Baby Steps

I walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, fresh the shower after a rigorous morning fuck. He lay on the bed half dressed. "I noticed the handcuffs on the dresser over there."

"Oh yeah. Let me show you. I love these." I pulled out my Darbies and showed them how they worked. They are suprisingly soft feeling for such hard metal. I put them on myself first and we joked at how long it seemed to take and how did British cops do this quickly. I put them on him next. Ben (formerly known as S.) has small wrists. They looked good on him. I set the key on the dresser and slapped his thigh.

"Have fun. I'm getting dressed."

When I came back to the bedroom, he was still lying there and asked what other things I had. I opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out the various toys in my meager collection: the spreader bars, the various vibes, the blindfolds and the floggers. I looked at the strap-on harness and smiled. Not yet, I thought. He looked a little surprised, but pleased.

"What about those corsettes you mentioned?" I pulled them out and he helped me put one on. He took his time, determined to do it right, pulling tightly on the laces.

"Yeah, nice results," he said. I smiled back, shaking my ass, at him. It's been a while since I've had a corset on. I rubbed my hands over the fabric, feeling the stiffness, the structure. I miss it.

I'm seeing the signs. Last night, as I sucked his cock he started biting my ass. He's sucking my tits a bit harder, mauling them not just caressing him. He grabs my head, forcing me on to his cock, pushing my head down. He jacks himself off while I suck him, my head trying to follow his hand, his fist hitting my mouth over and over while I struggle to keep his cock in me.

Last night, while he was fucking me, pounding against my cervix he slapped my face, "Yeah!" I whispered and he slapped me again. "You fucking bitch. Your pussy's so fucking wet," he whispered so low I could barely hear him. I felt his hand wrap around my neck. He tightened his grip while he swiveled his hips, his cock exploring my crevices. I put my hands on the side of his face, running my fingers over his lips. Then he took my hand and placed it on his neck. I gripped tighter. Suddenly, he flipped me over and I sat down on his cock, riding him. He brought my hands back to his neck and I squeezed.

The room was pitch black. I could barely see his face, I gripped his throat and suddenly I panicked. "Am I doing this right?" I kept wanting to slip off of him, run to my computer and read up on the proper way to strangle someone. I've been the recipient in breath play, I've been to workshops, but I never actually did it to another person. I moved my hands off of his neck and placed them over his mouth and nose. I was a lot more comfortable with this since I couldn't accidently damage his windpipe. He moved my hands back to his neck and I thought back to all of those classes. "Where's that carotid artery, again? I know I have a flyer on this somewhere!" The subject became moot when he flipped me over, my legs thrown over his shoulders and fucked me stupid yet again.