I was blindfolded and tied - as ordered.

Well... keep in mind that we've been continually corresponding for four years, and we never met. He has seen pictures of me because of a show-biz job I considered 4 years ago but never took the plunge (fortunately).

He opened up fully on his sexuality about 4 months ago, as did I. He says he's into Bondage and discipline (BDSM), and at first I was paranoid because of all the bad and abusive sadist connotations it has... well, he introduced me to another world altogether. It's nothing like I ever thought existed. It's beautiful.

He suggested several scenarios where I'd fall some kind of prey 😍 and him the predator. All kinky play of course. Then I asked to meet him. His condition was only if I was blindfolded and bonded. I refused several times. Unknowingly, he had already cursed me with his spell, keeping me under bondage by waiting on the right time to be with him. At last, I consented. This past weekend.

He gave me coordinates, instructions... we agreed that we would only kiss and hug. Because I was truthfully needing affection and a hug at the time.

He told me to park, turn off the lights, move to the passenger seat, adjust it so that the headrest was parallel to the floor. Then he said I had to blindfold myself with one of the ties, then I was to put my face on the back of the seat, my ass on the air, and my hands behind my back holding the second tie that he would use to tie my hands... and wait a couple of minutes.

I obeyed.

As my body began to relax, I heard the door open. I hesitated, but resumed my ordered position. My heart palpitated furiously. The normal chilly wind of Chicago winter nights waved into the car as hot steam. His presence felt surreal. Without a word, He kissed my hands first. Then he rubbed his chin and his cheeks on them. His morning-after shave was the softest a man could ever own. He pressed his soft lips against my fingers again, and proceeded to tie my hands. What a way to bind them, I thought. The tightness was just enough to not hurt me, yet pleasurable to turn me on. He went to the driver's seat and reparked the vehicle. Oh shit, my mind was now racing as fast as my breathing, what if he kidnaps me? I could only wonder. He had said he'd use the duct tape if I talked - his reason was... well, reasonable. Never did he say a word to me, and I was not allowed to speak. I only heard a hush as he kept his right hand over my back, keeping me down, low, and safe on the seat at every turn he took.

Once parked, he took me out ever so gently and reassuringly. He led me accross a street, to the alley, then into somebody's backyard where he pinned me against a cold brick wall with his torso and began owning my lips as I trembled.

"Who owns you? Who do you belong to?" He whispered sparsely, rocking himself tenderly over me, as he kissed and marked my lips...

The rest...

He took me into this property's basement with my consent...

There he spoke to me the same way we "speak" in our daily email conversations.

I was not scared.

I was happy.

I felt safe.

That night, my penpal Master became real.

You know what's the best thing of it all? That he only kissed me. My lips, my nose, my forehead, my neck? He choked me, he sucked the soul out of my tongue, my lips, Lord knows how good that felt!

I begged him to untie me for 60 seconds... He declined, I begged more as I fell to the ground. He then told me, "you women need to understand that us men can be far more sensitive than you. Only for 60 seconds, then I must tie you back." I rejoiced! He let me return the affection. His husky frame melted onto my arms as I tiptoed to cling onto his neck with one arm while he locked the other one under his... I pulled his hair, pulled his face tighter to mine until our lips glued as one... He sucked on me more, he bit me harder, I was losing control...

Time in that basement stopped. It was only a millisecond until I remembered I live on Earth. That there is a life out there waiting for me, so I asked him to take me back. He guided me back up through the screeching stairs, then out on the cold again. When I was back in the position where he had found me... 

I took out my blindfold, looked around and my my Master had disappeared.

I checked the phone, turned on the car, and almost two hours had passed... I am not the same since that night.

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