There is something so simple about the feeling you get from giving please to another. Knowing that your full focus is falling on them. It’s almost as if you fade away in the background of the moment, the writhing woman you call yours in front of you. Your fingers twisting inside of her as she presses back full force for the taste of more pleasure.

Tonight she strode into our designated meeting place with the look of someone who has a goal and is willing to do whatever it took to achieve it. Her eyes darted across the room looking for her partner for this evening. I caught her glance waving my hand above my head pointing to the elevator that we decided to meet at. There seemed to be something about this meetup, as if it was a clandestine meeting between two agents with important information. However, what it really was was two giggly thirty something’s that had decided that this was their time to be alive.

The ride up the elevator was filled with idle chit chat about what they might be doing and how big the bag that he was carrying was. No doubt, she thought, filled with things that he was going to use to take care of her entire being. It had been a bit of a struggle to get here but they both found themselves ready and willing to participate come what may. He brought out the keycard for the room, bringing it to the door with a green light and a click inviting the two into their makeshift bedroom. Rental space seemed to be the way to go especially since they were both going to be getting to know each other more.

After he set down the bag they got down to the brass tacks of what the plan was for the evening. He bent over and grabbed the zipper on the back pulling out premade bindings for her. He had spent hours working on the intricate knots that pulled tighter for the caught but would loosen for the captor. He attached these bindings to the edges of the bed posts turning around to see that she had been waiting quietly, watching his workmanship in the moment. Her face lit up when he met her gaze. A quiet moment before the action where they connected. Each giving themselves over to the other in this, their shared world.

He took her by the hand and kissed her lightly at first, slowly lifting her shirt over her head, breaking the kiss momentarily. Then he planted himself back against her shoulder. Kissing down her clavicle while his fingers worked to undo her bra. The clasp releasing their warm large payloads from their light binds ironically to be introduced soon to their more aggressive counterparts. He took the time to kiss down her body slowly as he undid her pants sliding them down with his hands while biting lightly at her hip. Bringing his hands back up a last time to pull away the underwear to leave her exposed.

With her completely disrobed he brought her over to the bed laying her down gently while continuing to kiss her up her arm letting his nails follow until they left her skin to attach the binding. He did this ritual for each of her four limbs, pulling them tighter against each corner until he could tell that she could no longer move for lack of slack to the lines. He retreated back to his bag to grab a ball gag for her mouth pulling open her mouth as she locked eyes with him. His blue eyes staring deeply into hers as he fit the gag between her teeth and around her neck. She had begun to breath faster at this. The anticipation to be completely out of control taking her over in the moment. her skin began to grow flush as her heart rate climbed.

Then, he began in earnest. First he ran his nails up and down her sides, looking to see which places garnered the most response from her nerve endings. Each movement of her skin, a registered response as he locked in, a scientist over her experimental form. Letting his nails run over her bare chest taking extra time around her nipples to circle them as she slowly unconsciously moved her hips slowly up and down. Then her made his way down her thighs to her calves and to her ankles. The bindings pushing into her skin already beginning to leave a slight mark where she writhed back and forth. The stimulation of his nails turning the knob of pleasure slowly up inside of her.

As he reached back up to feel how wet she already was he took a moment to admire the heat radiating from her pussy. It pulsated slightly as he ran his nails up her thighs. He realized that this is where he would begin. The taste exciting him enough to lay into her. His beard around her slit brushing against the skin as he took her delicate clit into his mouth to suck on slowly. Pulling the skin up and into her mouth under the cupping shape of his lips. he brought his younger through this opening to twirl along the outside of it then pressing deeply against it again and again. She moved her hips slowly, sensually, but he knew that she needed to have the spikes of adrenaline for better orgasms. So, as he played with her clit he let his hands roam to her thighs and grip. At first lightly, activating their sense, so she could feel the weight of his hands against her skin. Then gripping tighter, the blood flowing to each thigh as the body responded to the first winces of pain. Then even tighter still, gripped hard so that the radiating tightness sent shockwaves of pain pleasure to her brain.

He heard his first muffled moan mixed with a yelp at the pressure building. Keeping one tight he brought the other wide bringing it down forcefully against the side of her hip. The blow she instinctively pulled away from as he rode with his lips like a cowboy on his bucking horse. Leaving skin raw he then removed his lips as he buried the same hand deep inside of her. Two fingers pushed up and in as his palm lay on top of her pelvis. He pushed his outer knuckles against her opening. Grinding them against flesh as he strummed her walls on the inside. His greedy mouth now making its way to her right breast. Taking it into his mouth and suckling hard. The blood rushing to the nipple as he could feel the heat of her chest turning it red. His other hand leaving her thigh and grabbing her left breast hard in his hand. Squeezing it tightly to leave a hand print for later.

He could feel the tension mounting as she bucked into his hand again and again until a first shuddering wave of orgasm ran through her skin. Raising her pores so that they made the hair stand up along her body. Releasing her nipple from his mouth he looked up as she pulled her head up to meet his gaze.

“Good girl, one down, six more to go.”