After a comforting evening of talking over dessert, we both realise we do not want our night to end.
So we don’t.

Just as we are about to enter our room, I ask for the key. I blindfold you with the scarf I’ve been wearing all evening. The silk, lingering with my scent, glides over your eyelids, as the pressure starts to build in your chest.
Your breathing is ragged – uneven, heavy – and you’re genuinely nervous, and this brings me so much joy.
You’re nervous, and you still trust me.

I open the door, grab your hand firmly, and guide you in – me leading the way.
The cool air and quiet of the room hits us, and we let out a deep sigh. There’s a subtle charge to it – like it’s waiting, just like you are. I keep you at the door, standing there.
You obey.
I don’t speak. I let you listen instead. The sound of the door closing behind us. The click of the lock. The soft pad of my footsteps on the floorboards as I move away from you. Me turning on the night light. Me walking back to you…

You can’t see me now, but you can feel me. My presence wrapping around you even before I do.
I pull you towards me, towards the end of the bed, and start to undress you.
Your belt, the one that held your jeans and shirt in place, now lying at my feet.
I unbutton your shirt while whispering “I’m happy I met you tonight”, as your nicely fitted shirt joins your belt at my feet.

You bite your lip to stop from moaning when I unbutton and unzip your jeans, but I still hear the excitement. I can see it too – you poked me a little. You step out of them slowly, placing your hands on my shoulders for balance, as I pull your jeans down. As I rise, I trail my nails up your thighs. I look up towards you, and I trace your lips with my fingers – my chest touching yours, and now I can fully feel your excitement.

I circle you twice, slowly, finally stopping behind you. I let my right hand graze the back of your head, your shoulders down to your wrists…while my left hand crawls up your chest and is now wrapped around your throat. Not holding, not yet – just reminding you who’s in control.

I whisper for you to stand still. You obey.
And then, finally, I begin.

Now facing you, I fall back on to the bed behind me, and say “follow my voice. Climb on top of me.”
You obey.

“Now.. move slowly down to my hips and stay there.. “
Again, you obey, letting out a “yes, Ms. Gold”.
You stay there, breathing deeply, with your nose now poking me.
“Open your mouth, and pull my tights off. Carefully! Slowly. Use one hand to help you, the other holds my waist..”

And you obey. You listen. You bite me on my hip bone before wrapping your lips over my hosiery, leaving a little trace of saliva on my body. You’re still blindfolded, but you know I’m watching you. My breath now ragged…

You steady yourself for the challenge – moving your head to the left and for the second time, you bite me, letting me know the first time was no accident. You pull my tights with your lips, holding my waist with your left hand, and pull my tights with your right. Slowly, you continue, with short pauses to breathe – exhaling hot breath with your mouth on to my thigh. Now it’s my turn to bite my inner lip.

After what feels like eternity, my tights, tattooed with your breath and saliva, are off of me and now in your hands.

“Stand up”, which you do, with no hesitation, like the military officer you once were.
“The other great thing about being curvy?” I whisper, “extra leg room for tights. Put your hands behind your back, officer. Head up, look forward.”
“Yes Ms. Gold.”

I take my moist tights from your hands, which you’re gripping firmly, and run them along your top lip. I bind your arms together behind you, and tip toe to bite your ear. The tall, broad, one-time Lieutenant, is now weak at the knees, literally, nearly buckling from my hosiery bondage and whispering.

Your body yields to its own commands, defying the discipline your mind tries to impose.
You feel your body shift into surrender, little by little, the way it always does with me. Your head, drops to the side, and I know my silk and nylons are proving too powerful for you.
I move from behind you, to now face you – my ear on to your chest, your heart singing to me.
Your breathing quickens – inhales chasing the exhales – as I remove my silk scarf from your eyes…

Now… can I tie you up?

I hope you enjoyed reading my first roleplay fantasy. Keep an eye out for the second installment…

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