The Binding

“Tie my hands above my hands,” I told him. “Take complete control. Make me lose my control. Make me lose my mind.” Eric just looked at me with this disbelieving gaze. We had been together for twelve years and I had never once shown any interest in anything kinkier than a few bottom slaps. I’m sure kinksters would laugh at that, but it was beyond our usual. Our usual was always great, don’t get me wrong. The variety was not a problem either. Eric was a fantastic lover. He could move me into positions that would make a pretzel jealous. When we had sex, I would cum so hard, at times, that my head would ache. None of this fantasy had to do with what Eric did. It had to do with losing control. Being completely taken. Completely at the will of a man and his desires. It was impossible to really explain it to Eric, though I tried.

“So, you want to lose control?” he said. “You want me to do with you whatever I want? To fulfill any fantasy, I have with your hands tied above your head?”

“Yes,” I said. “Anything you want. I just want to totally let go and free my body to sensation. With my hands tied, I can’t do anything but let go of all my inhibitions.” Eric contemplated my request. He studied my brown eyes for a hint, a clue that there were unspoken limitations. But he found none. I was open to basically whatever he wanted to do. I had no known limits, though my fantasies were never well thought out. In fact, I had only imagined being bound at the wrists without thought as to what would happen after. I trusted Eric completely. I knew he could take me further than my imagination could ever go.

“When?” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“When do you want to do this?”

“Anytime really,” I said with a bit of confusion. It was my turn to explore his deep blue eyes for answers on what was going through his mind. I saw a wildfire in them. His imagination was clearly whirling, and his brilliant mind was working fast. I noticed a small smirk, the tiniest of turns at the edge of his mouth. His eyes returned from the fantasy in his mind and focused on mine. His smile filled his face.

“Friday night then,” he said. “All I want you to do is to be ready for the fucking of a lifetime. I will buy you clothes to wear, and I will tell you later where we will be going.” He stood to go to work.

“Wait! Go?” I said. “Why can’t we just do it here in our bedroom?” Eric turned and his grin was even wider, barely containing the laugh that niggled his throat.

“Your ‘letting go’ starts right now,” he said. “Your binding starts right now. You are not allowed to masturbate all week.” I shuddered at his directness, at his command. Yes, I thought. This is exactly what I wanted. “On Friday night I will take you someplace of my choosing and I will tie you, as you wish,” he said. “And I will be in control, as you wish. And I will do what’s in my fantasies to you, as…you…wish.” Eric kissed my forehead and headed to the garage. I felt my heart racing. My breath caught. All I could think was what have I gotten myself into?! I thought I knew Eric’s fantasies, but the more I rolled our years of conversations about sex through my mind, I realized that his fantasies had always been a response to mine. He had never actually told me much about his own. The typical fantasy of having a threesome was all I could think of. And then I wondered….is he bringing another man? I felt my pussy clench and my body trembled. I felt nervous and wanted to masturbate to that fantasy. But I had to let Eric be in control for the rest of the week. I did not have permission to touch myself. This was going to be harder than I thought, I realized then.

Friday night took forever to arrive. Every day he checked in and asked if I had masturbated. “No,” I would say. “That’s a good girl,” he would say. His voice was full of authority. It was a voice I’d never heard from him before, not really. But I liked it. I liked it so much I instantly aroused when he used that voice. By Friday night I was about to have an orgasm from a look he would give or the touch of his hand. I wanted to beg him to run his hand higher up my thigh as we drove to the unknown destination for my binding. His thick hand on my exposed thigh teased at my inner thigh. He had required me to wear a black mini-dress, black stockings that clung just above my knee, and my tallest heels. Underneath I wore my matching black bra and thong. He watched me as I groomed and prepared my body for the night, making sure I didn’t sneak a “quick rub” of my pussy out of excitement. I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his slacks the whole time I was getting ready. Eric pulled the car to the side of the road and reached behind the passenger side seat into a bag.

“Here. Put this on,” he said handing me a thick, black mask that drowned out all light, blinding me.

“Are you serious?!” I said. “Where were we? It was the middle of nowhere. I did not recognize the area in which we had stopped.

“Do it or the night ends now.”