My boyfriend Anthony and I were laying on the couch one day, watching TV together like normal, when all of a sudden, he brings up masters and slaves. I was completely thrown by his question because we had never talked about such things throughout our entire relationship.
Now, we have been dating for almost six years now and living together for two. We enjoyed our vanilla sex. Sure we liked to spice things up by trying different things every now and then in the bedroom, but we had never ventured so far as to discuss one of us being a submissive to a master. So I asked him about what had made him bring up the question.
“Well,” he said, “I was reading about how it could be good for the relationship because it is all about trusting one another”.
“Okay, so is this some thing you wanted to try? Because I have to say, I don’t know how comfortable I would be with this kind of arrangement. I mean, I’ve never tried any thing quite so bold before in my entire life,” I told him.
“But babe, we would obviously have a safe word that you could use at any time. And we wouldn’t do any thing that you wouldn’t be comfortable with. Can we at least try it once, and if we both don’t like it, we never have to do it again. Besides, we said we would constantly try some thing new in the bedroom.”
“Fine, I guess we can try this at least once. When do you want to start?”
“How about tomorrow. I can research all the stuff we might need tonight, and then tomorrow go out and get it and you can go out and see if you want to get some new lingerie.”
“Alright, sounds like a plan.”
So the next day I came home after work and going to Victoria’s Secret, and was greeted by Anthony at the door to our house. I walked up the patio steps and he grabs the bags from my hand. He told me to turn around, which I do. He then tied a blind fold over my eyes.
“Honey, what are you doing? Can’t this wait until I at least get in the door? I don’t want to trip any where!”
“Relax, I got you. Come on, step inside.”
“Okay,” I said, as I hesitantly walked over the threshold.
“Now honey,” I can hear him say, “if you feel like you can’t handle some thing, just say the safe word three times and I’ll stop right away, okay? The safe word is bumblebee.”
(Really, bumblebee?) I thought. But I went with it. He still wouldn’t let me take off the blind fold. Anthony took me by the hand and slowly led me to what I thought was the bedroom. He slowly started to kiss me down my neck to where my cleavage was and then back up. (What a tease,) I thought. But he knew that I liked to be teased. It really got me going. Then he started to take my clothes off of me, all the while his hands roamed over my body slowly getting me hotter and hotter. Once he finally had all my clothes off me, he took my hands and held them to the sky where he then tied them with rope to the ceiling. Then, he took one leg and gently stretched it away from my body, where he then tied it to what I guess was the wall. He then did the same to the other leg, so I was completely exposed to him.