The first things
he took out were several silk ties. Quite stylish ones, actually. He laid them carefully on the
coffee table, lining them up with each other. "These, obviously, are ties. I can use them to tie
you to the bed. I can use them to tie you into a position. I can use them as a blindfold, or as a
gag if you get too noisy. Sometimes I'll use the gag first, so that you can be as noisy as you like
without anyone hearing." Next he removed a small sponge bag. After spreading a towel on the floor,
he laid the contents of the bag onto it. "KY. For obvious reasons. Though usually my women are so
wet by the time I penetrate them that we don't need it. A razor and shaving cream. Part of giving
up control, of the trust I have mentioned, is to let me shave you bare. A cunt with no hair not
only looks more exciting, it is easier to play with." I was shocked at him using the C-word. James
looked at me. "It's part of the control thing. Since childhood we have been taught that certain
things, certain thoughts, certain words are all forbidden. Part of the joy of both domination and
submission is letting go those forbidden things. In order to push the limits, we have to find them.
I will use vulgar language, as my mother called it. Sex should be an earthy, felt thing - not an
academic exercise. Would you rather I fucked your cunt, or inserted my male member? Notice the
difference?" More things were coming out of the sponge bag. "Condoms. I know we don't need them.
But if we get into anal sex, it's easier. I can fuck your ass, and then your cunt straight away if
I take the condom off. But otherwise I need to wash in between and that can spoil the moment.
Vaporub. A little bit on your clit can go a long way. It warms you up, so to speak. Now this little
thing -" James held aloft a little metal device "this is a nipple clamp. I can put it on your
nipple - one for each nipple - and tighten them. Hold out your hand." I held my hand out. Selecting
my little finger, James applied the clamp to the end of it. "See it doesn't hurt, it's just
pressure. But it keeps your nipples stimulated while I pleasure the rest of you. And from time to
time I can tighten it, see." He tightened the screw. The pressure increased, reached the edge of
feeling uncomfortable. "I never go tighter than you can bear - sometimes I don't need to tighten
them at all, just having them on is enough." James unscrewed the clamp and placed it with its
partner on the towel. The contents of the sponge bag were all out. James returned to his larger
bag. Next were thong sandals, like you wear on the beach. "The next few things are for "hitting",
as you put it. But not necessarily for "hurting". Hold out your hand." Somewhat reluctantly, I held
my hand out. He slapped it with the sandal. It made an amazing 'thwack' sound, but really didn't
hurt too much. A sort of sting, followed by heat. "These are good for sound effects and warming
up!' James commented. Then came a couple of rulers. A standard school wooden ruler, and a wider
plastic one. The sort I use in the office - the sort that was in my briefcase now. James motioned
for me to hold out my hand, and again he gave me a test whack. The plastic one hurt more than the
wooden one, and they both hurt more than the sandal. The last whacker James had was a leather belt.
About 3 inches wide in brown leather, with a fancy buckle on one end. Something guys wore a lot in
the 70s I think. "This one we would use much later on, if you wanted and needed it. I won't test it
on you." Whew, I was glad to hear he was talking about some limits the first time - I was beginning
to get concerned again. So far my emotions had been on a roller coaster - aroused, frightened,
excited, curious - and a whole range of unnamed feelings had been swirling around me. I wondered
what else was in the bag. Out came a standard-looking vibrator, but one with several attachments in
a box. "Vibrator. I can please you with it, or you can please me. There is a degree of mutual
pleasuring in this, you know. This fitting is good for nipples. This one for finding your G-spot.
Have you found it before?" "Not very successfully." My throat was dry, my voice tense. "Well, that
can be a pleasure in store, can't it. This fitting is for my prostate". James looked at me "yes, I
like a vibrator up the ass. It's good when I get sucked off." He certainly was serious about
breaking the inhibitions. "This smaller vibrator is for your ass. Sometimes a vibrator in the ass
can really make the difference." The difference to what, I thought. Next he brought out a much
larger, thicker dildo. It looked like a joke one from a porno shop, it must have been twelve inches
long and four inches round. "This is for giving your cunt a real good stretch. Sometimes you need
to feel as if you've really been fucked, been filled to the brim, and this baby is good at doing
the job. Now what else have I got?" James felt round in the bag some more. He reminded me of a
travelling salesman, showing off his wares. "Aaah, rope. I was looking for that." First came a
length of thick plaited rope, probably as thick as my thumb. "This is good for the visual, for
showing you your bound hands, for getting into the mood. We'll find out if you're someone who likes
props or not. And this cord," now James brought out a package of thin cord - like clothesline cord,
"this is good for real binding. Some people like to be bound up like a package. It's good too for
tying up your tits." Tying my tits? What the hell was that all about? I felt nervous again. There
were still more treasures in the bag. A bag of clothes pins "for clamps". Handcuffs "for the
visual". A gag with a penis shaped mouth piece "to give you the feeling of cock in your mouth if
I'm fucking your other end." James was not pulling any punches. He was leaving nothing to the
imagination. A couple of porno mags (bondage mainly) "for suggestions. Also, you might like posing
like some of the sluts in the magazine." I recoiled at the slut word. "I can see we'll have to get
through your language barrier," James commented. It appeared that was all James was going to show
me. Although there was more in the bag, he clipped it shut and said "what do you think?" Looking
down at the array of James' treasure in front of me, I was surprised to see how ordinary it all
looked. Apart from the dildo, porno mags and penis gag, there was nothing I didn't really have
myself on this trip. I have clothes pins and cord for my washing - I don't like sending my
underwear out for strangers to wash. By having me look at and touch the items, I already felt
somewhat comfortable with them. I didn't know what to say. "Do you want to go ahead?" James voice
cut through my thoughts. "I'm a bit overwhelmed" I confessed. "I like the idea of the sex, of some
of the things. Some things I'm not sure about, some things I'm pretty sure aren't me." "Tell you
what. Take out of the pile anything you are not interested in trying. We're only talking about
today - not a lifetime. Take out anything that just doesn't appeal. And then decide if you want to
go ahead. I guess I don't need to tell you my thoughts on the matter! But it's entirely up to you."
I studied the pile. First I looked at the items on the towel. Razor and cream - yes. I'd never been
shaved before. Vaporub - no. KY- yes. Condoms - don't know. I held them in my hand, yes? Or no? I'd
always wanted to try anal sex. James had obviously done it before - probably many times. Maybe now
was a good time for me to try? "If you're not sure about something, we can have a maybe pile" James
voice was soothing. The condoms went into a third pile. Nipple clamps - maybe. The whackers - NO.
Well, maybe I'd try the sandal. That wouldn't hurt too much - would it? The ties - yes. I liked the
idea of being tied up immensely. Vibrators? The standard one with accessories, yes. It wasn't too
different from my own one, and I did want to give James some pleasure too. It was like shopping in
a sex supermarket. The penis gag - maybe. No. Maybe. "What aren't you sure about?" James asked. My
throat was dry. "Um, well I'd like to try being gagged. But I'm not sure about the penis part."
"You mean dick, or cock, don't you?" James voice was harsh. "Yes, the cock part." "We could use one
of the ties if you liked" Yes, that was better. I put the thick rope and the porno mags into the no
pile. The cord went into the maybe pile. What's the point of trying bondage if I don't let him use
the bindings? That was all. James scooped up the no pile and shut them away in the bag. The maybe's
he left in the living room. The yes pile went into the bedroom. I notice he walked in without
asking. I was waiting for him for some time until he returned. "Well Sam. Now's the time. You've
had plenty to think about. You've thought of some of the possibilities. There's no rush. We'll just
take each step as it comes, and you've got your safe word if you want things to stop. Now it's time
to choose. Do you want to try this adventure?" Chapter four I sat there on the sofa, my mind
whizzing. Dimly I was aware of the waves breaking over the stilts that held my bure above the
water. Room service had been, I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I listened to my inner voice, my
soul. Maybe this was what I had been looking for? I knew in my heart that I could trust James -
that I would be safe. If it didn't work out, well, I hadn't lost anything, had I. The lawyer in me
thought "Worst case scenario?" Well, I wouldn't like it, I'd use the safe word, James would stop
(and I knew I could trust him to stop), I say thanks but no thanks, and we carry on in the office
as if it never happened. It was a risk I could afford to take. "Yes." I looked James in the eyes.
"Yes, I'm scared, but I'd like to try." "Sure?" I nodded. "Okay, come over here." I walked over to
the other sofa where James was sitting. He held out his hand, and I took it. He patted the sofa and
I sat down. He held my head with both his hands, and gently kissed my lips. "I'm very proud of you,
you know. You're prepared to venture into the unknown. If it doesn't work out, I will still always
respect you for the trust you have shown in me and in yourself. Life is a risk, but it is through
the risks that sometimes we find joy.

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" James held me close and kissed me again. He tasted of the
strawberries he had just eaten from my fruit plate, which was still sitting on the table. His lips
were soft yet insistent. My mouth parted instinctively at the brush of his tongue, and he slid his
tongue in to meet mine. We kissed for some time, short soft kisses and long deep wet ones. The kind
my mother always called "Hollywood kisses". As we kissed, James' hand slid down to caress my breast
through my Tshirt. He focussed his fingers on my nipple as it swelled to greet him. His kisses
continued as he slid his hand under the shirt, up my skin and under the bra to touch my flesh skin
to skin. He circled the nipple with his finger, then two fingers, then squeezed it. Not too
painfully, but enough for me to notice. "You like?" " I like." He continued, kissing down my neck
and around and back up to my lips. He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, my forehead. He sucked
and kissed my ears, nibbling on the lobes. "You like?" "I like." I reached for his chest with my
hand. James caught my wrist, and laid it back on the sofa. "For now, I do the work. Lie down."
Obediently I lay back down on the sofa. James slipped off to kneel beside it. He continued to kiss
and stroke me over my upper body. Eventually his hands lifted my T-shirt. "Up" I sat up and James
peeled the garment from my body. He reached around and undid my bra with one hand. My breasts fell
free as he slid the straps down and removed the bra. "They're beautiful." James fell upon my
breasts with kisses. He sucked the nipples, he nibbled the nipples. He sucked and kissed around the
nipples. Again I reached for him, and again, he placed my hands back on the sofa. It felt so
strange, like in a dream. All this guy wanted to do was please me. I wasn't allowed to please him
at all, at this stage at least. When I thought of the number of guys who just fiddled enough to get
me wet, then jumped on for the ride! And they wondered why I didn't phone them back again?! Taking
both my hands, James sat me up and kissed me some more on the lips, fingering my breasts as he did
so. "Come with me." He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Now I saw what had taken him so
long. A bowl of water was sitting on one nightstand, with all the shaving equipment beside it. On
the other nightstand were the various items I had selected. My heart gave a jump and my vagina a
lurch when I remembered what we were here for. I felt nervous again, and trembled. "It's all right.
Don't worry." James held me close and kissed me some more. I could feel his hardness through his
trousers. It felt promising! James reached in front and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. He
wrestled them down my body then lifted each foot off the floor, removing the pants leg as he did
so. Kneeling, James reached up and slid down my panties - pink silk ones that matched my bra.
"Stand still, you're beautiful" James surveyed my body from his position sitting on the floor.
"Turn around. Slowly." Despite my embarrassment, I slowly turned around for him. I held myself
tall, letting my breasts jut out and pulling my tummy in. Not that it sticks out, you understand,
but I did want to show off my best features. James reached up and slid his hand over my hip, around
my butt. Tracing the curves of hip, of ass cheek, of ass crack. Not fondling into the secret area,
but stroking all the skin that was on display. "Come and lie down" I lay on the bed, in the centre
where James had stacked a pile of bath towels. He sat beside me and leaned over to kiss me. The
kiss continued for some time. "You like?" "I like" He kissed my breasts again, sucking on one
nipple whilst pinching and gently twisting the other, then swapping sides. James walked over to the
nightstand, and brought over four ties. He laid them over my stomach. Initially the silk felt cold,
but it soon warmed to my body. I quivered with nervousness again. Soon I would be exposed. Soon
nothing would be private. Did I really want to do this? Selecting one tie, James carefully wrapped
it a couple of times around my wrist, then tied a tight knot. Not tight so that it would hurt, but
tight so that I wouldn't forget it was there. He lifted my arm up to the top corner of the bed,
then reached down below the bed and fastened the tie to something - the leg of the bed, I guess.
Then he reached over and kissed me again, smoothing the hair from my brow. Another tie was
selected. Moving to the other side of the bed, James fastened that arm to the opposite corner of
the bed. I now lay naked, with both arms pinned up and out from me. I tested the ties, there was a
bit of give in the fabric but not much room to play with. They really were tied - James certainly
meant business. It felt strange being so naked and exposed, while he was still fully dressed. He
leant over and kissed me thoroughly again. "You like?" "Um, I think so ^Å" "Remember your safe
word?" I nodded. "Use it if you have to." James sat down near the end of the bed. He stroked my
leg, then lifted it and gently sucked and kissed each toe. He sucked and kissed the instep and then
each toe again. "When you are ready, I want you to open your legs wide for me." My heart raced.
This felt way out of my comfort zone, and yet he hadn't really done anything. It was the
vulnerability, I guess. The being open. Giving up control to him - doing as he wished. James
patiently sat and waited. After a time - probably seconds, though it felt like hours - I did as he
requested. I separated my legs and spread them for him. "Wider." I sucked in a deep breath, and
spread them wider. Nothing was hidden now. I could feel the sea breeze flowing over my delicate
parts. James sat still, then walked to the end of the bed. He studied my most private place.
Without thinking, I began to close my legs, to keep some privacy. "Wider!" he demanded. I obeyed.
James turned and grabbed a stack of spare pillows from the wardrobe. "Lift" he commanded. I lifted
my bum and he slid some pillows under the small of my back, between the sheets and the stack of
towels. My pudenda (such a lovely old fashioned word) was totally on display. James selected the
third tie and bound a leg to the foot of the bed, roughly pulling it further across to the edge of
the bed. He repeated with the other leg, then turned away from the bed and walked into the living
room. Both legs were spread as wide as possible, my very secret places open to view like they had
never been before. I wished I could use my hands to cover myself. I wasn't too sure about this.
What now? I thought. To my surprise, James returned with one of the chairs from the dining table.
He seated himself at the foot of the bed, so that my ladies department was in his direct line of
vision. "I want you to get used to being open and vulnerable. There will be no secrets between us.
I will ask you questions, so that I can get to know you better. You should try to be honest with
me, for your own benefit. You can use your safe word if you feel too uncomfortable, but if you do
we stop here. Nothing further will take place. Do you understand?" "Yes." "What's this?" James
pointed to my breast. Surprised, I answered "my breast." "No, it's a tit. What is it?" "A tit."
"Good, I want you to get rid of all the nice words your mother made you use. We don't use nice
words here. What is this?" he pointed to my genitals. "My ^Å cunt." "Good, you're learning. What's
this?" "My clit." "And this?" "My vagina" "Your what?" "Vagina. That's all I've ever called it."
"It's your hole. Or your cunt. But mainly your hole. Do you like cocks in your hole?" I flushed
with embarrassment. James' viewing of me and his questioning were pushing me further than I had
been before. And this was just the beginning. "Yes. Sometimes." "Have you ever not liked a cock in
your hole? Honestly, now?" James must have guessed I was tempted to lie. But I knew that honesty
was the way to go if I wanted to get the most out of this. "Sometimes." "When?" "When they have
just thrust in, and pounded away like I was a piece of wood." "Good. I promise I won't do that to
you." Somehow I knew James meant it. "What's this?" "My ass." "Do you like getting fucked here?"
"I've never tried it." "What do you think about it?" "I like the idea, but I don't know if I would
like it for real." "Very good. I can see you're being honest. This is good for both of us. Do you
always come?" "Mostly" "Do you wank yourself?" "Sometimes" "When was the last time?" I squirmed.
These questions were getting really personal. James was looking straight up my vag ^Åcunt as he
spoke. I wonder what he could see? "Um, this morning." "How did you do it?" "Do what?" "Get
yourself off?" "I used a vibrator." "Ohh ^Å I see." James raised an eyebrow. "Is it here?" he moved
to the nightstand. "No, it's in my suitcase." "Well, we'll have to see that later. Do you ever come
more than once?" "Sometimes." "When?" "Sometimes when I wank myself. Occasionally with a lover."
"What do they do to make you come again?" "Well, I can usually come quite quickly if they suck me
off. And finger my cunt at the same time." I thought I'd impress him with how quickly I was
learning. "Then if they finger my cunt while I ride on top of their cock I have been known to have
another one or two then." "Verrrrry good. You are learning quickly. Now, is there anything else I
need to know?" James mused to himself. "No, I think that's all for now. Soon I will gag you and you
won't be able to speak again." He kept doing that. Just when I was getting comfortable, he pushed
the boundary again. But I did like it. In retrospect, I liked the questioning. I liked feeling open
- and not just because my legs were spread as wide as they could go. Because there was no pretense,
because we were getting down to the basics of it all. James turned to the bowl and shaving
equipment and moved them over beside me. "Don't jiggle, or you'll make the bed all wet. You OK for
this?" James looked me in the eye and held my hand. "You're doing really well - you have no idea
how well you're doing. You will really benefit from this, I can promise you." Having reassured
himself that all was well, James began to remove all my pubic hair. Sorry, to shave my cunt. 

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