I'm [34M] a professional by day, but live an adventurous life outside the clinic. I travel to lots of conferences for work and enjoy meeting lots of different people and socializing. Sometimes these meetings are plutonic and sometimes they have a spicier agenda. Lately I've been chatting with a women we'll call Sally [28F]. Sally has always wanted to be tied down and forced to orgasm over and over, but has never had the opportunity in her past relationships. We talked about it and exchanged photos and made plans to meet up after yesterdays conference sessions.

We met in public first to get to know each other better and to make sure we weren't going to steal each others kidneys. Immediately there was an attraction. Sally was around 5'4" and slim with curly brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. I'm 6'2" with a slim build, thick brown hair and green eyes. After a drink and some good conversation, she invited me to her home. As I was restraining her to the headboard, arms tied outwards and legs spread, I could feel her trembling. We chatted and joked while I worked and that seemed to help put her at ease. There was only one rule tonight: it was all about her. She didn't want pain. She didn't want to think or to try. Her pleasure was to be my only priority.

There's a special moment that occurs whenever you're doing bondage. It's a moment of realization that happens to the person being restrained when they realize that they're stuck and there's nothing they can do about it. It's a moment of "oh shit" that comes over them as they test their restraints for the first time and realize that they aren't moving. Then they look at you and understand they're at your mercy. I watched Sally's face as she had her "oh shit" moment.

I started slowly. My hands gently worked their way up her legs and found her pussy, already dripping wet from anticipation. She shuddered and closed her eyes when I touched her. I began working around her clit slowly while my other hand found her nipples. After several moments I slid my fingers in and she moaned. She was already warmed up. So I began fingering her. As the moments passed I felt the tension build in her body. She pulled against her restraints but it was futile. After another couple minutes she was on the edge of orgasm. That's when I pulled away, smiling mischievously. She looked at me, wounded. "Please," she whispered. How could I resist? I plunged my fingers back in and within seconds she was back on the edge. Her breathing caught in her throat, her whole body tensed, and then she came, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I slid them out, dripping, and played with her clit a bit, making her jerk and shake. After a few more seconds she looked up at me. Her eyes weren't nervous anymore, she seemed hungry.

I spent the next 45 minutes pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her. I found her dildo and alternated between that and my hands. At that point she was so stimulated that it only took seconds for her to cum. Just for fun I then decided to kneel down and put my face right up to her pussy. As she felt my breath she realized what I was doing and let out an excited whimper. I put her pussy in my mouth and began eating her out. She thrashed with new energy and quickly came against my tongue. After several more orgasms I could feel her getting tired. Fatigue sets in quickly in these situations. I slowed down and brought her back to earth. She could barely speak. I untied her and brought her her bathrobe. I asked if I could go to the kitchen and get her water and a snack. She just nodded and smiled. I searched her fridge and came back with a couple cold drinks and something to eat. We cuddled close in bed together, enjoyed the food, and just talked. All barriers gone, the conversation flowed. It was a simple night, no clamps, whips, or floggers. No vibrator. No expectations or pressure. Just.... bliss.