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Subject: First Time At Play, 1 - D/s, M/f, cons

First Time at "Play"

	She was as nervous as a cat, she told herself. Because now,
after all this time, it was finally going to happen.... she was about
to cross that threshhold, into that world she had only brushed
against, teased herself with and wondered at. She was going to meet
him. She would sit across from him, look into his eyes as he would
into hers, and they would then finally know if he would be the one to
take her by the hand and lead her into that still mysterious land of
sensuality that had filled her mind so maddeningly for the last
months.
	Even as she walked down the block toward the tavern at which
she had been told... no, commanded to meet him, she could feel the
shivers rolling through her body from the rope that tightly gripped
her clit beneath her jeans. That was the last carefully laid out
instruction on the list he had e-mailed to her the night before, and
when she had hooked her laptop to the hotel phoneline and retrieved
it, her mouth literally fell open and her body began to tremble. So
that was why he had instructed her to pack those particular items for
this trip.... the rope... the spring clothespins... the scarves... and
the vibrator he had instructed her to buy for herself so long ago, and
had whispered her through it's step by step application to all those
most intimate parts of her hungry and willing body.
	Even as she had bathed and begun dressing for this encounter,
she followed his carefully laid out directions... preparing everything
she would wear, then standing before the large hotel mirror and
watching as she carefully looped the soft rope around her waist,
forming a snug belt... reaching back and tieing the long ends together
behind herself tightly... then carefully reaching between her legs and
drawing them up, until she could feel the soft, thin cords slip
between her buttocks.... carefully parting her now already moistened
labia so that the twin strands could settle between them, and enduring
the trembling shock as they brushed first the top of her clit, then
slipped down snuggly on either side of it. She managed to maintain the
tension on the cord as she looped it through the rope which encircled
her, just above her navel, and tied it off. Then she turned from the
mirror and took a step toward the bed, where her jeans were laid out,
and a gasp escaped her stunned lips, as the cord pressed gently on
either side of her clit and slid along it, ever so slightly, sending a
shocking tingle rocketing deep into her stomach. Each step thereafter
had been beyond distracting, and when she sat or stood, the cord
carressed her clit even more, even firmer and she would find herself
breathless and forced to remain very still for a long moment in order
to recover.
	That had been two hours ago. She had finished dressing, the
simple jeans and blouse her only covering. She had been told not to
wear any panties or bra, in case he desired to enjoy her arousal from
the moment they first met.
	Then she had laid out all the item she had brought, as he had
instructed, turned out the lights and stepped out of the hotel room
door, wondering if the next time she entered this room, it would be as
a sex slave.
	The walk to the tavern was only a few blocks, but the
combination of the cool evening breeze against her blouse and the
maddening embrace of the cord that hugged and stroked her clit made it
seem eternal. By the time she reached the door of the establishment
she was already drifting a bit, riding a soft cloud of tingling sexual
arousal that she had never before felt in her life.
	As instructed, she stepped up to the bar and, getting the
bartenders attention, told him she was meeting Mr. Jones. Upon hearing
this, the bartender smiled, a rich, knowing smile and a wave of
embarassment flowed upwards, coloring her neck and cheeks. What had he
been told... this complete stranger? Did he know? The bartender nodded
and cast his gaze over toward a dark corner of the room, where there
were high backed booths, like little cubicles.
	"Yes ma'am" he said "he's right back there. Last booth" and
then turned to serve another customer.
	She turned, took a deep, steadying breath and stepped toward
the back of the establishment.
	Even before she arrived, she saw him, seated in the booth,
half-hidden in the shadows, but his eyes fixed on hers, a gentle smile
playing on his lips and in his eyes.
	She stepped up to the booth and was about to slip into the
opposite side from him when he suddenly raised a cautioning finger,
stopping her in place.
	"Wait" he said, quietly, and held out his hand.
	Almost mechanically, she raised her own and watched,
fascinated, as he drew it towards his lips, and gently kissed the back
of it. His lips were soft against her skin, and she felt a slight
shudder race through her. But then, before he released his gentle hold
on her fingers, he raised his gaze to meet hers, easily turned her
hand until her fingers were free, brought it slowly up to his lips and
she watched as his lips slid slowly over middle finger, down to the
first joint, and closed on it, sucking lightly for a moment, before
slowly drawing back, allowing her to feel the gentle scrape of his
teeth upon her captured flesh.
	He smiled up at her and then nodded at the seat opposite,
releasing her hand and instantly turning to raise an arm to summon the
waitress, before focusing on her once more and inquiring what she
would like to drink.
	
	The next hour was a babbling distraction of small talk and
moments when she could fall silent and allow herself to focus on his
eyes, which made her tremble. She could tell he was listening to her
and truly interested in what she was saying, no matter what the
subject... but deep down, behind all the pretense, something was
burning inside him, and each time she noticed it, a little part of her
own soul was blistered by the glow of it.
	Finally, the conversation died out between them and there was
a long moment of silent staring.
	He smiled once more, leaned forward, resting on his elbows and
spoke, his eyes locked on hers.
	"So.... now, after all this time... here we are..."
	"Yes" she said, a little breathless.
	"And" he continued, "it's now time for you to decide."
	"Yes?"
	"So, here is what I would like for you to do. I would like for
you to get up, and go to the ladies room. You may stay there for as
long as you like, while you make your decision...."
	As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and drew forth a long
strip of black ribbon, about an inch wide, carefully setting it on the
table before himself, just in front of where she gazed down at it.
	"This" he said simply "is your temporary collar. It represents
your decision to turn yourself.... your body... your soul... over to
me for the balance of this one night. Tomorrow, it will once again be
nothing more than a piece of ribbon... but for tonight, it is your
collar.... and it means that I own you... Should you wish it, of
course, a more durable and permanent one will be afixed later on....
but for now, this is really all you require. I would like for you to
take it into the ladies room with you, and decide whether you want to
wear it or not... and whether you are prepared to abide by the rules
that it represents. Take as much time as you require. If you should
decide that you consent to this arrangement... then you are to place
it around your neck and return to me. If you should decide that you
are not quite ready, or do not wish to carry this any further... even
if that only means you need a little more time, then when you return,
simply place it back on the table and nothing more will be said about
it tonight. We will simply remain two individuals sharing time and
each others' company and enjoying a pleasant evening together.
	"If, however, you do return with this around your lovely neck,
you are from that moment on, for the rest of the evening, to refer to
me only as "sir". Do you understand..."
	She nodded slowly, her eyes still locked on the flat, soft,
serpentine strip of fabric on the table before her.
	"Then, I shall order us another drink while you are gone. The
same for you?"
	
	Standing in the ladies room, the ribbon in her hand, her mind
erupted with a cascade of fear, excitement, anticipation and
confusion. The moment had finally arrived.... 
	
	She stepped up to the booth and watched as he turned to look
up at her and the smile played out over his lips once more. The ribbon
looked lovely around her elegant neck.
	He motioned for her to sit opposite him once more and when she
was seated, her hand clasped nervously before her, trembling slightly,
he leaned forward and spoke, quietly, hypnotically.
	"I will cherish you" he said, his burning eyes locked on hers
"I will thrill you... I will torment and satisfy you. I will direct
and control you. I will give you pleasure in ways you have only
imagined up till now. I will explore your flesh to a depth you did not
know was there. I will wrack your body with cumming. I can smell your
lust even now. Your nipples, tight and throbbing beneath that flimsy
covering. You sex, clenching and ready. I know you are a mature,
lovely and intelligent woman. And I know you have mature experience.
But there is still a part of you that is so virginal and untouched.
You have never offered it to anyone before. Until now. Tonight, my
pet... you will loose the virginity of your soul. But before that
occurs, I want to kiss you... I want to feel a virgins' kiss... for
after this night, you will never be able to give that gift again."
	There was a long, breathless silence between them, and then
she leaned slowly toward him, her eyes sliding shut... and their lips
met, for the first time...
	
	They walked together now, back towards her hotel, holding
hands. The walk was passed in silence, each of them savoring their new
positions... he as Master, she as beloved pet... no conversation was
needed.
	As soon as the elevator doors had shut, he reached into his
pocket and withdrew a scarf, turning to her and slipping the already
knotted loop over her wrist and pulling it snug, then taking the other
end in his hand, casually.... like a leash.
	As they moved down the hallway toward her room, she found
herself lagging slightly, just so that he would pull her along by that
soft, capturing leash that encircled her slaves' wrist. At the door of
her room, he took the card-key she had given him before they left the
tavern, and opened the door, stepping inside and drawing her after
him, letting the door swing slowly shut with a click.
	Without a word, he pulled her to the center of the room and
turned her to face the mirror, stepping behind her and taking her
shoulders in his hands, leaning down to allow his lips to brush
against her neck and whispering to her...
	"Do not move, do not speak."
	
	He stepped away from her, and began to slowly move about the
room, stopping to light each of the candles that she had placed
according to his previous instructions, then moved to the door and
snapped off the lights, leaving the room bathed in a deep glow of
flickering lights.
	He stepped up behind her and she could feel the nearness of
his body, even though he was not actually touching her. In the mirror
she could see herself, like a glowing pillar in the otherwise dark
room, as his eyes focused on hers in the glass, and his hands reached
around her, and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, carefully.
	When the last of the buttons was opened and the tips of his
fingers lightly began to brush that so long untouched skin between her
breasts, she sighed and let her eyes slip closed. Instantly she felt
the gentle grip of his hand under her chin.
	"No" he whispered. "Open your eyes. I want you to watch
everything that occurs to you tonight".
	She shuddered and opened her eyes... watching as his fingers
once again slipped between the folds of her now limp blouse and drew
them open, revealing her breasts.
	She observed as the blouse was drawn off her shoulders and
heard it tumble to the floor with a light whoosh. She watched as his
fingers carefully undid the button at the top of her jeans and slid
the zipper down, then saw as they were pushed down, over her hips,
revealing the tormenting belt of rope that had teased her all that
evening. Mechanically, she stepped from them and heard him lightly
kick them away.
	And then she watched, as his fingernail drew around and
brushed her skin, just between her breasts... and began to move over
her.... dancing across her flesh... teasing the nerves so long
neglected... tickling and lightly scratching all at once....
	For an endless agony his fingers drew along her body, trailing
down to brush the very outer edges of her sex before drifting away
down her legs.. then slipping behind and tickling up the backs of her
thighs, curling over her buttocks and dancing up along her spine...
until she felt that every piece of her skin had been attended to, and
the throbbing inside her was close to unendurable.
	Then his fingers left her body, and she felt as the scarf that
dangled from her wrist by her side was slipped off. But before she
could decide what this might mean, she felt her wrists gently gripped
and pulled slowly behind her back, crossing just above her naked
buttocks... and the scarf slipping around them both now, drawing
tight, binding them together.... She felt the long tail of the loop
slipped between her captured wrists and her spine and wrapped around,
then tied off tightly... and she realized that this was no longer
symbolic... that she was now truly bound... could not escape, could
not free her hands...
	In the mirror, she saw him step close behind her again, a
smile playing out over his lips and then his arm was reaching around
her, rising before her eyes, and she cast her gaze to look at it. In
his fingers she saw the nipple clamp, gleaming in the glow of the
candles, and a shudder rolled through her. He opened his clasped
fingers slightly and saw the chain unfurl from them, dropping it's
full length, jerking to a bouncing sway, it's other end bearing an
identical clamp which now swung slowly at the end of the chain.
	She felt his other hand lightly under her chin, lifting it to
the mirror once more, and she watched, fascinated, as his hands slowly
brought the clamp up to her nipple and touched it with the cool end of
the tormenting device. And she saw in the mirror, and felt on her
flesh, as the clamp was slowly opened, and it's gentle but firm jaws
slipped onto either side of her now throbbing nipples and was
slowly... agonizingly... drawn closed...
	An explosion of sensations roared through her breast and she
shuddered deeply. He laid an open hand upon her stomach and breathed a
long, soothing "shhhhhh" into her ear.... as she felt the explosion
begin to ebb to a low, steady throbbing in her captured nipple... She
was not even focusing on the mirror as the other clamp was raised and
surrounded her other nipple.... taking it prisoner and releasing yet
another wave of tingling shocks through her.
	It was heaven... it was hell.... the throbbing on her flesh
and deep inside her was beyond anything she had ever imagined... but
still so little had been done... so little experienced... so little
endured.... so little surrendered.... And somewhere deep inside
herself, she knew that this was as nothing to what awaited her in the
deeper, darker hours of the night ahead...
	She still had not recovered from the shock of her clamping,
when she felt the soft fleece lining of the blindfold sliding down
over her head and slipping into place, blinding her and increasing her
helplessness a thousand fold... 
	"Kneel, my pet" he whispered... "It's time we begun in
earnest."
	
	
End Part One...
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