1 comments/ 11197 views/ 2 favorites Nerves By: RainyK She was nervous. She'd experimented a lot before, but not with him, not with someone who seemed so experienced, not with someone she was into like she was into him. She'd been tied up, spanked, she'd done things he wouldn't even guess at. She was filthy and loved all these things but for some reason with him, she was nervous. He was confident, sexy, an unexpected God in the bedroom. He was intelligent, good with words, strong. He was not her usual type but she vowed to change that from the moment she met him. They'd talked about fantasies, they'd shared past stories, they'd teased and turned each other on to new levels over the months. They'd fucked, they'd fucked hard and fast, they'd fucked soft and slow, they'd spent a lot of time in the bedroom and had loved every minute, loved learning how to turn each other on, how to drive each other crazy, but there was still so much for each of them to learn. She'd been holding back for some time, her past relationships had taught her to hold back and this had somehow transferred to the bedroom, the worst place for it! She struggled to let go, to give in to raw, carnal desire. She struggled to come, to let her body truly release. But she was learning and he was a good teacher. He was making her relax, slowly pulling her out of herself and showing her the benefits of letting go when she was alone with him, naked and horny. So why was she so nervous? She'd agreed to give herself over to him, to let him be her master for the night. She didn't know what he had planned but she knew he had experimented a lot before and she knew he was dirty. He'd been rough with her before, but she'd had a lot worse and it was nothing she couldn't handle. She was nervous because he pushed her boundaries, he did this outside the bedroom so how could she not be anxious when she was going to be naked and vulnerable. But she was going to go through with it, she wanted to give herself over to him, she knew she wouldn't regret it. She was hoping he wouldn't let her pull back, that he'd force her to do whatever it was he wanted, she liked it that way anyway. Just thinking about it turned her on. She'd said she would let him do this but he wouldn't tell her when. She'd arrive home from work or arrive at his place to see him and each time she'd be a little more anxious, but a little more turned on. He played this game with her for a while, to the point where she was so turned on by the idea of what might happen that her panties would be soaked through by the time she arrived at his place. I think that's why he liked this game. But on the day it happened she wasn't prepared, she arrived home from work and he was waiting. She was surprised, he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her softly, he was being so gentle. He began to unbutton her shirt and slowly slid it off her shoulders, she shivered with anticipation. She could feel herself getting moist just with the gentle kisses he was giving. He was teasing her, being gentle when she knew what was to come. He lay her down on the bed, still kissing her tenderly, his strong tongue brushing against hers sent her mind to other places. He undressed her slowly, taking his time, caressing and kissing every inch of her body. He softly kissed down the side of her torso, following her curves, tickling with his tongue but he was struggling to be so gentle. He found himself with his strong, manly hands holding her waist hard, pulling her toward him, kissing became biting. Her heartbeat quickened and she could feel her body flush, the heat between her legs intensified and she could feel her juices soaking through her panties. Her breathing became deep and she was struggling to control the urge to jump on him. He had her topless, lying on her back, a flush of colour across her breasts and her hard nipples showing her arousal. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head, he told her not to move and she obeyed. She watched as he pulled some rope from his bag and came towards her. Her every instinct told her to move, to say no, but she fought it, she wanted this and she would give in to him. He came towards her and told her to stay still as he began to bind her wrists, not softly. He tied them tight so that they rubbed hard against the soft skin of her wrists, but the feeling just increased her excitement. She thought about how hot she felt between her legs, how wet her pussy was and she blushed, embarrassed by how easily he could turn her on. As he finished binding her wrists he kissed her gently and looked deep into her eyes. She was about to speak when suddenly his hand slapped her hard. He hadn't given her permission to speak. Her jaw stung with the impact but as the pain subsided she realised the slap had not been as hard as she first thought, she hoped it wouldn't get any harder. His mood had changed. He grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down her legs. The panties he liked, he said she could keep them on for now. She was still stinging from the slap as he turned her body over so he could see her arse. He stroked it, soft and firm, he leaned forward and bit it gently, she was beginning to relax when she felt his hand smack down hard and firm against her exposed behind. The slap was not gentle but it wasn't a hard slap either. Luckily past encounters had taught her she had a high pain threshold and she knew she could take a good spanking and come away bruised but happy. He must've realised this because he whispered in her ear that by the time he was finished she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. He smacked her bare arse with all the strength he had. Her eyes watered. After that almighty smack he calmed down. That's not to say he was gentle, what he did was far worse. He would smack her firmly but gently, her cheeks were glowing and every now and then he would throw in a hard fast spank. Her arse was on fire and her cries were not helping. She wriggled but he held her fast and smacked her harder for the movement. She moaned and begged him to stop. He wanted to see how she really felt about her spanking and so reached round to feel the crotch of her panties. Her excitement was given away. He told her she was a dirty whore for enjoying a spanking and that far worse was going to happen before he was finished. She was in pain, but she was so turned on by it. Yet still she begged him to stop. He pulled down her panties, soaked with her arousal, and shoved them hard into her mouth, he secured them there with more rope and told her to enjoy the taste of her own pussy while he enjoyed her bruised arse. The spanking lasting a long time. She was vulnerable. Naked, wrists bound, lying face down with a red and bruised arse, unable to scream. He flipped her body over and began to tie her ankles to the corner of each bed. She was embarrassed, her legs were spread wide, her wet pussy on show and there was nothing she could do about it. She struggled against the ropes but they just burned at her ankles. Her wrists were stretched and secured above her head which made her breasts stand out, her nipples hard. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them hard, the feeling made her eyes water still but her pussy gushed with juices. She had never been so wet. She struggled against her binds and tried to tell him it hurt, his hand came down firmly on her exposed pussy, he gave her two hard slaps between her legs, her body tingled. He reached round and pushed two fingers hard inside her, he was definitely not being gentle anymore. His fingers pounded her pussy hard and she could hear the noises made from her wetness. He told her she was a bad, dirty girl for allowing herself to get so turned on. She blushed. He pushed up her arse and put cushions beneath her. Now she was even more exposed. Her lips glistened from her juices, they were covered and it was slowly dripping down to her arse. He soon realised this and encouraged it, he rubbed from her clit round to her arse and took full advantage of her position. He rubbed gently at her arsehole and she felt herself tense. He told her he was going to take advantage of her arse whether she liked it or not so she may as well relax and make it a lot easier. She was so turned on but didn't know if she wanted this, she struggled against the ropes and he loved seeing her squirm. He put his face against her pussy as she attempted to release herself and wriggled uncontrollably. She moaned through her panties as he rubbed his face against her and lapped at her juices with thirst. He pushed hard against her clit with his tongue and she gave over to the sensation, feeling an orgasm building as he sped up the rhythm. She was so close but as she could feel herself beginning to come he pulled away and slapped his hand hard against her pussy, telling her it wasn't yet time. She winced and groaned against the panties in her mouth. He took out a blindfold and fastened it around her eyes. She was terrified, she couldn't even guess what he was going to do. Things went quiet for a while until she felt his knees by her shoulders, she felt his hands untie the homemade gag and she felt the head of his huge, hard cock push against her lips. She knew better than to talk, she knew better than to struggle. The spanking he had given her had taught her to do as she was told and so she accepted his hard cock into her mouth and let him fuck her mouth as if he was fucking her pussy. She couldn't move, she couldn't scream, all she could do was let him pound his stiff dick into her mouth and moan as he came closer and closer to coming. She felt humiliated, but there was nothing she could do and as much as she wanted to wriggle out of her restraints, her pussy still flowed with her excitement. She found herself loving what was happening and he must've realised as he became even harder as she moaned against his cock. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and told her not to speak. She obeyed and didn't know what was happening until she heard a faint vibration. He pushed something hard against her pussy, it felt huge. He pushed the vibrator slowly into her pussy, her lips stretching to take it all in, she was so wet it slid in easily but she still moaned as she felt how huge it was. He slapped her hard for that and resumed his previous position, giving her no warning before shoving his cock hard into her mouth. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting and fucked her mouth as she was brought to the edge of ecstasy again. As they both got closer to coming he stopped and forced his cock deep into her throat. She opened her throat for him, wanting more of his incredible dick inside her while the vibrator filled her cunt and sent pleasure through her body. He pushed his cock far down her throat many times before he didn't pull it out again. Her air was cut off and she couldn't breathe. She waited for him to pull out but when he didn't she began to panic. She had so much pleasure coursing through her and it was heightened by the fact that she couldn't breathe. But it was scary, she struggled against him, against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. She struggled against the rising excitement because she knew she needed to breathe. He did not move, he pushed his cock further down her throat and moaned at the feeling while she struggled for air. She became light headed but still the orgasm grew, she could hardly struggle anymore through the choking his cock was giving her, she became still and yet still the orgasm grew. Her body shook and as it reached its peak and he pulled his cock out of her throat but continued to mouth fuck her as she gasped for air. She could not fight back, she gave in. Her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as the orgasm travelled through her body. He began to come, exploding his come into her mouth and forcing her to swallow his sweet semen. Nerves This is my first attempt at writing a story so please bear with me and excuse my mistakes as I am sure there will be many. I hope that it is an enjoyable read, and please feel free to comment and or send feedback. Thank You. This is unfortunately a work of fiction with the exception of the references to myself. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Ken a 42 year old straight man. I am told that I am fairly attractive, and I consider myself to be in decent shape for my age. I do not workout and have gotten a bit soft. I still smoke and have since my time in the Marine Corps. I stand 6 foot 2 and weigh in at 225 lbs. I am still strong as an ox due to a lifetime of physical labor. I have never been married and have no children. I have not been in a relationship nor have I dated seriously for almost 10 years due to back to back heart crushing break-ups. I know men can be bad, but women can really destroy a guy. I have some wonderful friends which keep life enjoyable, and I have found that internet assisted self gratification also gets me through. This is where the real story begins. I not unlike many other guys use the internet primarily for the abundance of porn to aid in masturbatory stimuli. Over time the typical porn had become boring, so being the dedicated man that I am I started to explore various fetish sites. A few years ago I came across a site involving shemales (a term I now know is not preferred). At first I was just curious but that quickly turned into fascinated. The women were incredibly beautiful and I was instantly hooked. I find myself now desiring to be submissive to a transsexual "top". I have joined sites as well as found many free ones to spur on my fantasies. I joined a transsexual dating site about a year ago but have had no success in meeting anyone in Connecticut. It seems that every other state has many more "tops" than here( the grass is always greener). I have recently started looking into TS escorts and have found a few sites. After several months of searching and working up the nerve I decided it was time to just go for it. Several sites show escorts that are visiting the area, but I was weary of them. I chose to contact a girl that lives locally as I figured it would be a safer bet. I chose an ad for a woman named Tiffany and after several starts and stops called her. It was a Thursday afternoon leading into a four day weekend. She answered the phone and I was greeted to an extremely sexy feminine voice. I told her about myself and, I learned that she was 28 years old 5 foot 9 and having seen her picture in the ad I knew she was sexy. We talked for about 5 minutes and she asked me when I would like to meet her. We settled on the next day(Friday) at 11:30 am. I told her I was looking forward to it and we hung up. I spent Thursday night grooming myself like I hadn't in years. The night seemed to last forever as I was so excited about the next days prospects. I hardly slept at all. Friday morning mercifully arrived. I got up showered, shaved, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, and started clock watching. I left the house to meet Tiffany at a restaurant near her home. I arrived early as is usual for me. I got a table for two and awaited her arrival. It wasn't long before the hostess showed her to the table. I was struck speechless. She was more beautiful than any photo could capture. She was wearing high heels, a black mini skirt that showed off incredible legs, and a white blouse that was loose fitting but could not hide her ample breasts. Her blond hair was just past her shoulders and, she has the most stunning blue eyes I have ever seen. I stood as she approached smacking my knee on the underside of the table and spilling our waters(I am so graceful). I managed not to get soaked as she and the hostess laughed. We sat after I assisted in the clean up of our table. We ordered drinks that I hoped would calm my nerves down a bit. We chatted as we waited for our lunches but despite my best efforts my nerves were taking over. We ate and after I paid the check we went outside. Once in the parking lot she told me to follow her to her condo. It was a short 10 minute drive but, it felt like hours. I parked and followed her into her house. She turned to me in the entry way and asked if I had her "gift". I handed her a white envelope containing the suggested donation. She took it and placed it on the counter along with my keys and lead me into the living room. She sat me on the sofa and went to put on some music before joining me. She returned and sat next to me placing a hand on my thigh that sent shockwaves through me. I was already getting hard and she noticed tracing her fingernails across my jean clad cock. Then it happened. My nerves went into overdrive and I started freaking out. I tried to talk myself down but to no avail. I was shaking like a leaf. She tried to calm me down saying its okay, don't be nervous. I was too far gone. I apologized as I stood up and said I have to leave, I cant do this. I made my way to the counter and grabbed my keys. I stopped and apologized again and told her to please keep the "gift". I was reaching for the door handle when every thing went black. I was startled awake to the odor of smelling salts. My head was pounding and for a moment I didn't know where I was. As my senses slowly returned I realized that I was bound to a sofa chair. My legs to the front chair legs, my arms down the sides to the rear chair legs. I started to struggle against my bindings to no avail, it was then I noticed I was naked and gagged. I looked around frantically but saw no one. Looking down to check my leg bindings I saw that my cock had been secured in a chastity device. It was then I heard her voice say, don't worry you wont be needing to use that today. I could not see her. I tried to yell at her to ask what the hell she thought she was doing, but the ball gag allowed only mumbled sounds to escape. I was yanking on my tethers and wiggling side to side desperately trying to free myself when she came up behind me, yanking my head back. I looked into those amazing eyes that had now turned menacing. She showed me the stun gun and said you need to calm down or this will calm you down. I immediately fell silent and went still. She released my head shoving it forward. It was then I actually feared for my life for the first time in many years. The only thoughts I could muster were to tell myself to calm down, get a grip, do as she asks, and you just might make it out of here. She slowly walked in front of me placing the stun gun on the coffee table. I looked to her with pleading eyes that suddenly went wide as I took in the sight before me. She seemed to tower over me now. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her. She was wearing black high heels, black stockings hitched to a garter belt, black leather boy shorts, and a black lace corset. She turned back to the table to grab a cigarette and I was staring at the single most beautiful ass I have ever seen. As she turned back to me lighting her cigarette she said, you like what you see? I could only nod as she leaned forward exposing her incredible cleavage to my eyes. I must have made a face from the feeling I was having from my cock trying to get hard locked in its cage, because she giggled and reached down grabbing and squeezing my balls saying, awe poor baby, seems like your little man is trying to show his approval of me. She released her grip on my testicles with an evil grin. She turned back to the table and picked up the white gift envelope I had given her earlier. She opened it, counted the bills, and said to me, you have paid for 3 hours. She went on saying, we lost one over lunch, another when you, umm blacked out, so what am I going to do with you for the last hour? Then her phone rang. Picking up her cell and saying hello, she stood before me. Yes this is Tiffany she said to the caller. I thought about trying to scream, and she must have sensed it as she just looked to the stun gun then back to me. I sat in silence as she went back to her conversation. She told the caller, no honey I am sorry, I am not taking anymore appointments today, or for the rest of the long weekend. I have plans, but please feel free to call me Tuesday. Hanging up the phone, she looked at me smiling and saying, I guess you are all mine for the next four days. Whatever shall we do?