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How She Draped My Net Around Her

By: RubenR



I would like to express my gratitude to HS. 

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It was a quarter to four, just before I normally leave work on a Friday afternoon, when she came through the door to my office. 

"Hi," she said, as I looked up. "I still haven't thanked you for helping me move into my new place, and I wondered if you would like to come over for dinner some time." 

Anita only recently started working in our department and had broken up with her boyfriend only a few weeks after that. I guess she had just finished university when she decided to follow her boyfriend from Germany to here, which apparently hadn't worked out too well, and now she had to move her few belongings to a small apartment near the center of town. She'd also bought a bed and some other furniture from a second hand shop nearby. Because I had a car, I'd offered to help her move her stuff to her new house, which wasn't a great effort, and we were done moving and setting everything up within a couple of hours.

I told her I would love to have dinner with her and asked when would be suitable. "How about today?" she suggested.

"Sure," I said, but added that I didn't happen to have the traditional wine or flowers in my office, commonly brought when visiting someone's new house. She smiled and told me that I would be welcome without following the customary rules of etiquette and asked me to come at half past five so she would have sufficient time to prepare some food. 

And so I stood in front of her door at half past five. There was a flower shop on the way, so I bought a medium sized plant for a housewarming gift, and rang her doorbell right on time. 

"Just a minute!" I heard her calling, clearly busy managing her pots and pans, and a bit later she opened the door. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," she blushed, letting me in. 

"It's OK," I replied, "The aroma from your kitchen tells me it's worth it." She noticed the plant and asked me to place it in the living room -- certainly I would remember where it was -- and told me to make myself comfortable as she needed a bit more time to finish cooking. 

Of course, I asked her if I could help, but she ensured me that the only thing left was just finishing off the details and that she would be better off alone in her small kitchen. Then it dawned upon me that she looked different -- at work it was only jeans and sweaters, but now she was wearing a blue skirt, just below the knees, with matching blouse. 

"I like the way you're dressed," I told her, and she smiled. 

"I thought I could put on something comfortable. I prefer to keep my work and private clothes separate," she told me shyly. 

I walked into the living room, found what I thought to be a suitable place for the plant, and looked around. A typical student's room: some random souvenirs, a guitar, and a number of books on a shelf. When I moved closer to the bookshelf, I noticed her unusual collection. In addition to mainstream books like the Stephen Kings, "The Great Gatsby," "Animal Farm," and even "War and Peace" (the last one clearly never opened), there was significant shelf space dedicated to a different type of book. It contained the "Fifty Shades" works of E.L. James, and "Story of O," and it was clear that this genre was more to her interest. There were also quite a few titles I wasn't familiar with, like "The Secret Life of a Submissive," "It's Not About the Whip," "Shibari You Can Use," "Carrie's Story," "The Pleasure's All Mine," and "Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns." Based on the condition of the spines, all of these books had been read thoroughly. 

I briefly looked at some of the back-covers and moved on through the room, looking for some other surprises, and I wasn't disappointed. On the dining table, I noticed "The BDSM Coloring Book" -- I never even thought about the possibility that those books would exist, and flipping through the pages, I saw some of the drawings had been colored with great care. However, as I didn't want to embarrass Anita, I moved on and took a seat on the sofa. On the coffee table, I noticed the book "The Diary of a Submissive" lying open, partly covered by an old newspaper, but decided to look through one of scientific journals lying scattered on the sofa. 

I just opened the journal when Anita came in, carrying a tureen of soup. I noticed her slyly shoving "The BDSM Coloring Book" under some magazines on a chair. Then she turned to me. 

"And, how do you like the place?"

I told her I really liked the furnishing and decorations and helped carrying plates and cutlery from the kitchen, while she poured the wine. 

We toasted, and started our dinner. First there was the soup, nicely flavored, baguettes on the side, and we exchanged some small talk. About our colleagues and the project I was working on, how she liked the place, if she didn't miss the town where she came from, and how she passed her free-time. 

She told me that, of course, she missed her family and friends and still wasn't completely settled in yet. She'd bought a guitar from her first salary, thinking that learning to play it would help to pass the time, but that turned out not to be her cup of tea. Instead, she spent her evenings drawing and painting -- yes, indeed, some of the pictures on the walls were hers -- and reading. On the weekends she liked walking on the beach. 

We talked a bit about Orwell, the new book of Harper Lee, and then I asked her what she was reading at the moment. 

"Oh," she blushed, and stuttered, "something like fifty grades of... Fifty Shades of Grey". 

"Ah," I replied, "did you see the movie?"

She shook her head and, with blushes on her cheeks, she tried to reply with a matter-of-fact kind of voice, which hopelessly failed, that perhaps we could go see it together. 

"That it would be fun!" I replied, "Me, being the only man in a cinema crowded with women!" but immediately bit my tongue -- I didn't mean to sound sarcastic. 

Fortunately, she didn't seem to pick up any negative loading, and merrily suggested that we could rent the video as soon as it came out. 

The soup was finished, but it took some more time before the main dish would be ready, and she filled the wine glasses again. I thought I would better take it easy on the wine. I didn't want to spoil the evening with reckless comments, something I'm quite adept at. On the other hand, I knew that lack of decisive acting had always been one of my many weak points, and, given the way things evolved so far, I decided it might be a good occasion to take things a bit further. 

So I took, mentally, a deep breath, and asked Anita about the book I saw on the coffee table. 

At first, she acted as if she didn't understand what I was talking about, but I pushed through, and asked more specifically about "The Diary of a Submissive." 

The red color came back on her cheeks, but turning a few grades deeper. I saw her swallowing, but eventually she gave me a very brief summary of its content, avoiding any graphic details. Obviously trying to appear cool and calm, her voice gave away her nerves, being soft and higher. 

I decided to leave the subject for now, perhaps to be continued later, and changed the subject to Stephen King, not really my genre, but Anita seemed relieved to change to this topic.

The main course was ready, and Anita left for the kitchen. I watched her going and registered the features of her body with new interest. She wouldn't be described as stunningly beautiful; her body, although not fat, was a bit pear-shaped, certainly no hour-glass figure, wide hips with round buttocks. Her breasts were modest in size and her shoulder-long hair framed a face which was open and friendly, but not of the type found on the covers of magazines. Nevertheless, the way she moved, her voice, her words and her actions, clearly she had some charm to me. 

Did I want to continue the game or should I restore our distance and leave her at the end of the evening as just a friend? Did I interpret the situation correctly, or was my imagination running wild? And, if I did see things right, would I be able to fulfill her expectations, and mine? 

I had read and even fantasized about domination and submission, but putting it in action would be another story. Was I ready for starting something, either regular or with extras? I didn't have much time to think this over, as Anita came in carrying a steaming dish of lasagna. I decided to let things go and see where they would end. 

We exchanged some more small talk over the lasagna, which tasted delicious, and despite my good intentions, the first bottle of wine was soon replaced by a second one. 

Moving from music, dating and ballroom dancing, the subject of our talk somehow changed to education, and Anita told me that, in general, she didn't appreciate the system of student participation, and preferred the order and clarity resulting from a stronger hierarchy at school. Probably encouraged by the wine, I told her that it fitted the picture. 

She looked at me non understanding, so I summed up: "You've told me before that you like your work written out for you -- not too much improvisation or self-initiative. You like to be led in a strong, clear and unequivocal way, at least when it concerns ballroom dancing. You like hierarchy and someone ruling over you. And last but not least, you've read a great deal about dominance and submission. Clearly you are the submissive type of person." 

This time, her face didn't turn red but went pale, she cowered a bit, and stared at the ground. Did I overstep my boundaries this time? 

Finally she mumbled, "If you say so. You're probably right." 

That wasn't very encouraging, but I decided to go for all or nothing. "Is it only from books, or do you also have real-life experience in submission?" 

She became even smaller, and, head down, she whispered, barely audible, "Just books." 

She shriveled, and seeing her, small, pale, head down, shivering, made me feel miserable. How could I have misjudged the situation so badly? I knew there was no way to undo this. It was going to be a long, long and unpleasant evening, and I didn't want to think about the following days, weeks, the time that would come after today. How could we look each other in the eyes at work, after this conversation? Would she leave? Should I accommodate her by quitting my job? 

Then, after a long pause, she continued in a faint whisper, "The conditions were never there."

My heart started beating again, and I looked at her in a new light. "What's the situation at this moment?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice under control. 

She weakly raised her shoulders. 

"Look at me," I demanded, and she slowly raised her head. I could see fear and confusion, but I continued, more friendly but persistent still: "So, what is the situation now, I asked you." 

I could barely make out her answer, whispering with hoarse voice the one word, "Better." 

"OK, then, eat," I said, and she put a tiny piece of lasagna in her mouth. 

"Drink some wine," I told her, and she took a sip. 

"Just sit up straight and continue your meal," I added. She moved around a bit on her chair, slightly straightened her back, and started pecking at the lasagna with her fork. 

I started to lose my nerves and my patience. I wasn't in for another round of confusion and fear. "Now tell me what you want -- did I go too far? Do you want me to leave?" 

She looked up, and shook her head vigorously, but at the same time, tears welled in her eyes, and her shoulders shook frantically. 

I stood up and walked behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and then softly rubbed her upper arms. "Now, you calm down!" I said, putting some force in my voice. 

She clearly tried to get control of herself, but kept sobbing and shivering. "Let's get things clear. First of all, do you want me to leave right now?" 

Again, she shook her head, restrained this time. 

"I can't hear you!" I said, and she softly answered, "No, please stay." 

"OK," I continued, "do you think I've been inappropriate?" 

She started shaking her head, but then remembered, and said no. 

"Should I change the subject?" Now she looked up at me, and again the answer was no. 

"Then," I asked, "why are you crying and sobbing at the moment? Should we take a break?"

Now, forced to speak more than a single syllable, she swallowed, wiped her tears away, took a deep breath and answered, "I'm just feeling confused. I have been thinking about being submissive for years, but now that I'm really talking about it with someone else, it feels so different. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to react. But please! Don't stop. I want this, but it's just the confusion. I don't know... Maybe,... ... Is it OK if I smoke?" 

"Of course," I answered, "but do it outside. I don't like smoking, and especially not in the house". 

"Oh, but if you don't want..." 

"No, no, it's alright. I guess you could really use a cigarette now. Go ahead."

She went outside and I stayed behind, assuming she could use some time alone. And so did I. While thinking about Anita's confession about being submissive, and my possible role in this, my eyes wandered through the room, eventually resting on one specific spot on the wall. Staring at it for some time, it slowly dawned to me that I was looking at a pencil drawing of a long haired girl, sitting cross legged on the ground. 

Looking in more detail, her legs were tied in position, the long, dark hair covering the bare breasts, and her arms held at the back. I walked closer to the drawing to have a better look. Actually, it was very well done and made with great detail, and it captured serenity and pride in the expression of the girl. The signature on the bottom-right showed that Anita had drawn it. I moved through the room, looking for similar images, but other decorations consisted of photos of Anita and her friends, Anita sitting on a horse, a drawing of a rose and a drawing of a kitten. 

Anita came back in, and we both returned to the dining table. Although not completely at ease, she looked better, quietly waiting for whatever was to come. 

"How are you doing now?" I asked, and she replied, "Much better." 

"So, shall we continue eating then?" I asked, and she nodded. 

"I didn't hear you! What did you say?" I asked, and she quickly replied a soft "yes." 

That was sufficient for now, and in silence we continued to eat. 

Slowly she began to relax a little bit. I told her once more that the food was really nice, asked about the recipe, and tried some small talk, but Anita's replies remained short and uncomfortable. Therefore I decided to stop trying to make her at ease, and to get to the core. 

"I like that drawing!" I said, pointing to the constrained girl. 

She looked in the direction and a tiny smile broke through. 

"How did you draw it?" I continued, "I mean, did you use a picture, the internet, or did you make it up yourself?" 

"It's from a book." she replied. "I wish I had the skills to draw it from my mind, but nevertheless, I'm happy with the results." 

"Rightfully so!" I said, "What's the book about?" 

"It's about Shibari." she answered, and, when I looked not-understanding, "It's about rope bondage. Would you like to see the book?" 

I shook my head. "Maybe later. I really like the drawing, but you don't seem comfortable at all about this topic. What do you do when your parents are visiting?" 

She looked down again. "The drawing isn't there when my parents are visiting." 

"And with other people?" 

She shook her head again. 

"And what about the books? They speak for themselves. Never got any questions about them?"

"Normally they aren't on display," she replied. 

"But now they are. Did you want me to see them?" 

She nodded barely visible. Her face was pale again, but less stressed than before. 

"Did you want to shock me, provoke me, invite me? What's the idea?" 

"I wanted to see your reaction, see if we could talk about it." she answered with a weak voice. 

"But why?" I replied. "Do I behave that dominantly at work? Can you see me wielding a whip?" 

"No, you're not," she replied, "but I like you and... ...never mind." 

"Oh, no!" I responded. "Now you're not getting away so easily. Also because I do like the idea of it." 

Now she slightly lifted her head and glanced at me through her eyelashes. 

"I have to admit that I somehow like to picture women being tied up and obedient," I said. "Moreover..., or perhaps, on the other hand, I do like you, and I think it would be nice getting to know you better. But I am not sure if I can play this game -- I don't like hurting people. I certainly like to be in control, but to inflict pain..." 

Now it was me whose face turned red. That, however, did seem to have a positive effect on Anita, who visibly relaxed and finally started talking. 

"That's exactly what I like about you! You're so nice and friendly, but at the same time you do radiate some kind of authority. Everyone at work will listen to you and follow your advice, even those who normally debate and fight every comment. And, most importantly, I trust you, and that doesn't come easily. Somehow I feel safe to share my ideas with you. I would never have shown anything like this to anyone else. I don't know why, but it feels so different with you. And, to be honest," and now she started to slow down a bit, "I also don't like to get hurt, but it seems to be part of the game. I've never tried it. Perhaps it isn't as bad as it seems. If you trust the stories, it should be great." 

She was completely transformed. Having said that, she was clearly relieved; her eyes were shining, and the red color on her cheeks was from excitement, not embarrassment. 

I quickly thought everything over and then I expressly asked her if she really thought this would be a good idea. I asked her if she had thought about the consequences if things worked out differently than expected, and if, in that case, we would still be able to both work in the same department. 

She dismissed all worries by exclaiming that it just felt like the right thing to do. 

I tried once more, asking if perhaps we could first try a normal relationship for a couple of weeks, but she waved it all aside by telling me that this type of relationship should come spontaneously or it wouldn't work. 

"And," she asked me, "would you trust yourself? Would you harm me, apart from the suffering I am asking for?" 

That broke down my last resistance, and I grinned as I replied: "OK, if you insist... Take off your blouse then." 

All of a sudden, the anticipation was over. It looked as if this hit her like lightning, and despite my explicit warnings, it seemed like only now she realized the consequences of her bravado. 

Slightly bewildered, she looked at me, apparently searching for some way out, but I had made up my mind now and told her: "It's up to you now. We can stop right here, be good friends and regard this whole conversation as .... an exchange of ideas, or you can take off your blouse and we can see wherever it ends. You can close the curtains first if you want, but then I want your blouse off!" 

She visibly crossed a mental boundary, moved to the window to close the curtains, and finally slowly started to unbutton her blouse. After the last button was loosened, she looked at me hopefully. 

"Take it off!" I told her. "What are you waiting for!" and slowly the blouse slid from her shoulders, over her arms, and, finally, she was standing with the blouse in her hands. 

I nodded, and she hung her blouse over her chair. 

Ill at ease, she was standing in the room, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Despite the fact that she was wearing a bra, she protectively covered her breasts with her arms crossed. 


How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 02



-Both Sides of Trust

 H.M. – Thanks.



"Please. Enter," I offered.

 "...and let me take your coat..."

 Anita stepped inside to the house and hesitated slightly. Perhaps the alcohol level had dropped sufficiently since we left her house, or the coffee might have played a sobering role, or maybe it had just taken too long already, but I felt tired and wanted to relax. But most of all, I wanted to make Anita feel comfortable. So I showed her the clothes I'd taken from her house. And then I suggested her to take a shower to warm up. After that, we could take a last drink together, and then go to sleep.

 I could see her loosen up, when she learned that I'd taken her clothes with me. Still, she didn't speak, as she followed me upstairs through the house. First I showed her the bathroom, I fetched her a clean, fresh towel, and then ushered her to the bedroom, to prepare herself.

 Then I went back downstairs and turned up the heat. A few minutes later, I could hear the water running as I began to put the groceries away. Anita had selected quite an assortment! There were eggs and bacon, bake-off rolls, donuts, oranges and orange juice, bananas, strawberries, mango juice and tea. In addition, she'd bought cheese, wine, sausage, her cigarettes and a disposable lighter...

 ...and a large packet of condoms. Some of those went into the pocket of my jeans, a few in the drawer under the TV, and then I went back upstairs to put the rest of them in the drawer of my bedside table. While I was up there, I set a large t-shirt and a bathrobe on the bed just in case Anita wanted to put on something comfortable, and then I went downstairs once again.  

 I cut up some of the sausage and cheese, arranged them on a plate and took it, together with the wine and two glasses, to the coffee table. Finally, I laid a throw blanket next to me as I relaxed on the sofa, and disinterestedly scrolled through the television channels while waiting for Anita. 

 Finally, she came walking down the stairs, and she looked good! She'd put on the bathrobe, and smiled, still a bit shy, but apparently comfortable. 

 I quickly turned off the television, and patted the sofa next to me. She sat down, close to me, and expectantly looked me in the face. The smell of her skin was intoxicating.

 "Wine?" I asked and lifted the bottle. 

 She nodded. "Of course!" And her voice was confident, happy. 

 I poured our glasses, and we toasted again. "To us!"

 We sipped wine, ate some of the cheese and sausage, and I asked her if she was okay. 

 "I'm fine," she said and nodded reassuringly. 

 "You're not feeling cold?" I asked, and pointed to the throw. "Maybe you want to be tucked in?"

 She agreed laughingly. I told her to stand up so I could put my legs on the sofa, and then motioned for her to lie back, in between my legs. Without hesitation, she sank back on my chest, and I draped the throw over both of us. Apart from the spanking, this was the first real body contact between us, and I felt a warm glow running through my body. I reached out to take first Anita's glass and then mine from the table. Then I wrapped my free left arm over her belly; she snuggled in a bit and put her free hand on mine. And it just felt... good.



"How are you feeling now?" I asked once more. "Are you nervous, uncomfortable?"

 "I'm... kind of recovered," she replied, but I could feel her body tense as if there was something she wanted to add to it. 

 "What do you mean, recovered?" I probed, after a moment of silence. "Was it too much?"

 Anita hesitated.

 "Did I push you too far? Are you feeling bad about being here? Or was it too much for you to go out only wearing your coat and boots? Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to undress in the first place, on our first date."

 Anita stayed silent for quite some time, probably thinking it all over, or searching for the right words, and finally said "I am really, really, really happy to be here with you. And I think it was hot, taking my clothes off for you. But I didn't like to go outside like that; and shopping was certainly too much for me."

 I pulled my free arm more tightly around her. "I am sorry if I pushed you too much. For me, it is difficult to know what you do or don't want to do. On the other hand, I think that pushing you into uncomfortable areas, is part of the game. However, I can see that the shopping was probably too much, at least for now. Perhaps we should establish some rules and select some safe-words, to make it easier for you to tell me if I'm asking you to do something you really don't want?"

 I could feel Anita's body relax a bit, and her voice sounded relieved. "That is exactly what I wanted to suggest. I am happy that you take control, and I like you to challenge me, but I do want to be able to say no."

 "So what would you suggest?" I asked. 

 "Let's just use the colors yellow and red," Anita suggested. "Yellow for slowing down; red for the emergency brake. I think those should be fine."

 I asked Anita to sit up so I could reach the plate with cheese and sausage. While she moved up, the bathrobe slipped open a bit, and I could see some of her naked flesh. Anita noticed my eyes on her, but didn't cover up her body. 

 "You like it?" she asked, flirtingly, and I nodded. 

 "I'm happy that you're still comfortable enough to be with me, while only wearing a bathrobe," I replied solemnly.

 For a moment Anita didn't know what to say, but then she asked, "May I kiss you?"

 "There is nothing I want more!" I laughed, releasing my anxiety. I left the snacks where they were, and consumed Anita's soft lips instead. 

 Anita turned her body, face to face, and let her hungry mouth consume mine, sucking in my lips. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her body against mine, and let our lips fight their battle, tongues joining in the action. 

 My hands stroked her back and pulled on the bathrobe. Anita shrugged it off and dragged the throw over both of us instead. My whole body tingled when my hands moved eagerly over the bare flesh of her back, her sides and buttocks. Guttural sounds escaped our mouths, still ferociously challenging each other. 

 I pushed her shoulders away from me, creating some space between our upper bodies, enabling my hands to explore her breasts. Her hands tried to unbutton my shirt, but I pushed them away, making her whimper softly. 

 I placed my thumbs around her nipples, hands squeezing the soft meat of her breasts, while our mouths continued their exploration. Her hips moved, her lower body grinding mine. She was like molten lava! 

 I felt a swelling in my pants, and, out of control, by body moved in sync with hers. I could feel myself losing control, and, while giving one last, slightly harder squeeze to her nipples, I pushed her aside, and moved on top of her. 

 Now it was me being in control. I bent over and continued kissing her lips. Her hands came back to the buttons of my shirt, but I took her wrists and pulled her hands to the armrest above her head, where I held them down with one hand. Her breathing became heavier. My other hand skimmed her body while my lips kept assaulting her mouth. 

 I looked into her shiny eyes, open and excited. Slowly, I let my lips move to the corner of Anita's mouth, and then sliding off towards her jawline. Anita hungrily turned her head in an attempt to keep our mouths connected, but a tap with my finger on her cheek made her head sink back to the sofa. 

 My lips started slowly nibbling their way down along her neck. My tongue traced her collarbone, and then I softly sucked on it, wrapping my lips around it. 

 Anita's body wriggled below mine, and it was getting difficult to keep both of her hands under control. Another soft pat calmed her down a bit for a moment, but when my mouth continued its trip towards the left nipple, one of Anita's hands came free. I sat up, and Anita froze.

 "I'm sorry!" she whimpered, her whole body pleading with me. "Please don't stop!"

 "Up!" I ordered. "Go to the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I'll be there in a moment." And I watched her delicious body move up the stairs. 

 I took the two bundles of rope from my bag, saw the vibrator lying at the bottom and picked that up as well. I rummaged through the cupboard to find some batteries, and tested the vibrator. A push on the button, and the little rod released a soft humming sound, vibrating softly in my hand. Another push, and the vibrations got a little stronger. The intensity increased two more times, while the vibrator turned to a mode with varying strengths after the next push. And then, the vibrator was off again. 

 I tucked the vibrator away in my pocket, and went upstairs, where I found Anita lying on the bed, waiting impatiently. She sat up, resting on her elbows when I turned up into the doorway; an exciting smile broke through when she noticed the rope. 

 "Lie down!" I said, a croak in my voice betraying my excitement, and Anita immediately complied, lying down on the bed, her arms along her body. 

 "Are you cold?" I asked, and Anita shook her head. I had turned up the heat pretty high, and actually I was feeling quite warm.

 "Your wish for being tied down and your obedience problems about lying still are both screaming for the rope." I said. "Are you okay with being tied down?"

 Anita nodded without hesitation. 

 "Please," I stressed, "please tell me if it gets uncomfortable, and I'll let you go immediately!"

 "I will!" Anita replied softly and sternly.

 I gave a little kiss on her mouth, and then told her to place her arms above her head. Anita's arms flew up, where they crossed at the wrists. 

 I took a bundle of rope, and turned one end a few times around her wrists. I was no rope master, and I wasn't sure how tight the rope should be. Last thing I wanted was to hurt her that way, so I asked her if everything was still OK with her. "Is it too tight, or uncomfortable?" I checked out her face. Anita whispered she was all right; eager to let me continue.

 There was no option to fasten the rope on the headboard of the bed, but I did want to release Anita from the temptation of touching me. So I lifted the mattress and tied the rope to the bed frame. I kissed Anita and asked if she was still comfortable, being tied up.

 "It feels like I'm dreaming!" She whispered with a husky voice. "I have never felt better." There were tears shining in her eyes.

 I bent over and kissed her eyelids. I stroked her jawline, kissed her lips, but then something crossed my mind. 

 "Just a minute," I said, kissing her cheek once more, and then I left the room. 

 I went down to get scissors from the kitchen drawer. When I re-entered the bedroom, seeing Anita lying on the bed, I was completely overpowered with love and happiness. For a moment I stayed in the door opening and couldn't take my eyes off Anita. "Oh, god... you're so beautiful!" escaped my mouth, even before the words had fully formed in my brain. Cheesy, but true...

 Anita turned her face shyly away from my eyes.

 When she heard me placing the scissors on the side cupboard, she looked up again, and her eyes opened wide. "You're not going to cut the rope, are you!?" she asked, alarmed.

 "Of course not!" I responded. "But I do want them around, just in case something goes wrong."

 "What could go wrong?" Anita replied, but she relaxed again, her head sunk back on the mattress. My answer was a kiss. Then, for a long time, I looked at her face. 

 After some time, Anita couldn't control her impatience "Don't keep me hanging on!" she whined, pleadingly. 

 "Patience!" I said. "Because of your lack of control, before, on the sofa, I will have to start it all again; all the way from the beginning. I am trying to collect the strength to complete this task."

 "Bastard!" she said, teasingly grinning but wanting. "Just start kissing and the rest will come naturally!"

 And that's what I did. I straddled over Anita's body, bent over, and feverishly kissed her lips. Lips and tongues resumed their wrestling, while my hands fondled Anita's hair. I could feel her upper body heaving because of her heavy breathing. 

 My mouth went down, sucking and nibbling her jawline again. A little irregularity in her neck kept the attention of my tongue for a while, but then I moved on further south. 

 My hands covered her breasts, while my lips found her right nipple. Anita groaned, and moved her head, to see what I was doing. 

 "Stay down" I said. "Don't make me start all over again!" and obediently, her head sank down.

 I softly sucked on her nipple, my tongue stroking around it, while my right hand softly kneaded the other breast. 

 A long "Hmmm!" escaped from Anita's mouth. Her hips wriggled under my body. 

 My mouth released the nipple, leaving it wet with saliva, and a long, soft blow of air created goosebumps all over her body. 

 Then, my mouth shifted to the other nipple, leaving the right breast to the caring attention of my left hand. I slowly increased the intensity of sucking, while thumb and index finger molested the other nipple. Anita groaned, and her body bucked under mine. I softly, carefully, bit the hardened flesh, and ordered "Quiet, you!" It only helped for a moment.

 I shifted myself backwards, towards her toes. My mouth left the nipple, and moved on towards the navel, following a long, slow track of kisses and nibbles. Both breasts were now equally caressed by two hands; it took quite some effort to direct mouth and two hands at the same time, while I also had to process a waterfall of emotions. Ah, men and multitasking...

 Finally, I reached the abyss of the navel. I collected some saliva, and slowly swirled my tongue in large circles around Anita's center, leaving wet strokes, slowly narrowing in. The closer I came, the more Anita's body shook. I looked up once more. "Don't you blow it now, or I'll have to leave the job undone!"

 Anita whimpered, but I could feel her body tense; she was clearly working hard to get it under control.

 I started my circles again, first following the slick, beaten track, but eventually getting into the untrodden area. The circles narrowed down and my hands got rougher, groping Anita's breasts. Anita panted heavily, her belly moving up and down, but besides that, her body was reasonably well under control. Finally I came to the core, my tongue reached the navel, and from there, my lapping radiated in all directions, each time coming back to the center. 

 Eventually, my mouth moved, kissing and licking, from the navel to the left hip; I had to stretch my arms to keep in touch with her breasts, lying flat, upper body and arms resting on Anita, who was now groaning desperately. My hands, no longer able to do a proper job on the breasts, where eventually retreated to the sides of Anita's body, making long, soft strokes along her sides, alternated by a bit more firmly rubbing the hipbones. Mouth continued its route, moving back to the center, but, to Anita's great frustration, it crossed the pubis and continued to the other hip. I loved stroking the soft skin with my lips; my breathing making her shiver. 

 After lingering for a while, I continued my exploration to the south, nipping, licking and kissing my way to her thighs. 

 There, my tongue ran long laps up her legs, ending just before it would reach her pussy, although slight contact between tongue and the puffy pussy lips could not always be prevented... 

 The moist area in between the lips left no question about Anita's arousal, and this was further proven by series of funny sounds escaping from Anita's mouth, varying in long, soft, squeaking wails, short huffs and puffs, and snorting. 

 The lower body was now totally out of Anita's control, her hips feverishly trying to get the attention of my tongue to her pussy. Eventually, I gave in. My tongue made a long, slow stroke between her lips, causing Anita's body to buckle even stronger. 

 Then I sat up. 

 "No way!! You're not going to leave me like this!!" Anita cried, pulling her hands in the rope. I had no doubt she would be able to pull them out, if she tried, so I sternly ordered her to stay calm and to give me just a second. 

 "Why don't you just take me now! Stop playing with me, and take me, make me come!! I want you!!" Her voice was desperate. 

 I took out the vibrator, which I had hidden under the bed cover. Although the initial plan was to first tease her breasts a bit, I couldn't ignore her pleading. I wet the plastic rod with saliva, and tried to push it carefully inside her moist flesh; an operation hugely challenged by the wild rocking of her body. 

 "Are you okay with this?" I asked once more, once it was all inside.

 "Of course I'm not okay!! Go on with it!! I'm losing it!!" she fumed, and I quickly pushed the button to start the vibrations. Although the sound was muted by the flesh, the reaction of Anita's body left no question on whether it worked or not. 

 I tried to move the vibrator up and down her pussy, meanwhile licking her slick lips and paying sufficient attention to her clit, but the wild movements of her body made it almost impossible. 

 "Keep your body a bit more under control!" I ordered, and Anita cried, "I'm trying, I really am!!"

 Eventually I discarded the vibrator and used both hands to hold her hips down, just to let my tongue do all the work. A bit more probing and stroking was all that was needed to turn Anita into a shaking and wailing orgasmic mess. I was taken aback by all the violence, but she seemed ok, and I decided to keep up the soft licking until she finally lay still. I looked up, and saw her body slowly relaxing, her eyes closed; her mouth slightly open, getting control on her breath. 

 Then she took a deep breath, and blathered in a long sigh: "Oh, my god! You did it, you did it, you did it. Pheeewwww! You really did it. I can't believe it, but you did it. You made it! Oh my... Oh my god!"

 I was pretty pleased with myself! I untied her hands and watched her coming to herself. Finally, she opened her eyes again and gave me a shy smile. "Oh, my god!"

 "What?" I asked cocky, "First time orgasm?"

 "Of course not!" she replied, putting me back in place. "But it doesn't happen very often. I never expected this to happen on our first date, and you made it happen so quickly, so intense! I wasn't faking, you know!"

 As if that thought even crossed my mind...

 "And now back to you!" she said, and moved up. "May I take off your clothes?" 

 My first reaction was to back off; my mind was having a fierce battle with my instinct about tit for tat. Finally, I pulled myself together and gave her the opportunity to unbutton my shirt. I swallowed when my arms out slid out of the sleeves. 

 My t-shirt rapidly followed; strangely, that seemed to be a lesser hurdle. And then I had two arms surrounding me, her cheek pressing my chest; I could get used to that! Soft kisses heated my body. 

 But then, her hands moved down to unbutton of my jeans, ready to take that off, too. I strained, and she sensed the tension. 

 "What?" she asked, giving me a puzzled look.

 "I can't," I whimpered. 

 Anita gave me another soft kiss on my chest, while her hands kept fiddling with my jeans.

 "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm not ready!" pushing her hands away more roughly than intended. 

 Anita backed off, her face turned pale, tears welled in her eyes. 

 "What do you mean, you're not ready. No sex on a first date and that kind of stuff? So I'm a slut!!??" she spat out. All the previous joy had left both of us.

 "No, you're not a slut! No way!!" I stammered, blast away by this explosion of emotions. "It is just... I guess you have been preparing this for days, maybe even weeks. You've had it all sorted out! You might have guessed we would end up in bed, while I... This afternoon I still thought I would be spending this evening eating pizza while reading the paper, and now look what I'm into!!"




How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 02



Anita cooled down a bit. "I'm sorry," she said softly, and I could see it in her eyes that she meant it. 

 I remained silent.

 "Are you insecure?" she asked, worrying.

 I nodded, staring at the floor like a schoolkid.

 "You're not impotent, are you? I don't think so, judging from your jeans."

 I couldn't suppress a little chuckle. "No, that's not the thing."

 "Is it your size? An infectious disease?"

 I shook my head, unable to find the right words. 

 "Let's get dressed," I suggested after a moment of silence, "and go outside for a smoke."

 She got the hint, put on the clothes I'd brought for her, while I slipped into a sweater, and we went downstairs. 



Once outside, she offered me a cigarette. 

 "No, I really don't smoke," I replied, "but it is nice to get some fresh air," immediately adding that this didn't mean that she had to go smoking somewhere else.

 I looked at how Anita sucked in the smoke, leaving it in for a moment, and then blowing it out. It did miracles; with every draw, her body relaxed a little more. For one moment, I was jealous, and seriously considering to give it a try.

 Anita saw me watching her, and grinned. "Does the fresh air have the same effect on you?"

 I pulled up my shoulders, and took a deep breath. And another. And a sigh. Yes, I could feel my heartbeat going down a little bit. 



We sat on the window sill, and Anita was looking at me expectantly... I noticed. 

 "It's really hard for you, isn't it?" she said, and gave me a comforting smile, a hand on my wrist.

 I nodded, and took another deep breath. "It's just nothing!" I answered. "I know it is silly, and no problem at all, but..."

 "You know, the relationship I'm looking for is built on trust..." Anita started, and I nodded hesitantly. 

 "... and I trust you to tell me when you're ready for it," she continued, and I knew I loved her.

 "Shall we go inside again?" I offered. It wasn't cold, and it wasn't too late, but I just wanted to get inside.

 "Some more wine?" I asked, once inside again, "We can also take it upstairs!" And wine, glasses and snacks came with us to the bedroom.

 I filled our glasses again, and we both took a sip. 

 Then I made up my mind, and said: "I am going to take a shower. Would you like to join me?"

 Anita looked at me in surprise, scanning my face for underlying thoughts. 

 "It's okay," I said. "I'm fine. The only thing I'm uncomfortable about is the actual sex. Anything else is fine... I guess..."

 "Is it," she started, "that you're afraid you'll come too soon?" 

 I remained silent, and she didn't push, but cleverly changed the attention. "So I can take off your clothes now?"

 I replied affirmative, and she eagerly pulled off my sweater. Then she squatted, unbuttoned my jeans, and drew them down to my ankles, before I could change my mind. She helped me to step out of them, and looked up at my underpants, where a bulging exposed my regained excitement. Then she looked up at my face, and I nodded to go ahead.

 "Remember yellow and red," she told me, when her hands moved to the waistband. They also work the other way!"

 She kept her eyes fixed on my face, when she first released my cock, and then slit the pants down to the floor. All I felt was excitement, and a shiver ran through my body when Anita raised up and placed a little kiss on the shaft. 

 I looked in her face, searching for any signs of judgment or disappointment, but all I could see was, that also for her, the excitement had returned. 

 She did acknowledge my insecure feelings, and told me that she loved the sight of me in my entirety. I released my breath, which, apparently, I had kept in for a while. And Anita softly laughed; no contempt, no judgment, just compassion. 

 "You are really afraid of my judgment, aren't you?" she said, and I could only nod.

 "There is nothing to be ashamed of! I love your body, and I can't see anything wrong with it," she said. "Not that I'm the expert, but I would say that everything is well in proportion."

 "Yes, but..." I started, but she silenced me with her finger on my lips. "Shower now, talking tomorrow." She stood up and gave me a deep kiss on my mouth, which made my stomach jump. 

 Without ceremony, she quickly took off her clothes. Nevertheless, it did add to my arousal, and my cock felt rock-hard. 

 Quickly, we moved to the bathroom, and while we waited for the warm water to come out, she asked if she was allowed to wash my body. 

 "Yes, you can," I replied, "if I can wash yours as well!"

 "Okay, but I asked first!" she answered, playfully. 

 She wrapped her arms around my neck, pushed her body against mine, and gave me a long, wet kiss. The pressure of her breasts against my chest, my cock captured between our bodies, was almost enough to set me off, and when our mouths finally released each other, I was gasping for air. 

 By that time, the shower was on temperature, and I dragged us both into the water. 

 The jets of water were just sufficient for a single person, but I didn't mind squeezing in with Anita so both of us could get some warmth. Our lips found each other again, arms squeezing our bodies tight. We both took some shower gel, and slick hands slid over the backs our bodies, covering every inch of flesh. I loved Anita's body going through my hands, while her hands caressed my shoulders and back. 

 Somehow both our hands reached the buttocks at the same time, and we made kind of competition on rubbing and squeezing the muscled meat.

 Our mouths finally disconnected, and we both squatted down, to soap the legs of the other; our heads almost colliding. 

 "I was first," Anita said, and made me rise up again. 

 With my cock on her eye level, her hands moved slowly up and down my upper legs, pushing my upper body towards her face. All of a sudden, she pushed a tiny kiss on my glans, followed by a torturing slow lap of the tongue, all the way along the shaft. I was shaking on jelly legs, and had to reach out for the wall for stability. I was about to push her head away, but her face was already turned down, focusing on soaping the lower legs and feet. I think she was giggling.

 Then it was my turn. Anita stood up while I sank on my knees. My cheek scrubbed against her pubic hair, while my hands worked their way on her body. I thought Anita wouldn't mind me taking some extra care of her ass cheeks, so I started there, and slowly worked my way down, enjoying the feeling of her muscled flesh under my hands. I processed one leg at the time, surrounding them with both hands, moving them slowly up and down. I could have done this all night long but decided that all things had to come to an end. And thinking of the things that still had to come, I eventually soaped between her toes, and got up.

 I took more shower gel, moved myself behind Anita, and started applying soap over her breasts and belly. Anita sputtered – it was her turn again – but, half joking, half checking out the boundaries, I told her that I was supposed to be in charge. And it was my desire to go first. 

 I pushed her body out of the water flow, and started stroking and kneading her body with my hands, slippery of soap. Soon her whole body was filled with foam. I pushed her a bit further away from the shower head, and turned her around. My arms wrapped around her waist, and I started rubbing my body against hers. 

 Anita hummed approvingly, wrapped her arms around my neck, and joined my erotic dance, trying to maximize our body contact. Needless to say, also our mouths rejoined again, and her tongue boldly invaded my mouth, one of her hands pushing my head towards her, perhaps indicating that I wasn't completely in charge. 

 The continuous rubbing against my cock pushed me to a dangerous maximum, and I knew I couldn't take much more. Not willing to come, I stepped backwards into the hot water, dragging Anita with me. I put my hands on her hips, trying to break the contact, and Anita seemed to comprehend. She didn't push forward, although she didn't give up claiming my mouth.

 Our hands started moving again, stroking each others bodies, but eventually I had to turn off the water when it threatened to run over the doorstep into the hall. 



We took our time toweling off each other, and finally moved back to the bedroom, where we quickly jumped under the bed cover. We snuggled up to each other, stroking and kissing a bit. 

 Eventually, we sat up; Anita wanted to finish her wine. 

 For a long time, Anita looked me in the eyes, and finally asked: "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

 That question had been bothering me for quite some time, and while she pronounced it, several thoughts went through my mind. No doubt she was kind and empathetic; she seemed to understand my situation, and it didn't bother her; and, last but not least, I was at an impossible level of sexual excitement; for sure I would never be able to sleep unless I released the tension.

 So I nodded silently, rolled over to the cupboard, and got one of the condoms. With shaking hands, I tore open the package, and rolled the latex down over my cock. The feeling of the condom going down the shaft already almost tipped me over the edge. I closed my eyes for a moment, and felt Anita's hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. 

 Anita straddled over me, holding my cock and directing it towards her pussy. I felt her cunt opening smoothly on a minimum of pressure. 

 Her cunt lips enclosed my cock, and I could feel them rubbing on their way down. All I could do was hold my breath. Anita moved her upper body down on me. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. My arms wrapped around her body, my hands holding tight on her shoulder blades. 

 She kissed my neck, and, oh so slowly, moved her pelvis up. My head bent backwards, my eyes were opened wide and stared at the wall behind me. Air left my mouth, my body tensed and my hands clawed Anita's back. Her hips went down again, and I knew I was losing it. I wanted to tell her to stop... to go faster... to... 

 I'm not sure if Anita realized what was going on with me, but she sped up, her breathing becoming heavier. My entire mind was focused on the center of my body. Shock waves radiated through my body, and I was done. Three, four, five spurts, and I still wasn't finished. A seemingly endless flow of sperm was ejected, aiming to break through the latex boundaries. 

 A groan, partly relief, partly frustration, escaped my throat, and I closed my eyes again. I felt Anita's lips brushing mine, but I brusquely turned my head away. There was no victory, only emptiness, and I could feel tears of frustration welling up behind my eyes. Anita, probably aware of my emotions, rolled off my body and lie down next to me, stroking my face. 

 "It's OK! I love you!" she whispered, while a soft "I'm sorry" escaped my mouth, followed by a silent sob. 

 "Sorry for what?" Anita replied, still stroking my face. "You gave me the evening of my life, you rocked my world. Some of my deepest desires have been fulfilled, and I can't express my happiness about being able to give you something in return!"

 "But this is it!" I stammered. "This is all I have. How can I ever please you, if I last for ten seconds at most?"

 "Have you forgotten how you made me come before?" she replied, slightly raising her voice. "What are you talking about? You've been wonderful tonight, and I can't tell you how exciting I am to think about all the dirty things that are waiting for us!"

 I closed my eyes and the memory of Anita's orgasm conjured up a faint smile on my lips.

 Anita carefully removed the condom, tied it off, and put it aside. 

 Can you do it again?" she asked. I stared blankly. I couldn't get what she was talking about.

 "Can you come more than once?" she clarified. 

 I raised my shoulders. 

 "I've been told that the second time takes longer, so let's see what you've got." Anita said.

 I didn't care. Twenty seconds instead of ten seconds was still far, far away from creating a mind-blowing experience of lovemaking.



But Anita didn't give up so easily. 

 She prodded my side – I tried to push her off. 

 She prodded again. I tried to tell her it would be a waste of time, but I couldn't hold back a grumpy snicker. 

 Which, of course, was picked up by Anita.





She pushed me on my back and straddled me. I made a halfhearted attempt to push her off, but I couldn't stop chuckling when she started tickling me. I tried to stop her, which only encouraged her to take her tickling a level higher. My whole body shook under her skilled fingers; Anita lost her balance and fell on top of me. 

 Infected by her enthusiasm, I pushed her over, and straddled her instead. "So you think you could handle me?" I asked, and returned the tickling. Anita couldn't handle this any better than I did, and soon we were engaged in a tickling battle, crying out in laughter.





Finally, completely out of breath, I managed to catch both of her hands, and pushed them on the mattress above her head. Leaning over her, my lips were in range of Anita's mouth, and she managed to place her fatal kiss. I knew I was lost, and I gave in, rolling off her, onto my back, and reached out for her.





"Ok, I give in. Give me some inspiration" I mocked, and put a hand on her hip. Without further instructions, Anita started stroking and kissing my chest, and in no time I could feel the tension building up again. 



My arousal didn't come unnoticed to Anita, who gave me a little tickle, and then picked up a new rubber from the box. Her fingers caressed my shaft, providing strength, and then she skillfully rolled down the condom over my resurrected cock. 

 I rolled over, went up on my knees, and indicated to Anita to lie down on her back. 

 I positioned myself between her legs, and energy flowed through by arms when my hands moved once more over her body. 

 I wrapped my hands over her breasts, her delicious breasts, and started to rub them again.

 "Enough" Anita whispered after a little while, giving me an encouraging smile. "They are getting sensitive. Let's save some for tomorrow," and she directed my hands to her sides. 

 My fingers softly ran up and down her ribcage, and then followed her shoulders and arms. I bent over, pressed a kiss on her lips and whispered, "May I?" 

 Anita nodded. 

 I collected some saliva and carefully wet Anita's pussy and the condom around my cock. 

 Anita lifted both legs wide in the air, and I directed my cock to her exposed pussy. Once more I felt her body engulfing mine. The friction of her cunt set of jets of electricity through my body; this time I could handle it. 

 Anita's face showed a mix of caring and lust, encouraging me. 

 I placed my lower arms besides her head, able to stroke her face, and transferred some of my body weight to my elbows, pushing my cock deeper inside her body. Anita placed her hands on my hips, perhaps to maintain some form of control, and I moved my cock slowly out again. 

 I only saw Anita's face, registered all her reactions. And what I saw, confirmed that I was doing it right. 

 I started slowly moving in and out of her body, trying to stroke and apply the pressure on her inner walls in all possible ways. Yes, it turned me on, but I didn't lose control. I could handle it!

 "Focus on yourself!" Anita whispered. "It's all about you now! Don't worry; my pleasure will come together with yours!!"

 I increased the pace of my hips, and moved my head towards Anita's neck. I started licking her jaw line, nibbling her ear, and the sound of Anita's heavy breathing was the most stimulating encouragement I'd ever experienced.

 Anita used both hands to lift up my head, and held it in front of her face. The love radiating from her eyes was touching me deeply, and my body filled with warmth. Then she drew my mouth to her lips. I would have thought that I knew her lips by now, but the soft caressing melted me like butter. 

 One hand was held on the back of my head, twirling my hair, while the other hand stroked and groped my buttocks. I was panting; I felt the sweat pouring out of my skin on the back, and I was taken aback by my endurance. What was I going to do with it!? I looked once more at Anita's face; she didn't seem to mind if we would go on like this forever. And neither did I!

 Nevertheless, I tried to shift position a bit, trying to sit on my knees, but that didn't work well. 

 "Do you want me to change position?" Anita asked. "How would you like me to be?"

 I slid out, and asked, with a hoarse voice, "Can you sit on your knees?"

 Anita turned on her belly and pulled her knees under her, pushing her hips in the air.

 I moved behind her, and directed my cock between her soaking lips. It took a bit of adjustment for both of us to work it out, but eventually we were lined up well, and nothing could stop me now. Looking at her body – bent down in front of me – engulfed me with a feeling of sexual power. I could feel the testosterone flowing through my body.

 With my hands grasping her hips, I thrusted hard and deep. And with each thrust, my hips and upper legs slapped against Anita's buttocks, releasing little yelps from her mouth. She brought one arm in front of her head, to rest on, and the other arm moved between her legs, her fingers fumbling with her clit. 

 I was amazed by my stamina. I never thought I could go on like this. 

 I started stroking Anita's back; crawling my fingertips all the way from her neck to her buttocks, rubbing my upper body against her back. All this stimulation pushed me to my limits, but I could also feel Anita building up. I managed to hold off much longer than I thought for possible, but eventually I groaned, urgently "Anita! I can't hold it much longer!"

 "I'm almost there!" she howled back at me. "Please! Just a little more!"

 Frantically, her fingers rubbed her pussy, while it took me all effort not to let go. Anita was gasping, wheezing, while I was holding my breath. This couldn't last much longer. Anita's upper body became unstable, shaking harder with my thrusts. And eventually, I couldn't hold it off any longer. I let my breath go, and at the same moment, I came like an avalanche, apparently dragging Anita with it, as I heard her howling too. 

 I lost it from there. And when I came back to the surface, Anita was lying next to me, softly stroking my face, telling me how much she loved me. My eyes started to focus again, and I tried to tell her I loved her too, but tears got in the way.

 There was no time; no space; only the two of us... Only stroking each other... Continuously... 

 Except some short interruptions, when a kiss needed to be exchanged.



How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 03



H.M., Thank you for your quick and useful replies.

*****

I woke up with a splitting headache, and an urgent need to pee. But one look to my side, and I knew it could wait a little longer. Anita looked irresistibly lovely; her hair a mess, mouth partly opened, dribble forming a wet spot on the pillow. The bed cover, pulled up to her neck, rose and fell with her soft, calm breathing. Not necessarily photogenic, but an "A-plus" for cuteness and irresistibility. It took all my effort not to stroke those delicious lips, which could bewitch me any time.

The only part of me not enchanted by her view, was my bladder. I tried to postpone it as long as possible, but eventually the risk of wetting myself became too big, and slowly and carefully, I tried to move out of the bed.

Not careful enough. A lazy eye opened, and a faint smile formed on Anita's lips. She slowly wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.

"Hi," she whispered, and "Hi," I whispered in return.

"How are you doing?" I asked softly, followed by a muffled cough.

"Better than you, I think," she smiled sweet, "I'm fine."

"No headache for you?"

"No, I'm doing fine. You want me to get you some water?"

I shook my head, causing needles of pain flashing through my head. For a moment, I closed my eyes. 

"Are you sure?"

"Um Hmm; unless you can also go to the toilet for me..."

Her sweet soft laugh warmed my chest, but then I had to go for it.

A sigh of relief, when I emptied my bladder; a new pang of pain made me pay for it. I took my time; remained seated, eyes closed, for a minute or two, and then I stood up. I flushed, and took some painkillers from the cupboard above the sink, swallowing them with a sip of water. 

"I'm going to make some breakfast for us. Could I bring you something to drink first?"

Anita sat up. "Let me do it - you get back in bed."

But I shook my head. "Next time it's your turn. I'll feel better after a bit of activity. So what can I get you?"

Anita gave in. "Do you have orange juice?" 

I smiled. "It's funny you ask. Normally I don't, but somehow I happened to get it yesterday." 

Anita giggled, turned red - perhaps by the memory of her shopping the day before - and then blew me a kiss.

Downstairs, I slipped into the bathrobe which was still lying in front of the sofa. The thought of how this bathrobe had been touching her body the night before brought up the sweet fragrance of Anita. 

I brought Anita's orange juice upstairs, and started preparing our breakfast. Turned on the oven, prepared some coffee and tea, put eggs in the egg-boiler, and, when the temperature was ready, baked off the rolls. And slowly, my headache disappeared.

With a tray loaded with food and drink, I returned back to the bedroom, where Anita was back to sleep. Mollified, I looked at her from the door opening; apparently, somehow she sensed me, and woke up.

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, uncovering her bare breasts. She smiled, but didn't try to cover them up. Her lack of shyness made me happy - she was comfortable with me!

I put the tray on the mattress and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to pull me in the bed; I had to stop her - not willing to spill the food and drinks over the bed.

I took off the bathrobe, trying to be casual around her, too. Of course, she was looking at my body, just like I was looking at hers. It felt so... normal. No pressure, no judgment; like it was supposed to be. I didn't feel naked. I felt accepted and appreciated.

I sat on the bed, and we shared our breakfast the way I imagined new lovers do; exchanging little morsels; a kiss, a few words. And finally, the tray was put aside, and we continued where we left the night before. Stroking, kissing, and eventually we made love again. I felt no pressure and I could hold back for a reasonable time. 

Afterward, I asked her about her feelings - this time I couldn't make her come. She laughed softly and stroked my face. "Don't worry about that. Get used to it. I still can't believe we made it twice yesterday - it had been a long time ago when that happened before."

I looked at her, trying to believe her. "You don't care about that? You don't feel neglected?"

"I don't. Really, trust me." She rolled herself on top of me, and stroked my face. "Do you like that?"

"Of course!" I said, and I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her head away.

"Do you want to come?" she then asked, and I said "No." I had just come before...

"So," she carried on, "it's just like this; I can enjoy intimacy without having to climax. Don't get me wrong, I love it, I need it, and sometimes I crave for it, but other times I feel just as happy without it. What I do want, any time, is your love and attention. At this moment, your love gets me higher than any orgasm in the world."

I think I got the picture.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, and I replied affirmative. 

"And are you comfortable with the knowledge that I won't always come? Because, with you, I don't want to be faking anything!"

I kissed her, and told her that I would try to keep this in mind. And that it was also my intention to be open and honest to her.

Eventually, she pulled herself out of my arms: "... But now I need to pee!"

In the afternoon, we went into town. I wanted to go shopping with her. The picture of Anita in her skirt made me wanting for more. And the idea that I could make her wear such clothes more often - make her more feminine - made me feel in charge, powerful. 

For myself, I never liked shopping, certainly not for clothes. But seeing Anita try one article after the other, seeing how everything fit her, how she made every item look beautiful, made me only thirsty for more. 

Eventually we choose one set - skirt and shirt - by chance, in the same shop. I would have loved to buy her more, but she wasn't comfortable about that - too early.

At the counter, I asked the cashier if she could take the price tags off - I wanted her to wear it immediately. 

It was warm enough to go out in those clothes, but I think my request made Anita shy. There was no reason to be uncomfortable about the clothes; like the skirt she had worn the day before, this one was just below the knees, perhaps a little wider; blue, with a red pattern, and a matching blue shirt, short sleeves. 

She did go back into the fitting room, and came out in her new outfit. I felt high, being in charge of what she was wearing. 

I couldn't express my feelings on how much I liked the sight of it, but Anita wasn't totally happy. Eventually she slipped, "It's nice, but not with those boots," regretting it the moment she said it. She tried to act as if nothing was said, but she was right; she needed matching shoes.

Anita tried to drag me on when we passed the first shoe store, but I was determined to go for it. 

The first shop was no good, the second neither; the third shop had some shoes which were not too bad - we might come back - but in the fourth, we hit the jackpot. As soon as we entered, we both looked at one pair of shoes, and knew those were the ones. Even Anita couldn't deny it. Nevertheless, it was quite a battle for her to agree that I pay for them. I almost gave in, almost, but eventually, I had it my way, and she walked out in the new shoes I bought for her. 

Next was the lingerie shop - before Anita knew it, I had dragged her inside. Bewildered, she looked around, trying to convince me to keep that for another time. I had spent enough. 

But I wanted to complete the picture.

I felt light in my head, high, going along the racks full of underwear. Not exactly turned on, but I can't think of anything describing my feelings any better than that. 

I loved to take out the most beautiful sets, and to imagine them on Anita's body. 

Anita didn't.

She didn't even look at the items I took from the racks.

I noticed.

After the fourth set, I insisted she would give it a look. She hardly set her eyes on it, and then pushed my hand away. This was no use.

I decided to give it up. 

Relieved to be outside again, Anita dragged me onto the first terrace in sight, and invited me for coffee and pastry. There, we had some time to talk things over. 

"Why do you do this?" she started, while waiting for our order, "Why are you buying all these clothes?" 

"Because I like you in those clothes," I said. "I think you've been asking me to take the lead. So far, I wasn't really successful, but this is something I can handle... And something I really enjoy... Now that you are wearing the clothes I have selected, it feels like... It feels like you're mine."

"But don't you like me the way I am?" she asked, sounding insecure.

"I love you, Anita, and clothes will never change that feeling. But why were you wearing a skirt yesterday?"

She remained silent for some time, and then acknowledged: "Because I thought you would like it. And I wanted you to like it."

But I could see her mind working.

"Do you feel cheap, now that I am buying you clothes?" I asked, directly, and Anita nodded.

"It makes me feel like I'm a slut, and I don't like that feeling!"

There was the 'slut' word again.

"What if I'll ask you to buy me a surprise, later on?" I asked, and Anita looked at me, determining.

"What kind of surprise?"

"I don't know, of course!" I replied. "It's a surprise. But I will ask you to look for something that will make you very ashamed, and me very happy."

Looking at Anita, watching her face turning red; I could see that she got the picture...

"So, I just want to buy you some lingerie, and in exchange, I am asking that sacrifice from you." I said, and Anita nodded hesitantly. 

"Do you actually like lingerie?" I asked, quizzically, and Anita shook her head reluctantly.

"Why not?" Somehow I already knew she didn't, but I couldn't fully understand it. "Does that also make you feel like a slut?" And Anita nodded.

"And I don't see the use of buying expensive underwear, if nobody ever sees it," she explained.

"But I will see it!" I replied, "And don't you feel sexy when you know what kind of surprise you're keeping underneath your clothes?"

"Marc always made me wear..." Anita started, but then fell silent. But I got the picture.

"Did you see the type of lingerie that I had selected?" I asked, and Anita whispered "No." Her eyes cast down.

"If you don't feel like wearing stockings, fine with me. I won't ask you to wear a garter belt if you don't want, and I would neither ask you to wear a thong. But lingerie can also be very classy - please, first have a look at the sets I selected for you." I looked at Anita, and I could see her soften. "Just a look; don't feel pushed by me. And then, if you don't want it, fine with me."

We finished our food, Anita payed, and, after a quick cigarette, we walked back to the lingerie shop. 

I directly walked to one of the sets that I liked; dark blue, not very open, with a butterfly pattern. Anita took it in her hands, touched the material, stroked it with her fingers, and said, "This is not too bad."

"Not too bad? What does that mean? Would you like wearing this for me?"

"I think so. Let's keep it for now, and look for some others." At least that was encouraging.

I took some more sets out of the rack. Some that I liked, some that I thought Anita might like, but, surprisingly, Anita would always look a little longer at my favorites. Did I somehow show it?

Eventually, we were left with six different sets, which I placed next to each other. "Which ones do you like most?"

Anita pointed to the first one I'd taken, the blue one with the butterflies.

"And?"

Anita looked at me. "I think this is enough!"

"Not one more? Only one extra set?" I tried, but Anita wasn't in for it and took the other sets away before I could get hold on them.

On our way to the counter, I noticed her peeking a glance over one of the black body corsets on display.

I dragged... 

"It's beautiful," I sighed, staring at it.

"You think so?" Anita asked, feigning disinterest. 

"I wonder how it would look on you; what it would do to you."

"It's okay, but I think it is likely to be really uncomfortable," Anita replied, but I nodded enthusiastically. 

"I would love it if you would wear that for me," I replied, fantasizing.

Anita looked at me. 

"It's beautiful, and it would be fun, pulling the laces tight." I mumbled.

Now Anita stepped over to the body corset; and she let her fingers run over the material. 

"It would be great; going out, with you on my side, walking the streets, knowing that this beautiful piece is keeping your body under control." I continued. "And then, when we are at home, I would be the one, releasing you from its grip..." 

And I noticed a change in her breathing.

I was amazed! I could do it! Anita was becoming aroused just from the mental picture I was painting in our heads! And I knew I had won!!

"Shall we ask if they have it in your size?" I tried.

"But this is way too expensive! Maybe another time." Anita replied without determination. I beckoned a saleslady, and asked if she could look for Anita's size. 

"Don't you think it would look beautiful on her?"

Like only a salesperson in a lingerie shop could do, she measured Anita up with her eyes. "I think it will look astonishing!" I looked at Anita, and saw her eyes shining.

When the box arrived, Anita opened it up, and stroked the beautiful fabric.

"Would you also like to buy some matching panties?" the saleslady asked.

Anita looked at me, and I nodded affirmative. Within no time, the lady came back with three different panties, and Anita selected the one I liked most.

After I paid, Anita swallowed, and asked the saleslady, "Can I put it on?" her cheeks turning red.

The saleslady smiled. "It is beautiful, isn't it? What if you get yourself into it first; then I will come and help lace you in. We will let your gentleman friend wait outside the shop, so you will have a nice surprise for him tonight."

Anita's face turned scarlet; I laughed and left them alone.

It took a while for Anita to show up, and her movements were rousingly ridged.

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing a little kiss on her lips.

"You're gonna enjoy it - putting it on!" Anita said, slightly embarrassed. "Her hands were all over me!"

I laughed, and Anita grinned with me. 

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Yes," Anita said hasty, "your present!"

"Do you have something in mind?" I asked, looking her in the face.

"Oh, yes! You bet!" she replied, dragging me to the outskirts of the shopping area.

Together, we entered the adult store. I'm still uncomfortable about those shops - I prefer the internet shopping, but, of course, that was no option for today! And I knew it only added to the excitement. Nevertheless, before I entered, I scanned the street; checking that nobody recognized me.

Anita, on the other hand, was on a mission and demonstrated no hesitance. Self-assured, she walked along the shelves filled with movies, magazines, dildos and butt plugs, handcuffs and nipple clamps. 

I was glad that we were alone inside except for the shopkeeper, who was fiddling with his mobile phone. Anita was examining one article after the other, asking my opinion - I suspected she was mainly teasing me. 

At the end of our round through the shop, she ushered me out, telling me she needed some privacy. And she couldn't resist telling me that, this time, she wouldn't put her purchases on immediately.

So I waited outside.

I was not sure what she was doing. But, based on the time I had to wait, she could easily get dressed three times. When she came out, with a non-specific plastic bag, she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Did you find something?" I asked, redundantly; her face said it all!

"Oh yes!" she replied. "- Hey, no peeking!"

It was getting late - the shops would soon close. 

"So, where are we going - your house or my house?" I asked; suddenly realizing "Or don't you want to be with me tonight?"

"After all this shopping, it would be rude to just walk away from you!" she said, excited. "And I can't wait until you see your present, so let's deflower my house tonight!"

I was shocked!

We placed our goods in the car, went grocery-shopping and finally had dinner in a steakhouse. The food was reasonable, but our thoughts were on the evening to come.

It was still early when we arrived at Anita's place. "Please, enter," she said... 

"...and let me get your coat!"

I smiled at the memory brought up by that sentence and gave her my jacket.

"Can you put the groceries away, and maybe open the wine? Then I will prepare myself," Anita said. And so I searched my way through her little kitchen, while I heard her rummaging in the living room. 

"Can I come?" I asked when I was done, but Anita required a bit more time. 

Finally, I was told to come. When I left the kitchen, I could hear the sound of a piano. I entered the candlelit living room. heavy with the fragrance of burning sandalwood, on the first sentences of "Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin. 

In the middle of the room, on her knees, facing the sofa, was Anita; head bent down, hands on her knees, only dressed in her body corset and panties.

In front of her were two boxes. One small, square-shaped box, and one the length of a shoe box, but much narrower. 

I placed Anita's glass of wine on the salon table, and seated myself on the sofa, wondering what she was up to.

When the music ended, she softly said, eyes still to the floor, "Ruben, I have had a great day. I love what you have done for me, and I..." Her laptop started another song, and Anita looked up, annoyed, and sighed, "Oh damn... I'm sorry... Auto-continue."

I grinned, and turned the music off.

Anita prepared herself again, took a deep breath, and continued. "Sorry... but what I wanted to say is, I love the way you treat me, I love all the things that you have given me."

Now, she took a deep breath, "I hope... no, I am sure, you like it too ... and I loved it how you took me home yesterday, and tied me up, and how you took the lead this afternoon, and ..."

For a moment, Anita remained silent, but then continued, "Anyway... I told you, I would like you to take the lead... ...And I hope you enjoy playing with me." 

She swallowed. 

"And therefore I bought you some presents, which are actually things I want you to use on me..."

The last words were barely audible; her face was crimson again. 

I knelt down in front of her, lifted her head by her chin, and placed a hard kiss on her lips. She responded ravenously, but I took my face away. 

"So, does it make any difference, which package I take first?"

"I hope you will unwrap me first, Sir!" she whispered.

"Okay, turn around!" I said, trying to make it sound like an order.

Anita quickly complied and turned her back towards me.

I moved closer, on my knees, until my body almost touched hers. I ran a finger over the lace on her back, then cupped both breasts in my hands and used my teeth to loosen the lace. 

I bent over a bit more, kissed her neck, and tickled her with the tip of my tongue, releasing a deep sigh from Anita.

Then, I tried to release the lace with my teeth, I even used my tongue, but the material was too rigid and tight. Eventually, I had to leave her breasts alone, and use my fingers to undo the laces. I tried to remain calm and patient, but my fingers were shaking; it seemed to take hours to get it done.

But finally, the corset came off, and I could once more see her beautiful skin. I placed a kiss on her spine and asked her to turn around again.

I was absolutely thrilled by the sight of Anita. On her knees, only wearing those panties, her eyes obediently focused at the floor in front of her. Anita was also thrilled, seeming to glow and grow under my absorbing eyes. She remained silent, while my eyes scanned her body, but her face and posture radiated pride through her nervousness.




How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 03



"You like them?" Anita asked, when I reached out to touch her breasts.

"I love them! I love every inch of you!" I replied.

"Then maybe you should open the little box now!" Anita said; a thrill of excitement noticeable through her voice.

I took the wrapping from the box, and looked at its content. For a moment, I was puzzled - purple flies - oh wait; little butterflies. A look at the label taught me, those were butterfly-nipple-clamps. No wonder Anita was nervous.

I picked one out, and held it in my hands. I could see Anita peeking at me through her eye-lashes. 

I clipped it on my finger, trying the strength of it. For my finger, it was not too bad, but I wonder what it would be like, on the tender flesh of her nipples.

I lifted Anita's face with my hand under her chin, and kissed her lips softly. "Are you ready?"

Anita nodded, barely visible.

"Have you tested their strength?" I asked, and Anita shook her head. 

"Give me your arm!" I ordered. With my fingers, I pushed some of the flesh from her lower arm together, and placed the clip on top of it. Anita was observing breathlessly, but relaxed when she experienced the strength of the clip.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked, and Anita nodded, nervously.

"So I can put them on your nipples?" I asked, and Anita whispered a soft "Yes!"

There was no need to prepare the nipples - they stood erect, but I couldn't resist and briefly sucked on the first. A soft moan confirmed that Anita was ready for this. So I took the butterfly and carefully pushed it over the dark flesh, slowly letting the clip grab the meat.

Once released, I sat back a little, watching Anita's face - which was focused and excited - and the butterfly. I softly pulled the clamp, checking if the clip was tight enough, which made Anita suck in some air.

Then I took the second one. "Are you ready for more?" 

"Yes!" excitement and impatience slipped through her whispering voice.

I let my tongue play with the second nipple for some time and then attached the second butterfly. While slowly releasing the clip, I watched Anita's face. She didn't even notice my gaze - being completely focused on her breasts and the clips - but no more than a slight tension was expressed by her mouth, a little flash of her eyes was all I could see when I let the clip go.

Again, I sat back for some time, taking it all up. Anita grinned relieved - so far, so good - and I told her she looked "sexy as hell!"

"Can you move?" I asked, causing Anita to shift backwards on her knees. 

"No," I said, slightly embarrassed but also excited, "I mean, can you move your breasts; can you make them bounce?"

Yes, she could!! Her face brightened up, she straightened her back, and started bouncing her breasts. First a bit hesitantly, but when she noticed my excited grin, she put more energy in it, and let the butterflies fly.

I watched this exciting show for some time, but eventually told Anita it was enough. Slightly out of breath, she was panting and waited for my next move.

"Should I also unwrap the last present?" I asked, but then Anita stopped me. 

"First something else!" she said, with a husky voice, trembling from nerves and excitement. "Can you stand up?"

I did, and stepped in front of her. Anita also rose up on her knees. She reached out for me, and unbuckled my belt. Then she unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled out my erect cock, carefully guiding also my balls over the elastic band of my pants.

I stood frozen - totally excited, not knowing how to handle this situation. I just waited.

Anita put her hands on my hips and brought her face close to my cock. She waited a bit, and then placed a long, wet stroke all over the shaft, creating a shiver down my spine. Then she sat back a little, looking at me, and all I could do was stare back at her; my arms dangling along my body; forcing air through my lungs.

Then she moved close again, I think she was collecting saliva - a crazy thought ran through my mind that, perhaps I should offer her some water; her mouth was probably as dry as mine - but then she showed she could perfectly handle the situation without my help. She placed a second lap over my cock, playing a little with her tongue around the head, and then sat back again, observing the effects.

The effects were such that I could hardly stand on my legs, which were trembling in excitement. Once more, she came close, and this time, her tongue pushed over my balls, making them move around. I had to grab her head, to prevent me from falling. 

She looked up at me - her hungry, excited eyes - and all I could do was smile at her. I hoped it was an encouraging smile, perhaps a desperate smile; I received the desired reaction.

While I was holding her head, Anita started lapping my cock, from balls to top, and back again. I was shaking, and really needed to hold on to her, to prevent me from falling.

Again Anita looked up. "You like?" she asked, cheeky, and I nodded fervently. "Me, too!" she replied, and went back to focus on my cock. 

She took my shaft with one hand at the base, and pulled it horizontally. And then she wrapped her lips around it! My muscles tensed even more, and I held my breath.

I could feel her sucking me in until my tip touched the back of her mouth. Then she pulled her head back, rubbing her lips around my shaft; her tongue tracing the underside of my cock. She didn't let me slip out completely, but sucked me in again.

She brought her free hand to my balls, caressing, softly stroking them. Then she released the other hand from holding my shaft down - so my cock was now pressing against the upper side of her mouth - and used that hand for kneading my ass through my jeans.

My hands, on top her head were fondling her hair. No, grabbing and releasing it.

Anita sucked, licked and rubbed my cock, my balls, kneaded my cheeks, and I was losing it again.

"I'm coming!" I whispered, but Anita didn't seem to notice. 

"Please, I'm coming!" I whispered once more, this time more urgent, and I tried to push her head away. But Anita resisted, and held on to my hips with both hands. I groaned, shook, and shot my load into her mouth. 

But still, Anita didn't let go. Instead, she kept sucking, and I think I even saw her swallowing. "Oh my god..." ... was all I could whisper.

Finally - after my cock ended spurting its load, and had somehow managed to soften a bit - Anita let it slip out of her mouth. 

I looked at her face. It seemed still hungry for more! Her eyes shining excitedly; her lips forming a satisfied - no, smug - smile, her hair a mess from my grabbing hands. I think there was a spot of cum at the corner of her mouth.

"I can't believe you did that for me!" I finally panted. "It was... amazing. You don't have to do that, you know, but..."

Anita looked at me. I guess she noticed my gaze on the spot. She touched it slightly with the tip of her finger, and then used her tongue, still slimy from my cum, to lick it away. All the while keeping her eyes fixed on me.

I was sure she wanted to shock me, and she did; my eyes were wide open, and there was nothing I could do about it.

But that wasn't all.

She blew me a kiss, and then said: "Kiss me!" trying to blow a bubble with my cum.

Gross!! I envisioned the scene in 'Good Will Hunting', with the girl telling the joke of the old couple, and I felt bile rising. 

But she had done this for me! How could I deny her anything? 

I swallowed, put my cock back in my pants, and went down on my knees; I pushed her onto her back, and I kissed her. No holding back. 

Apparently, that was not what Anita had been expecting, and for a moment, she tried to hold me off, but eventually she joined me in a passionate kiss, tongues included, giving me a taste of myself. Like they say, it was salty; there was a strange, spicy taste. Bitter? Acid? I couldn't place it. Not something I liked. But the excitement; the love I felt for Anita; the sexual atmosphere, made me get over it. Appreciate it. Made me wanting for more.

With Anita on her back on the floor, and our lips connected, my hand followed its own way; first fiddling a bit with the butterflies on Anita's nipples, then sneaking into her panty. She was truly soaking wet - I wondered if she had come, unnoticed to me, while she had given me the blowjob. The fabric of her panty was soaked up with her juices, and before I knew it, one, two of my fingers slipped inside her.

The kisses became more urgent, and her hands were at the back of my head, holding it in place. Until, all of a sudden, she stopped, pushed my head away, and then stopped my hand that was playing with her pussy.

"There is more!" she said with a croaking, hoarse voice. "Please unwrap your last present!"

For a moment, I felt like ignoring her, just taking her there and then, but I gave in.

Anita went back on her knees while I stood up, and picked up the second package. I wasn't sure, but I thought I had seen her looking at some of the more fancy vibrators. And I could definitely make use of one now!

It wasn't a vibrator, or a dildo, or a plug. 

When the paper was removed, I saw a black leather flogger. 

For a moment, I was shocked - even uncomfortable - having this in my hands. But then I remembered the spanking, only a day ago, and I felt a heat spreading through my chest.

"I'm amazed!" I said, teasingly shaking my head. "It is as if I told you to go to a candy shop, to buy the sweetest thing you could find, and seeing you come back with a large bottle of vinegar."

I think, this reaction shocked Anita, and she looked at my face to read my mind. But when she saw my childish grin - my eyes hungrily drawn to the leather - she said "Not vinegar, Tabasco!"

I laughed at her comparison.

"Anastasia loved it!" she mumbled, and, when I looked at her, non-understandingly, she added "Fifty Shades of Grey!"

I tried to open the box, but finally, impatiently, I went to the kitchen for a pair of scissors.

I took the flogger out and felt its weight in my hand; my other hand caressing the leather strands. I flicked it with my wrist, letting the strands land on my other hand, to check its effect. And then, slightly harder, I hit my thigh. It felt okay.

I looked at Anita, tapping the flogger in my hand, licking my lips, and told her to lie down on her back. She complied quickly, and I sank down on my knees besides her.

"You remember the safe words?" I asked, and Anita nodded.

"Tell me!" I said, and she quickly replied, "Yellow and red!"

"Are you nervous?" I asked, and she replied, "Excited!"

"So am I!" I said, and I started stroking the leather strands over her body.

However, I wasn't sure about the nipple-clamps, in combination with the flogger. "Shall I take them off?" I asked, softly pulling at one of them, and Anita nodded, silently. I released one, and, like it happens in the stories, Anita sucked in air, to deal with the pain.

And, like it happens in the stories, I bent over, and tried to suck, lick and kiss the pain away. 

A bit later, the procedure repeated itself for the second clamp.

I put them on the table, and started stroking Anita's body again with the flogger. The strands licked her belly, then her breasts; I slowly dragged it over her neck let the strands tickle her chin and cheeks, and then let them run downwards again. I shook the flogger a bit, tickling her belly with the strands, and pulled it, slowly, all the way to her soaking-wet panties. They had to go, those panties, I decided. I hooked my fingers behind the elastic band, and, while Anita raised her buttocks, I swiftly pulled them down, tossing them aside.

Now, I let the flogger first run over the soles of her feet, causing her to giggle. Then I ran it along the inside of one leg, all the way up, over her pubic area and back along the other leg. And then the other way around. 

"Do you like it?" I asked, and Anita nodded. 

"I asked you, do you like it!" I said once more, and this time Anita whispered, with great effort, "Yes Sir, I like it... very much!"

I let the strands run over Anita's pussy-lips, and I saw her body tremble. I did it once more. And again, and again.

Then, I lifted the strands with my other hand, and released them; letting them fall on her belly. Anita panted, her mouth half open, her eyes closed. 

"And, do you like this?" I asked, and Anita muttered "Yes, Sir, it feels really good!"

I softly flicked my wrist, making the strands fall on her body again with the same result. I moved the flogger up her body, softly patting the strands on her skin; careful in the beginning, especially when I reached her breasts, but I could see her excitement, and thought I could use some more force. 

"Are you in for more?" I asked, and Anita whispered "Yes, Sir. Please!!"

I decided she had to stand up, so I would have access to her whole body. I helped her stand up, wobbly on her feet. Worried that she might fall, I grabbed a chair from the dining-table to hold on to. Then, I positioned myself behind her, and started stroking her back with the flogger, running it from her neck to her buttocks. I shifted to softly tapping the strands on her back, slowly building up the strength a little bit; still too soft to cause any pain, but strong enough to deepen her panting. 

I could see how Anita enjoyed this feeling; her deep breathing, her eyes closed; and I knew that, some other day, I would ask her to use the flogger on me.

I moved in front of Anita, and patted her belly and breasts again. Then I told her to spread her legs, so I had access to the insides of her thighs. I let the strands touch her pussy lips, carefully checking her face, and I could only detect more arousal. 

I moved to her back again, and increased the strength of the blows a little bit more; still not painfully, and Anita reacted with a moaning sound escaping from her mouth.

"You like it, don't you?" I asked, and Anita replied, "Yes, Sir, I do. But a little harder please!"

I hadn't expected that answer. But neither had I expected the thrill it gave me, and my eagerness to increase the strength. Apparently I did have a sadistic streak.

"Is this okay?"

"Harder!"

"And now?"

"Harder!"

I was hitting, not full strength, but harder than I thought to be comfortable, leaving a red glow on Anita's white buttocks. Anita panted heavily. "Is this still okay?" I asked, worriedly, but Anita nodded. It took her quite some effort to tell me, that this was hard enough; that I had to continue this way.

My blasts had covered all flesh of her ass, giving it a red glow, and I wondered if I should continue on the rest of her body, and if I could use the same amount of force. I didn't feel comfortable, hitting her back, but moved my blows downwards, along the back of her thighs. 

"You will tell me when it gets too much, right?!" I panted, worried she would not let me know. "I am afraid for pushing you too far!"

"Keep going!" she replied through her ragged breathing. "This feels sooo... intense!"

With this force, it was easy to see where I hit the flesh, as indicated by the red marks. And I made it my target, to cover all of her skin, first standing at the back, later in front of Anita. However, I was careful to stay away from the tender flesh of her pussy.

When I moved up to her belly, I saw her squeezing her eyes together, tears flowing down her face. I worried, and started to take back a bit, but Anita encouraged me, "Keep... ... going!" 

Then I arrived at her breasts, and I hesitated once more.

"Do it!"

The flogging had turned me on. Big time! The sound of the impact; the glowing red color; the breathing and moaning of Anita; the intensity on her face! But hitting her breasts almost made me come again! The view of the soft flesh, shaking, bouncing away; Anita's screams, first muffled and withheld, but eventually left out in one long moaning whimper, varying in height and strength. One part of my brain worried about the neighbors, the other part couldn't care less. I paid way more attention to her breasts than to any other part of her body. 

At first, I was taken aback when the strands, by accident, hit the soft flesh around her nipples, causing her to scream out even harder. Eventually, that was what I aimed for. I would observe her face; see how her eyes opened wide, the muscles in her jaws and neck contracted, and listen to her scream. She would cower, and I would tell her to stand up straight... And she would try. She really would try! Try to do as I ordered, until the next blast. 

I wasn't worried anymore about her tears - They seemed to be good; an outflow of tensions, emotions, pain? But I did worry about the next step. 

"Anita!" I said, and she opened her eyes.

"Anita!" I said, once more, slightly harder, and she replied a soft "Yes, Sir?"

"I am going to whip your pussy, and I want you to tell me how you feel about it. After every hit, I want you to say 'yes' if it is okay, and 'no' if it is too hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I held the flogger in front of her, strands dangling down to the ground, and then I swung it to her pussy. The strands hit her in the middle of her slit, and impact sounded like a splash; drops of her juices flowing around.

"Yes!"

Slightly harder,

"Yes!"

More,

"Yessss!"

After five blows, I couldn't hold it anymore. I dropped the flogger to the floor and ran to her bedroom, looking for condoms. 

Then, I remembered putting rubbers in my jeans pocket the day before. 

Hastily, I fetched one. 

Rudely, I pushed Anita on her back to the floor. 

I pulled my jeans and pants to my ankles. 

With shaking hands, I tore the package open and somehow managed to roll it down my cock.

I let myself drop on my knees, positioned my cock, and slid in with one, uncoordinated trust. It didn't matter - Anita was so completely wet, my cock found its way without any effort.

Anita was trembling, her whole body shaking under mine, and, when I trusted myself in her again, we were moaning together. I wasn't able to hold back, but there was no need for it, as Anita was already balancing on the edge. In five, six trusts, I came, and Anita came with me. She shook, and shook, and shook, her yelling embarrassed me, but also made me feel proud... competent.

I got her a glass of water, made her sit up, and I could only look at her; at her exhausted, heated, worn-out body; her eyes, unfocussed, staring at nothing; her breath, still not under control. This was my work! Unbelievable!

After a while, after she finished her water, I helped her slowly standing up. 

I filled a can with water, asked where I could find a blanket, undressed myself, and sat down on the sofa. I motioned Anita to place herself between my legs; I covered us and started stroking her, nibbling her ears and her neck. 

Within a minute, Anita was deep asleep. I kept softly stroking her, absorbing her. 

About an hour later, I woke up again. Anita was also awake, reaching for some water. Then she leaned back again, resting against my chest.

And then we talked... and talked... and talked some more.



How She Draped My Net Around Her



Now that we had gotten this far, I felt confident and pointed at her bra. "And take that off, too," I said.

Her mouth narrowed, but she didn't resist, and a moment later, the bra followed the blouse. 

Again, she covered her breasts with her arms, but I told her to take her arms away. Reluctantly she let her arms dangle at her sides, which gave me a good view on her breasts. They were not very big, but round and firm. The white skin indicated she probably never went topless; her nipples stood erect. 

She was clearly uncomfortable with me examining her body, perhaps also fearing what would follow, but for now I was satisfied. I told her to sit down and finish eating her lasagna. 

We still had about half the lasagna to eat, which I really enjoyed, even though it had cooled down some, but Anita pushed her plate away after a few forks-full. I didn't want to keep telling her to eat, so I let her stop. However, I did tell her to sit up straight with her hands either on the table or at her side, but not hiding her breasts. 

Meanwhile, I tried to keep the conversation going. The subject was fixed -- whether Anita liked it or not -- I wanted to know more about her ideas and expectations. And so I learned that her biggest dream was to belong to someone. She didn't want to be treated like an animal or a slave, but following the one she loved, doing everything he asked, seemed like the best way - the only way - to show her love and her dedication. Needless to say that trust was the magic word, and that was what she has been missing in her previous relationship. Her former boyfriend had been great fun; he was spontaneous, energetic, resourceful, full of surprises, but at the same time, that was the problem. For her, his unpredictability was a burden. She couldn't rely on him. He wouldn't keep his word, and she never knew what to expect. For him, everything was a joke, and he didn't mind building his jokes around her, so several times she was left in pain. As a result, she didn't feel safe to share her submissive desires with him and to put her faith in his hands. Nevertheless, she was docile enough to follow him to the end of the world, in this case, to where she was now, but breaking up eventually felt as a relief. 

I told her that she put quite a burden on my shoulders, and I asked her if she wasn't going too fast, putting her faith in my hands while only knowing me for a few months, or a few hours effectively, while she didn't trust her previous boyfriend even after several years. 

She told me she had been observing me and was convinced about my care and feeling for responsibility. 

"Wouldn't it be better, easier, to have a cuddle and kiss relationship, instead of paddles and whips?" I asked her, which made her, finally, fortunately, laugh. 

She said she wasn't looking forward to the paddle. And the whip was out of the question, but cuddles and kisses were more than welcome. However, trusting me, putting her faith in my hands, blindly following me would take away her anxiety and give her peace of mind. And enduring punishment would ensure her that she could both pay for her imperfections and prove her dedication to me. 

I told her this wasn't the relationship that I had dreamed of: I preferred to live as equals. I don't want a life in which I constantly have to suppress my life companion, but now she ensured me that I was misunderstanding her. She didn't ask for suppression. We could easily pass life as equals as it is quite common that, in a healthy relationship, one of the partners has the final word. If this was accepted by both partners, then there was far less room for disagreement and contention. 

I was worried that she was taking this way too fast. We were having a great evening with promises for the future, but I preferred to take it one step at the time. Nevertheless, maybe due to the wine, her honesty or a dark desire in my heart, I felt playful and happy, and looking at two bare breasts filled me with eagerness and desire. I wanted to exploit my suddenly obtained control, and, pointing at my empty plate, I told her to do her job and empty the table. However, this again caused Anita to hesitate. 

"Now what?" I asked her. "You just told me you're dreaming to obey, and I'm asking you one simple question and you start dragging again." 

"Yes," she replied, "but the kitchen window; there are no curtains, and like this..." 

I understood, and told her she could wear her blouse in the kitchen. 

She brought our plates to the kitchen, and was halfway back to the table when I commanded her to stop. Puzzled, she stood still. 

"I told you", I started, "that you could wear your blouse in the kitchen, but now you are not in the kitchen anymore!" 

She stood there for a moment, and then started, "Yes, but do you mean that..." 

"I think it is clear what I mean!" 

"But... Do I really have to..." 

"Anita! Come here!" I ordered her, and she hurried to the table. 

"Come closer!" I said, and she stepped right beside my chair. 

"Now take off your blouse!" I commanded, and within no time, the blouse was off. 

"There you are!" I said, "Is that such a big thing to do?" and she shook her head. 

"I asked you a question!" I said, and she whispered "No." 

"I gave you permission to wear that blouse in the kitchen but only there. I was kind enough to remind you on that, and now you start arguing with me. Is that what you want?" I asked, and again, she whispered a soft "No." 

"Then why," I continued, "why didn't you do what I asked you?" 

"I wasn't thinking," she replied. 

"I will help you remember to think next time!" I snarled. "Pull up your skirt!" 

She hesitated. 

"Come on!" I admonished her, "You're not making things better by keeping me waiting!" And now she slowly lifted her skirt. I pulled her even closer, dragged her knickers down to her ankles, and then pulled her over my lap. She shrieked. I raised my hand, and smacked her hard on her left cheek. She yelped in shock and pain. 

"Quiet!" I hissed. "I don't want the neighbors calling the police on us," and I smacked her again, this time on her right cheek. She sucked in air, but otherwise remained silent. After I hit her two more times, one on each cheek, I told her: "Perhaps you should start counting." 

And when I hit her again, she mumbled, "Five." 

I laughed sarcastically. "That's not how it works. The counting starts from the moment you start counting." I didn't give her much time to think about that and hit her on the other cheek again, but she got the message, and now started counting starting from one. 

She was panting but her voice was clear. However, not sure how far I could go, I stopped at ten.

According to the stories I had read on internet, now was the time to push my finger in her pussy and feel her wetness. However, for me, that was still several steps too far, and I just told her to stand up. 

Slightly shaking, she was standing next to me, pulling her dress down. 

"Are you OK?" I asked her, and she nodded. 

I pulled her wrist, and said, "You must have read about this many times before, so you know what's next." 

Confused, she stared at me, and, as if correcting a little child, I asked her, "And what should you say?" 

Now she understood, and replied, "Thank you, Master". 

"I'm no master." I told her. "I've got my doctorate, but, on the other hand, I don't think I'm really mastering this game very well. If you want, you may call me Sir, but only on occasions like this. Otherwise I think it is childish. It doesn't fit me." 

She nodded again. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked her. "Is everything OK?" 

She gave a weak smile and replied, "It could be worse." Her eyes shined, perhaps partly from held-back tears, but it was clear that the spanking had turned her on. "I thought it would be more painful." 

"Careful what you wish for." I warned her. "I stopped because my hand was stinging, but next time that won't stop me, because I'll use something else to hit you." 

"Sissy!" She replied with a wry smile. "It seems like you enjoyed it," and she was right -- in my mind, I was already thinking of using kitchen spatulas. 

"I think you can continue clearing the table," I told her. Anita hesitated a bit, and then bent down to pull up her nickers, but I told her to take them off. "Sooner or later you would have to take them off anyway." And without hesitation, she stepped out of them. 

Now, Anita first brought all things from the dining table in front of the kitchen door, then put on her blouse, and moved everything into the kitchen. Thereafter, she followed the reversed procedure -- She put some plates, fruit, ice cream, pudding and whipped cream just outside of the kitchen, closed the kitchen door, took of her blouse, and placed our desert on the dining table. 

I was surprised how easily she played her role now; how quickly she seemed to be accustomed to the fact that she was bare-breasted. Apparently, my taking control released her from her shyness. She carefully sat down and told me to help myself. 

Already full by the main dish, I only took a bit of fruit. Anita, on the other hand, hadn't eaten much of the lasagna, but seemed to have regained her appetite, and ate an impressive amount of ice cream. 

When she was finished, I told her that a cup of coffee would be a nice ending of this meal. She looked at me in shock, and stammered that she hadn't thought of coffee, and asked if tea would be OK. 

"If you've been observing me for some time, you would certainly have noticed that I take coffee any time of the day. So how can you invite me without having coffee!?" 

She bend her head, and with her soft voice, thrilling, probably also from excitement, she suggested me to punish her for that. 

"It seems you'd like that!" I laughed, "But no. I'll keep it in mind, but not now. Go clean up the dishes, and I'll have a look around here." 

I watched her for a moment, but after I saw her putting the plates in front of the kitchen door, I went to her bedroom. 

I looked through her wardrobe and noticed that probably the only skirt in the house was the one she was wearing right now. It occurred to me she might have bought it just for the occasion tonight. I could only find baggy trousers, jeans, oversize jumpers and t-shirts. The underwear I found was functional but not seductive. I took out a set of clothes, which I secretly put in my bag, and I continued nosing around, opening shoe-boxes containing sneakers and one pair of boots, I looked in jewelry boxes holding a watch and a matching set of a shiny black-stone bracelet and necklace. 

Continuing to the bathroom, I saw shampoo, conditioner and shower gel, toothbrush and toothpaste, and a comb, but nothing I was looking for. 

I called Anita, who came rushing in. Suddenly, noticing my disapproving look, she froze, and in no time her blouse was off. 

I sighed and shook my head. "You still don't get it, do you?"

"I thought you would like to see me immediately!" she replied. 

"Don't you argue with me!" I said. "Maybe it's time to take off your skirt, too!" 

Her face turned crimson, but she didn't complain and slowly pulled the skirt down, shriveled, and waited for my next move. Now I saw her in her full glory, and it certainly made my heart beat faster. With a lump in my throat, I told her to stand straight and to pull her shoulders back. She was clearly ill at ease, but straightened her body, showing me her neatly trimmed pussy; and the control I had over her turned me on. 

"Turn around," I said, and she slowly complied, exposing her firm, white buttocks. 

"How do you feel about this?!" I asked, and she stammered, "Nervous, but OK." 

"Good!" I replied. I felt the urge to touch her, to explore her body, but I resisted. "Where are your sex toys?" I asked her. 

She stood paralyzed for a moment, but then silently she walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a small vibrator from behind the socks. 

"And the rest?" I asked, but she shook her head. "This is all." 

"Is it working?" I asked her, but again she shook her head. "I have no batteries." 

I put it on the bed, and I was about to leave the bedroom when she said, "There is one more thing" and the pulled two large bundles of thick, blue rope out of the drawer. 

"Rope?" I said, amused, and she grinned shyly, nervously. 

"I really like the idea of being tied up," she confessed, and I had to admit to myself that I liked that idea too.

I walked to the hallway and saw I remembered well. There was a long beige trench coat hanging, and I told Anita to put it on for me. 

Seeing no harm, she put it on without hesitation. 

"Do you have matching shoes?" I asked, and she put on a pair of medium long black boots. 

"Give me a show!" I encouraged her, and she walked up and down the living room. 

"Very nice!" I said. Then I told her to turn off the lights. She looked confused, but I told her to move on, and she went around the house to turn off the lights. 

In the meantime, I quickly sneaked into the bedroom and collected the vibrator and ropes, and put them in my bag along with her clothes I'd confiscated earlier. 

When I escorted her to the hallway, Anita started to panic. "I can't go out like this!" she squeaked, but I told her not to worry -- the trench coat sufficiently covered her body, and no one would guess that she was naked underneath. 

She told me she didn't like the idea at all, and wouldn't do this. 

"Housekey!" I ordered, ignoring her objections, and it surprised me that, although clearly unwilling, she dragged back into the house without further protest, and got me the key. 

I locked the door behind us and walked through the street, Anita dragging behind me, head down. 

"Walk on!" I scolded her. "I want you next to me!" and she scurried next to me. "And keep your head up!" 

A new wave of resistance came, when it dawned to her where we were heading. 

"Where are we going to?" she asked in a high-pitched voice "I can't go anywhere like this. Please take me home!" 

"Quiet!" I told her. "Do you want people looking at us? You're absolutely fine. The coat covers more than that skirt did, and unless you misbehave, no one will have a second look at you!" "But... but I want to go home!" she whimpered. 

"Do you have other plans -- do you need to be somewhere tomorrow?" I replied, and she shook her head. "So be quiet then!" 

I really got the hang of it and dragged her on. About a minute later we arrived at the bus stop and five minutes later we stepped onto the bus. I paid for both of us, and took seats opposite to each other. We sat down and I looked at her face. It was white, but her eyes were shining. 

"Are you OK?" I asked again, and she sighed, "Yes, but I really don't like this." I shrugged and looked outside. 

I live just outside of a small village, and it took twenty silent minutes of glaring to her reflection in the window to reach the bus station where we went out. 

"It's up to you." I told her there. "If you are coming with me, you can't go back before tomorrow. You have to realize that, with only your coat and boots that you're wearing at the moment, no money, no telephone, you will be totally depending on me. If you're not ready for that, you can take the next bus back home. No hard feelings; I can escort you back if you want. What is your choice?" 

Without hesitation, she whispered, "I will come with you." 

"Do you understand your vulnerability?" She nodded and mumbled, "I trust you." 

I retrieved my bike and told her to sit on the back. First I cycled to the little shopping center. 

"Finally I will get my coffee!" I said, pointing at the cafeteria, which was still open. "In the meantime you can go shopping." 

She looked quizzically. 

"Buy another bottle of wine for tonight, and breakfast for tomorrow -- be creative. Some bread, orange juice, tea for you, eggs, you know what to do. And get some condoms." 

It was obvious she didn't want to go in public; she looked pleading at me, but I didn't give in but continued, "Oh, and perhaps you'd like some cigarettes? And don't forget a lighter!" 

Despite her misery, she now looked gratefully at me. 

"You know where to find me when you're done." I took some money for myself and gave her my wallet along with the code for my debit card. 

Fifteen minutes later, I'd finished my coffee, and she had finished shopping. After ten more minutes, we arrived at my house.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. 

"Please. Enter," I offered. 

"...and let me take your coat..."