It was a date like any other date. Well, almost like any other date that is. The hostess greeted us with one of those "I have to" smiles, and I gestured for her to follow the hostess to our table. As I walked behind her, I could not help but steal a few glances at the subtle, gentle side to side sway of her skirt as it clung to her oh so feminine curves. I pulled out her chair for her, as I was raised to do, and she gracefully took her seat. Always a lady, and for this date at least, my lady. But unlike I was raised, I gave her a smile as I pictured what it might be like to raise that skirt and land a couple well deserved shots to that swaying picture perfect ass that had been walking in front of me. She gave me slight smile as I slid her chair up to the table, slightly jealous of the good fortune the chair was having.. lol.
The wine came first, followed by the appetizer and main dish. What did we have? I have no clue, something with a great Italian name, but nothing that really is burned into my memory. We had some small talk, spoke of things we had done and wanted to do, so very very vanilla conversation. It was what was happening in my mind that I recall the most. Looking at her eyes as the light bounced off them, sparkling more than the wine. Her hands, so soft, gentle, elegantly in motion. Everything about her was alluring, enticing, entrapping. She was vibrant, intelligent, seductive, and well aware of it. After dinner we talked some more, finishing up the bottle of wine before heading to the door. I led her to the truck, opening the doors of course, and stealing some more glances, feeling like a kid swiping a tootsie roll at the drug store.
I asked her if she would like to come over for a time, or should I take her back to her place. She gave a coy little smile and informed me there was nothing she wanted to do at her place, but would not mind some more wine. So we drove to my house, more vanilla along the way. Once inside, I set the lights to a dim hue, and the giant screen to a fireplace scene, so we could continue our conversation. I poured the wine and settled in next to her, when out of the blue came a question I was not prepared for.... "So tell me", she said with a nervous smile, "what do you use that rope for?", as she pointed at the cord of colored jute I had mistakenly left sitting out after practicing some new ties two nights before.
My mind raced for an answer to explain it away, to make it a normal object for this vanilla conversation, but how do you do that...lol. "Nothing not mutually agreed upon" I answered with a half smile. This opened a door in the conversation, and before I knew it, we were talking about how rope could be used in a relationship, or even just for a night for that matter. We talked of dark fantasys and secret pleasures..., hers and mine alike.. It was obvious she had never been active in the lifestyle, but it was equally obvious she had a strong desire to explore it... I finally confessed that it had been a part of my life for some time, a revelation that sent her into a flurry of questions.....
I agreed to answer her questions only if she allowed me to explain the answers my way. She agreed with reservations, and posed the first question... "Why use rope? wouldn't it be easier and faster to just used restraints such as handcuffs?" Certainly, I replied, but allow me to demonstrate. I retrieved some toys from the playroom, and told her she would have to trust me to understand. I gently tied a silk blindfold about her head, and moved in behind her. I took her hands one after the other and secured them with a pair of handcuffs, as she let out a small sigh. Now how does that feel I asked of her...... exciting! she replied almost immediately.
I released the handcuffs as I instructed her to remain blindfolded. Taking a rather long piece of rope, I put her hands behind her back again, and slowly created the "S" shape of rope between her hands, letting the rope flow over her hands with each loop before closing the loops in center, securing her hands. With the second length of rope, I positioned myself behind her, pressing against her lightly as I wrapped the rope around her body, just below and above her obviously excited breasts before looping it around her neck to finish outlining her perfect chest. "now tell me my dear, which experience do you prefer?"
Before she could utter her answer, the lights began to get brighter and brighter, and I heard the all too familiar voice of Alexa wishing me a good morning, and rattling off the news and forecasts of the day.... it was a wonderful day really, I smiled all the way through it.... :)
