male and female are to remain still until told otherwise." This was it. Number 1 and Number 2 brought me to my feet, then, with no visible effort, lifted me horizontally, face down, then carried me to the bed and held me over the girl. Until now her breasts had been heaving with her heavy breathing but now she took a deep breath and kept completely still. She looked at me with wide eyes over her gag. Now I could see she had really beautiful dark brown eyes, with lovely long lashes and carefully groomed eyebrows. I felt a wave of admiration for her. How many other girls would put themselves through something like this in the hope of getting a fantastic fuck? If I was ever going to give a girl the fuck of her life, this was going to be it, I decided. As Number 1 and Number 2 were placing me on top of the girl I winced again with pleasure as Number 3, who always seemed to get the best jobs, took hold of my prick, placed my swollen head against the swollen lips of the girl's open cunt, which made the girl tremble with anticipation, and pushed my fat pulsating prick right into her pussy. I gave a deep moan through my gag with the pleasure of first entering her and the girl made a new sound through her gag. She was no longer a contented kitten but a supremely aroused she-cat. She had a fantastic box. Tight, smooth and responsive, it seemed to mould itself to my massive swollen member as I filled her up. Her stiff, swollen nipples buried into me as her tits cushioned against my chest. I could feel her heart pounding and her abdomen rose and fell in contact with mine as our breathing instinctively synchronised. Her skin was beautifully smooth and warm and her smell was a gorgeously arousing mixture of perfume, scented soap, hairspray and sex hormones. A couple of ropes had been left loose under the girl when she was tied down on the bed. They were now used to tie me down onto her, one round our waists and the other threaded between our upper arms and ribcages to go across our shoulder blades. A vertical wooden board was clamped across the bed just behind my feet. I realised it was there for me to push against as I humped her. Our difference in height worked out so that we could look directly into each other's faces. So I was surprised by Rick's next instruction. "Female is to be blindfolded." The look she gave me over her gag seemed to be asking me not to take it personally. My eyes smiled at her and I made an understanding "Umph!" through my gag. "I guess there's no law against girls having kinky sex fantasies too!", I thought. Number 3 covered each of the girl's eye sockets with a thick, circular make-up pad, which she fixed in place with another large rectangle of white sticking plaster that covered her eyes and most of her forehead, temples and upper part of her nose. Now most of her face was obscured by her blindfold and her gag. At last, everything was ready. ********** "Male and female will commence. There is no time limit for completion," Rick instructed. "Nice to know," I thought. The girl had lain quiet and passive until now, but now she seemed to go into panic mode, maybe because of a sudden release of built up tension or perhaps because of shock at suddenly being unable to see. She made desperate "Mmmph! Mmmph!" sounds into her gag. She thrust her stomach into mine and her pussy clenched on my prick so hard it hurt. I made what I hoped were soothing "Hmmm, Hmmm" sounds to her through my gag and hoped she would calm down. It worked, and after a couple of deep breaths she was calm again. She mewed apologetically through her gag and I gave her another reassuring "Mmph." Then I made an enquiring "Umph?" to her to make sure she was ready and she gave me a little "Mmm, Mmm!" through her gag in affirmation. Pushing against the wooden board with the rubber soles of my plimsolled feet, I began searching for the right rhythm and intensity for my thrusting, taking careful note of her reaction each time. My prick seemed to be searching into every area of her pussy for her G-spot. Her she-cat purr became more intense and then I found a rhythm that really did it for her. Her Mmmphing became louder and came more from within her throat than through her gag. Then she realised she was coming too soon and she made an urgent "MMM! MMM!" I settled back into a gentler rhythm which we enjoyed together for a while, combining my pig in clover grunting with her contended cat purr. In an ordinary situation we could have continued like that for a good while. There was real sexual chemistry and a literally unspoken understanding between us. But I knew she wouldn't be comfortable under my unsupported weight for much longer. I checked with an enquiring "Mmmph?" if she was ready and through her gag came an affirmative "Mmm-Mmm!" I went back to the rhythm that worked for her and her contented cat purring changed to growling lioness as I hit her G-spot again and again. I felt the tension in her body increase as, breathing progressively faster and harder, she approached her orgasm, then seemed to completely freeze for a second before she exploded spectacularly. She made three loud, muffled, throaty screams into her gag, followed by several long, low moans. I stopped thrusting for a moment to let her enjoy the feeling and was rewarded with the most fantastic feeling of my own as she clenched and massaged my prick and soaked it with her pussy juices in her ecstasy. Then, with firm pushes on the board with my plimsolled feet I thrust into her as deeply and as hard and as rapidly as I could. I grunted into my gag with each thrust and she hooted encouragingly into hers – baritone and soprano in harmony. As I felt myself on the point of coming, all my senses went into hyperdrive and my brain was flooded with sense impressions. I felt the snug tightness of my plimsolls around my feet, the soft cotton caress of my ankle socks around my ankles, the firm grip of the ropes binding my ankles, legs, wrists, waist, arms and shoulders, the tight grip of the binding around my shaft and scrotum, which held back the pressure developing inside me and delayed my ejaculation until I could hardly bear the wait any longer, the feel of every rib of the condom circling my hot, tingling, throbbing, swollen prick sheathed in smooth latex and in the warm wet pulsating grip of her vagina, the hot sweaty contact of our stomachs rising and falling together, the soft sweaty cushioning of her breasts contrasting with the sharp bullet-hardness of her nipples, and the slightly sticky grip of my gag on my lips and face. I could feel my shaved groin gliding over her perfectly smoothed mound, the movement lubricated by the film of baby oil warmed by our body heat. I smelled the uniquely turning-on smell of the clean new canvas and rubber of our plimsolls. Most of all I was engulfed by her gorgeous smell; that wonderful mix of fragrant femininity and female passion, which I so wanted to keep in my memory. Then I came with several great throaty muffled cries into my gag. My prick tingled, pulsated and throbbed all together and my balls ached as I pumped several great jets of cum, followed by a deliciously long leak, into my condom. I moaned and rested my head next to hers. Aware of the movement, she moved her head slightly to touch against mine. We lay like that for a few minutes as we came down from our climax. She went back to her contended kitten mewing while I hummed in harmony with her. ********** Number 3 carefully and gently peeled off the girl's blindfold and revealed her dark eyes, shining with pleasure. We were untied from each other and I was laid on my back next to her. Our eyes beamed to each other with mutual pleasure and gratitude and the fellow feeling of shared experience. We relaxed our sweaty bound bodies and watched them come down from their excited state. My prick subsided from firm through flaccid to normal. The cum-filled end of my condom, evacuated by my retreating prick, lay in a squiggle on my abdomen. Her breasts now rose and fell gently as she breathed easily. Her nipples melted from bullet-pointed hardness back to gentle, rounded little hemispheres and her flushed swollen pussy lips thinned and faded to a gentler pink as her cunt closed up. A wave of tenderness for her washed right through me. I brought my face closer to hers, she responded in kind, and we kissed through our gags. It was only for a second and I only had the faintest impression of her lips on mine through the layers of sticking plaster separating them, but it was a kiss I would always remember. Number 3 then lifted her and carried her in a fireman's hoist into a side room. My last sight of her was of her draped like a rare and precious carpet over Number 3's shoulder. In the harsh light the white flash of her gag across her still slightly-flushed face, framed by her dark hair hanging down, counterbalanced the gleaming white of her plimsolls and ankle socks as her feet pointed downwards like a ballerina on her toes, while her pale naked body, beaded with sweat and suddenly looking vulnerable in her bondage, joined them together in a graceful curve. Suddenly I thought how fabulous she would look in a tutu or a leotard, with tights - maybe fishnets, and how lovely her little feet would look in ballet shoes with ribbons tied neatly (of course!) around her incredibly sexy ankles. "How I'd love to photograph her like that," I thought. My ankles and legs were untied and Number 1 led me to another side room. He finished untying me and left me alone. I got a few pins and needles but was otherwise OK. It was good to move freely again. A notice on a table on which my clothes had been laid said "Prepare to leave. Knock on door when ready." I gingerly peeled off my gag and removed the rubber ball from my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth a few times. It felt so good. I released my genitals from their bondage and took off my plimsolls and ankle socks and had a good long wash at a sink using the flannel, soap and towel provided. I drank from a bottle of mineral water left there for me. It was good to wash away the taste of rubber from my mouth. I got dressed and then noticed a bag on the table. Inside were a coil of the rope used to tie me up and a roll of the plaster used for my gag, along with several of the rubber balls. A note on the bag said, "For your future pleasure. Footwear yours also." I smiled and placed the still gleaming white plimsolls and the socks with now somewhat less than clean soles into the bag to add to my collection. I knocked on the door. Number 1 returned and handed me a hood and a note which said, "Put on hood. Can remove on hearing 3 knocks." I put on the hood and felt myself led from the building and into the back of a van. It started off and when I heard 3 knocks removed the hood. As I sat alone on the return journey, with my bag on my knees, I felt grateful to Rick for showing me what can happen when you go for what you most want. I decided to phone him the next day and join his ballet class. I've always loved pictures of girls in leotards and tights putting on ballet shoes and tying the ribbons around their ankles and I'd always wanted to do it myself. Rick could get on with the dancing and I'd just sit on the floor being gently turned on by the feel of figure hugging Lycra leotard and tights on my body and the sight of my feet in ballet shoes with the ribbons tied tightly round my ankles. I wasn't going to deny my dreams any more. Tonight, not only had I fulfilled one of my deepest fantasies, I had experienced something far better: true intimacy with a fantastic girl. I wondered how I could see her again. Even if she was local I may not have recognised her. She had been gagged all the time I had seen her and without her mouth my mental picture of her was incomplete. But then I was sure I would recognise her lovely dark eyes. Then I got a text message, "Female desires contact with Male if agreed." My fumbling fingers couldn't type and send "Agreed" fast enough. Another text: "Lorna," followed by her mobile number. Then the van stopped and Number 1 let me out and handed me a sheet of paper and a pen. I signed the receipt and handed pen and paper back to him. He didn't speak or smile but he winked slightly at me as he handed me my copy of the receipt, got back in the van and drove away. The contract was fulfilled. I was outside the pub again, two hours had gone by. Feeling elated I decided on a celebratory pint. "You look like you've just pulled," the barman laughed. "You could say that," I smiled. "Lucky bastard! How did you manage that?" he asked. "You'd never believe me if I told you," I smiled as I carried my pint to a table. I sat down and dialled her number. "Lorna?...Hi, it's Steve. It's lovely to hear your voice at last....How are you feeling?....Me too!....Lorna, do you like ballet?" Part 2 – Lorna's story Whenever I broke up with a guy, I would always feel for a few days afterwards that strange mixture of relief and regret. Justin and I had been too alike, which had made the sex fantastic but the rows too blazing to be bearable any more. Our last night together was still recent enough to make me wince whenever I thought of it. We had screamed at each other for what seemed like hours, but was in fact seven minutes of super-condensed frustration and outraged betrayal of the hopes we'd invested in each other. His parting word to me before he slammed the door and left my flat and my life forever still resonated inside me. "You don't have to win every fucking time, all the fucking time!" At first my mind had counterattacked: What did that jerk think I was? I'm a corporate lawyer on seventy grand advising blue chip clients. He knew I'm competitive and like getting my own way. Was I supposed to curl up on the rug at his feet whenever he looked at me? Then I realised that I'd no idea what he'd wanted from me or what his hopes for us had been. I'd never bothered to find out. I'd carried him with me for three months and now he'd had enough and gone, leaving me with nothing, because I'd invested nothing in him. I'd been brought up to be a winner, but if this was winning, it sucked. I had absorbed myself in my twin passions of work and ballet, agreeing to take part in the local amateur company's next production and adding twice-weekly rehearsals to my already heavy schedule. But tonight I'd gone to the gym. I'd looked around at the others pushing themselves to their limits and beyond and my competitive instincts had kicked in and for a little while all seemed normal. But after a few minutes I'd given up. 'Sod this,' I'd thought, I need to think. Now I was in my usual wine bar, no closer to an answer. Then Julia saw me and came over to my table. "How was gym tonight?" I asked her as she sat down. I'd known her since she'd started coming to the gym several months ago and often met her for a drink and a good natter afterwards. She was tall, blonde and athletic with an hourglass figure and legs to die for. I'm more of a gamine type and I always felt like an inadequate stick insect next to her. "It was OK, but are you OK Lorna? I saw you leave early," she asked. I told her about Justin and about what he'd said. "And was he right?" she asked. I thought a moment before replying. "Yes, I suppose in a way he was. It's not that I'm incapable of giving and sharing, it's just that the instinct has become so buried inside me that I feel I need something to happen, something quite incredibly profound, for me to let it out again." "What does that something look like to you right now?" Julia asked. "You'll be shocked when I tell you," I warned her. "Try me," she smiled. I took a deep breath and began. "I often have fantasies about being in a state of complete helplessness. When we were children my brothers would tie me up and gag me and then make me run off into the woods by our house so they could hunt me down. We called it 'Fugitive'. I still get these deep desires to be tied up and gagged, naked on a bed and then have to give the man whose going to fuck me what he wants and trust he'll treat me right and release me afterwards. But I've always suppressed them because I could never reconcile them with my drive to always be competing and coming out on top, so to speak." We laughed and then she spoke. "You seem less resistant to the idea now. Would you actually do it now if you had the opportunity?" "Why not?" I replied, "I feel now I'd have nothing to lose by trying and it might even be fun with the right guy." Julia looked straight at me. "If you want it, I can arrange it for you." "What are you talking about?" I was shocked. Julia remained calm. "My partner and I run a business that enables people to live out their deepest fantasies and desires. I'm not talking about perverts, but ordinary people like you and me, living ordinary lives but having amazing imaginations. My partner Rick fantasised for years about wanting to be a ballerina before he decided to have lessons. Now he can dance on his toes and he looks so gorgeous and feminine in his white swan costume. He set up the business after his experience of meeting lots of other men, and women, who wanted to live their fantasies too. For years before I met him I'd dreamed of skydiving naked. He arranged it for me. The second time, we jumped together with him strapped to my back and we fucked at five thousand feet. It was fantastic. I joined him in the business after that. Remind me to show you the photos some time." "How do I know you're not making this up?" I asked her; hardly able to believe I was hearing this. She gave me a list. "These are women clients who will recommend our services if you ask them. Several of them work in your firm." I was amazed to see the name of our senior litigation partner on the list. "OK, now you've convinced me, I'm prepared to put my money where my mouth is. How much and what must I do?" I asked. "It's £500, non-refundable and payable now. You sign a contract now and then you do everything you're told, no questions asked, until you sign a receipt to say the contract is concluded. Do you still want to go ahead?" I gave her a cheque and signed the contract. Julia gave me a date and, after ensuring that it didn't coincide with my next period, I agreed. "Is there anything else we can do to make your experience enjoyable," she asked. I gave her an embarrassed smile and admitted my secret to her. "I shave my pussy every month. I call it my Nice Time of the Month. It would be really kinky if someone shaved me while I was tied up on the bed. Then I want to be blindfolded and have my ears blocked up so I'm completely helpless. On second thoughts I'll need to hear to get some stimulation. If I can't see him at least I can get off on the noises he makes. Oh, and make sure he wears a condom." Julia wrote in a notebook. "I'll meet you outside the gym at 8. Make sure you're on time," she instructed as she left. What have I let myself in for, I wondered. ********** That morning, I thought carefully about what to wear, feeling I needed to make a good first impression on my partner to be. I settled on an outfit that I hoped would smart and sexy at the same time: tight black sweater to make the most of my meagre frontage, a little red tartan mini skirt with a belt to emphasise my very slim waist and legs, grey tights as a change from boring black and also to give a better contrast to my favourite black patent leather ballerina pumps. To make things interesting at the undressing stage I had chosen a matching bra and pants in white with little red polka dots. The bra lifted and pushed my small breasts together and made quite a reasonable cleavage by my standards and was revealing enough to make a decent display of my somewhat limited assets. Then I headed for the office, where time went slowly and it was hard to concentrate on my research for a legal opinion on a proposed corporate restructuring by one of our major clients. Careful What You Ask For When I met Julia at last she had a transit van parked in a side road near the gym. As we stood at the back she asked me a final time if I wanted to back out. I was nervous but determined to see it through. We waited for a couple of moments before her mobile rang. She said one word, "Confirmed!", then told me what to do. "Get in the van and lie on the floor with your arms straight next to your sides." I stretched out on the blanket. Julia knelt beside me. "Open your mouth" she ordered. I did, and she pushed a small rubber ball into my mouth. "Now close," she said, "and lift up your head." I obeyed, and she smoothed a strip of sticking plaster over my mouth and then pressed another strip under my chin and smoothed the ends over my cheeks. I was so firmly gagged I couldn't move my lips or my jaw at all. "Don't try to talk or make any sound," Julia ordered me, "Now place your hands on your back." As I realised that Julia was about to tie me up I felt a sudden rush of mingled fear and deep sexual excitement as my bondage desires, deeply suppressed since those childhood games of Fugitive, wildly celebrated their release as I was forced into rope-bound captivity. My pulse raced as my breath surged through my nostrils and I suddenly felt warm and damp between my legs. She bound my wrists together then made me lift my body slightly so she could tie my arms to my sides and then she tied my ankles and my upper legs just above my knees. Then I was alone, completely helpless in the back while she drove off. The van stopped and Julia appeared at my side. She blindfolded me with a scarf, which made me even wetter with excitement, slid me out of the van and carried me with ease in a fireman's hoist into a building. I was amazed at how strong she was. I was placed on the floor and when she removed my blindfold I saw I was in a large empty room like a workshop, the kind of place you see in crime films or TV series. In the middle of the room was a bed surrounded by lights on stands, which I assumed was where the action would take place. Julia sat on a chair close to me and I drew my knees up to my breasts from an instinctive need to hide my damp crotch. I was nervous of what would happen next. After a few minutes, four men entered through a door in the opposite wall. For a split-second of stabbing fear I thought they were all going to do me. Then I realised that the one dressed differently from the others in a charcoal grey suit – the others wore black – was tied up and gagged like me. And then I realised that he had been brought here to fulfil my fantasy, and I was here to fulfil his! ********** As he first caught sight of me he looked genuinely worried about me, which I thought was nice. Then the leader of the other men, who I guessed was Rick, told me to indicate to the man that I was here from my own choice. I nodded and made a little 'Mmm' in my gag for emphasis. The man seemed reassured. At least he's good looking and takes care of himself, I thought, noticing that in spite of being tied up he looked smart, clean and well groomed. I hoped he didn't turn out to be a pervert after all. I was glad I was wearing smart office clothes and hoped that he thought I looked OK. At the same time I wished I had bigger breasts and a more womanly figure and really shapely legs, basically that I looked like Julia and not still like the gangly schoolgirl I was at 15, which may look fine in my gym kit or my ballet costume but seemed lacking in this situation. It's strange what comes into your mind at stressful moments. Rick's voice ordering me to strip naked jolted me from my reverie. Julia untied me but left me gagged while the man was made to sit in a chair to watch me, which he didn't seem to mind too much. I was beginning to feel very self-conscious of my pale, girlish body and very aware of the signs it was showing of my sexually heightened state. 'He'll think I'm a total slut,' I thought, as I began undressing, finding it hard to stop myself shaking sufficiently to use my fingers. I breathed deeply and thought, 'Here goes,' as I pulled off my sweater to reveal I was only wearing a bra underneath. The guy looked at me with great interest, which encouraged me. 'Maybe I'm his type after all,' I thought. Emboldened, I undid my skirt and, while I was on a role, unhooked my bra and gave him a good eyeful. My breasts are small but nicely rounded and I hoped he was enjoying my display. His eyes smiled at me over his gag and it felt nice to be actively seeking his approval. Until now I would never have considered the idea that making the effort to discover what it was about me that caused a man to find pleasure in me could be pleasurable in itself. Before tonight I'd never knowingly stripped off with more than one pair of eyes observing, so I forced myself to concentrate on the guy and ignore the others. I have a close to compulsive need for order and tidiness so I steadied my nerves by carefully folding and piling my clothes as I removed them. I let him have a another good look at my breasts as I placed my bra on top of the pile and his eyes really seemed to brighten, which really encouraged me. 'So what if my pants have a big damp patch, just wait until he sees the state I'm in underneath,' I thought, as I took them off. 'Anyway, he'll relax more if he can see I'm enjoying myself too.' And, in spite of my nervousness, I was enjoying myself with the challenge of overcoming my nerves by channelling my growing desire to fulfil my fantasy with this man. Then I noticed that there was a row of different sized pairs of white shoes along one wall and one of the gang was comparing my shoes with them. I was even more puzzled when he handed a pair of them to me and Rick told me to put them on. When I looked closely I realised that they were white plimsolls, with a pair of white ankle socks tucked inside one of them. 'I haven't worn these since school gym lessons, what's this all about?' I thought. Then I realised that this must be part of the guy's fantasy. 'He is a pervert after all,' I thought, shooting him an accusing glance over my gag. But I couldn't help smiling inwardly at his slightly sheepish shrug and the appeal in his eyes. Besides, I'd always used to think my feet looked cute in plimsolls, it would be fun to wear them again and putting them on would also help to combat my nerves. I smiled at him with my eyes and he seemed reassured. Reckoning that it would be a big turn on for the guy, I sat so he could see my feet clearly from side on and everything I was doing with them. My slightly fumbling fingers pulled on the first white ankle sock. I looked at my foot in it. It does look cute, I thought. Then with slightly shaky hands holding the matching white plimsoll I pushed my soft cotton-covered foot into it. It felt nice. Then for a few seconds I could absorb myself in tightening and tying the laces in a neat symmetrical bow. I repeated the process with my other foot. I stood up. I was getting into my performance now. The guy had looked at me with real pleasure in his eyes all the time and I was enjoying being the object and the reason for his pleasure: Me, with my pale, skinny adolescent schoolgirl body and beanpole legs, standing before him, naked and gagged and wearing schoolgirl white plimsolls and ankle socks; me, and my inadequate flesh and blood, giving life at last to his wet dream. I wondered how he was imagining me now, maybe in a tennis dress and no knickers like in the poster, or in a gymslip and my hair in pigtails – or maybe he would be wearing them. Emboldened and almost intoxicated by the sexual thoughts and erotic images flooding my brain I began to dance for him, skipping from foot to foot and pointing and turning my plimsolled feet as if I was wearing my white ballet shoes. I swayed and turned with outstretched arms so he could see my breasts and my open, excited pussy in all their glory. I could see his eyes shining with delight over his gag and the thought of his swollen dick bulging inside his trousers drove me on in my titillating improvisation. But then I glanced behind him and caught sight of his guards watching me. Their expressionless faces and eyes stopped me dead and then self-consciousness returned with its sharp stab. I was suddenly and painfully aware of my little pixie girl face and my schoolgirl scrap of a body with my tiny tits and hips like a boy's and my matchstick arms and legs with wrists and ankles a child could get her thumb and finger around. I was overcome with the need to cover myself and make myself as small as possible. I hunched and cowered before them while I covered up my pubescent tits and my pathetic little fanny as best as I could. ********** I was rescued from my crushing state of sudden self-loathing by the compassionate look in the man's eyes as he shook his head slightly, as if trying to tell me not to think of myself like that. I was also saved by Rick's decision that it was time for me to be tied up again and tied down on the bed. It seems totally warped looking back on it now, but at that moment, the feel of the ropes being tightened and tied around my wrists and upper body felt somehow familiarly comforting, while the prospect of being tied down on the bed gave me a new situation to concentrate on and respond to. Once I had been made to lie down on the bed I absorbed myself in the intricacies of being tied down on it. Two twists of rope went around my upper body just under my armpits, the ends passing beneath my shoulders before being tied to the head posts, thus fixing my upper body in place. Then another rope crossed over my waist several times across the bed, pinning down my lower body. My ankles were tied to the foot posts with short lengths of rope, so that I was now stretched out and unable to move. Then for a split second my competitive instinct tried to rebel against my state of total naked helplessness and I had to suppress the urge to struggle against my bonds and scream out through my gag 'NO! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE! LET ME GO!' I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I had chosen to be rendered completely powerless and helpless and to entrust myself to others that they would only do with me what had been agreed beforehand, to learn an extreme lesson in trusting others and being worthy of trust in return. As I held onto that thought and relaxed myself, I became aware that the close grip of the ropes bound around my body now felt strangely comforting, like a tight, squeezing hug, the sort I'd grown up longing for from my parents but had never had from either. Anyway, I knew the next part of the tableau was something I was going to enjoy very much. But when Rick announced I was going to be shaved, I couldn't for some reason help feeling embarrassed in my turn when the guy looked at me quizzically. My burning cheeks were hidden under my gag, but my flushed forehead gave me away. His eyes smiled as he shook his head and my eyes smiled back ruefully. I had started shaving Down South about a year ago out of curiosity to see if I felt more comfortable in my ballet tights. I enjoyed the feeling of shaving my bush off so much that I let it grow back so I could enjoy the experience again. As time went on I could shave more frequently until I got it down to four-week intervals, hence my Nice Time of the Month. Shaving myself was a pleasure, but now the feeling I was getting as Julia shaved me was just gorgeous. I'm very ticklish and as Julia applied shaving cream with a brush all around my pussy I giggled with delight into my gag. Then as I felt the wonderful feeling of my hair being expertly removed by the smooth strokes of a safety razor I began to moan with pleasure through my gag. I felt a twinge of embarrassment when I started but then thought, 'What's the point? I'm really going to enjoy this.' And I did, moaning even louder into my gag, swaying my head from side to side and pointing my plimsolled feet as if I was on the points of my ballet shoes in a passionate pas-de-deux with my partner. My breasts rose and fell as if carried on a mighty ocean swell. All the while I was aware of getting warmer and wetter between my legs. As Julia gently applied baby oil, I purred with deep pleasure with the delicious feelings coming from my newly shaved areas. My preparations completed, I could now watch supinely as the man was made ready. He looked very self-conscious as he began to undress. Knowing how that felt, I nodded and made encouraging noises to him through my gag, which seemed to help him. I looked on approvingly as he draped his clothes carefully over the chair he'd been sitting on before being untied and as his nakedness emerged I approved even more. He had a trim, attractively proportioned and smoothly-featured body, with little hair other than around his groin and his armpits. He hadn't done anything to match my little dance for him. But he made up for it by facing me as he removed his pants and pulling them down in a way that made his dick spring up as it was freed from their grasp. He was really nicely hung and his dick stuck up from between his shapely thighs like a conger eel emerging from its rocky lair. I was so given over to the situation now that I had no inhibition about groaning into my gag with delight at the sight of it, the anticipation of taking it into me and the sheer frustration at not being able to grasp it and plunge it in my mouth there and then. That encouraged him too and the smile he gave me with his eyes over his gag made me shiver. He sat down facing me as he put on a pair of plimsolls and ankle socks and I saw the smooth, bulbous head of his dick start to glisten with his pre-cum. 'He's a real foot fetishist alright,' I thought, 'Still, feet are great fun and there are much worse things to be into.' I waved my plimsolled feet at him and that pleased him too. It suddenly struck me how building him up in his pleasure was increasing my anticipation of my own pleasure to come. 'He'll be red hot for me when the time comes,' I thought, making my pulse race even more. As he was being tied up again, Rick told him he could choose to be shaved as well. I hadn't thought of the possibility and I was pleased at Rick's inspiration. I was delighted when he grunted in agreement. His guards laid him on the floor while Julia got to work on him and I gasped inwardly when she produced a cut throat razor, before admiring her skill as she shaved him in the most intimate places imaginable. He groaned in pleasure and made a sharp 'UHHMM!' sound whenever she took hold of his dick to move it away from the razor and again when she rubbed him with baby oil. She wore latex gloves which probably increased the erotic element even more for him. I was pleased he seemed happy with having to wear a condom. He groaned some more as Julia rolled it onto his shaft and then fixed it on him with surgical tape wrapped in a figure of eight around the base of his shaft and the top of his scrotum. Then his ankles and legs were retied and he was ready for me. ********** Like a satellite docking with a space station, the guy was lifted up and brought over me. He exuded a deeply arousing mixture of after shave, sporty shower gel, sweat and high-level testosterone. His huge, swollen dick now imprisoned within his condom hung horizontally in parallel with his bound body. He looked at me over his gag with a mixture of desire and of invitation too. 'Let's make this fantastic for both of us,' he seemed to be saying to me. My eyes shone back in response to him as my whole body tensed in anticipation of his first contact and of his entrance. He went 'UHHMM!' again as Julia, again provoking envy within me, took hold of his dick and I shuddered with excitement as I felt the first touch of his head against my wet and wide open pussy. Then we both gasped in our gags as Julia pushed him into me and he penetrated deep inside me as he was finally laid on the prepared table of my body. We had been told not to move until allowed, so now we both had to endure an agony of waiting while he was tied down onto me. His groin settled into mine and his chest cushioned on my breasts. I got a gorgeous feeling in my nipples as they pressed into him and the velvety sensitive feeling in my pussy as it enveloped his stiff, swollen dick radiated deliciously through my body. He was able to look me directly in the eyes and I really felt he was actually making love to me with his gaze. I felt a tremendous affinity growing between us that seemed to spring from the amazing experience we were sharing yet to exist independently of it. I responded to his eyes in kind and then suddenly remembered with a sinking feeling inside that I had asked to be blindfolded. Rick's announcement of my decision caused the guy to look at me with regret and yet with understanding as well. I began to regret my decision as Julia placed make up pads over my eyes and placed a strip of sticking plaster over them, but I knew I had to go through with it now and get as much from the experience as I could. Most of my face was now covered in plaster. Only a thin strip of my forehead under my hairline, the lower part of my nose and the tip of my chin were free of the sticky grasp of my blindfold and my gag. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the awareness of what I would be unable to do with him. I desperately wanted to enfold him in my arms and kiss him deeply open-mouthed and cry out to him in my ecstasy and wrap my legs around him and rub my feet up and down his legs and push him deeper into me with my feet pressing on his buttocks – something my years of ballet training enabled me to do. But most of all I wanted to drink up the look of his desire and his pleasure for me in his eyes. I wanted them to be my reference point in what was about to happen, not the feel of his penis buried deep in the warm, moist, velvet-smoothness of my vagina, or the weight of him crushing down on my breasts. And then, as Rick told us we could begin, my drive to dominate and control began to rebel again. How dare he expect me to lie passively, tied up, tied down, gagged, naked apart from these silly little girl white plimsolls and ankle socks that I've been tricked into wearing by this pathetic pervert crushing the life out of me while he prods me, who I can't even see or tell him to go fuck himself. I began to make angry 'MMMPH! MMMPH!' noises at him through my gag, 'Give it to me now you bastard and get off me!' I strained against the ropes holding down my waist and contracted my pelvic floors as hard as I could as if trying to squeeze his load out of his dick. I expected him to respond in his anger with a few sharp stabs into me and then it would all be over. ********** I was on the point of being crushed by this last thought and the prospect of the whole crazy business being for nothing, when I became aware of his voice close to my ear. There was no trace of anger. Instead I heard gentle, soothing, comforting 'Mmmm, Mmmm.' sounds, which somehow brought me back from the brink of despair. Then I remembered his eyes and all the care, concern, pleasure and desire for me that he had communicated to me through them. I calmed down and responded with a gentle 'Mmm-Mmm.' We seemed to have a natural ability to communicate without words. By humming or grunting with a rising or falling inflection, he was able to ask me if I ready and I was able to tell him I was. Then, as he began to explore me with gentle thrusts, I was able to tell him if he was getting warmer or colder. He was pushing with his feet against a wooden board fixed across the bed so that he could thrust. I anticipated getting a real humping and expected to feel the effect of it for a good while afterwards. At first he found a rhythm that felt warm and arousing deep within me. I purred with deep pleasure into my gag as at last I felt the fabulously relieving rub of his gorgeous dick against my throbbing clit. Then he changed up a gear and the pressure gauge inside me started to climb. My purring changed to a deep throaty growl as he began to hit my G-spot and send sparks shooting inside me with every thrust and then I felt myself on the verge of coming, too soon. I made an urgent 'MMMPH! MMMPH!' to him through my gag and he immediately understood and changed down again.