The Encounter of Desire an Erotic Story - Part 5
From Aiden, the submissive
My heart is pounding out of my chest, every movement I hear from her makes my cock harder and harder. Perhaps the tight trousers weren’t such a good idea? But then again, I quite like the restriction, oh and the fact the lace on the underwear is cutting into me. She’s driving my car. Trust is a huge thing for me, to trust someone you haven’t met, to put yourself at their mercy is not something that comes easy for me but for some reason this lady has me mesmerized. When I’ve spoken to her on the phone I feel like I’m experiencing déjà vu. That we’ve met in a past life. She’s familiar to me but still a stranger. Perhaps it’s the connection we have. Shit who knows?
“I had a penchant for euphoria, for wearing items of clothing which didn’t conform to society.”
I was instructed to describe my rented apartment near York station, the bolt hole for my secret life. My life no one knew about outside of this strange circle I had found myself drawn to. I had searched for this unknowingly for years. Been married twice, that didn’t work. No fault of theirs at all. Wonderful women, in fact we were all still friends in a weird sort of way. But life had always missed something, I always felt there was something more, something unexplored. I had a penchant for euphoria, for wearing items of clothing which didn’t conform to society. I yearned to be taken somewhere in my mind and body that a normal night of love making could never give me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved sex but it wasn’t about sex for me, I know in my heart there was more. It was finding trust, finding pain, finding pleasure, exploring boundaries and consent that excited me the fear of the unknown but knowing the unknown to be safe. I had become to realise that these needs were all cut from the same cloth. You couldn’t have one without the other.
But life had always missed something, I always felt there was something more, something unexplored.
So here I am, sat in the back of my car, a strange woman driving it to my apartment. Pain still coursing through my body giving me tingles everywhere. My nerve endings are dancing, that feeling of burning, tingling pure ecstasy in the pit of my stomach. My cock growing hard every now and again. It had a mind of its own. The hairs on the back of my neck standing on end and my scalp was tingling. I’d never succumbed to drugs but looking back and the memory of Irvine Welsh’s Glaswegian classic ‘Trainspotting’, was this the euphoria I was feeling. Was this what I had needed? A rush of energy souring through my body making me intoxicated with desire and high on life.
We travelled in virtual silence, me only replying to the odd question from her. Then we stopped, various things happened and we were in my apartment. She took instructions well it seemed, as she got me in there without a hitch. But then she did seem the intelligent type!!!
The anticipation was running through my body and mind racing away with all the thoughts and desires flooding my sensations.
Once in we ended up in my bedroom, she sat me down and tied my hands. In front of me this time. And not with plastic ties but with something soft, silky and smooth. I’d bet my life this is what her skin felt like. ‘trust me Aiden’ she said. Trust her? I’d let her sell my soul to the devil at the minute. Of course I trusted her. For the first time in years I actually trusted someone implicitly.
She searched I could hear, in her bag for something and popped it over my head. It was a little heavy, but as I felt the comfort flow over me, still in my blindfold it hung over my head. My breathing changed and I heard her disappear down the corridor. I sat with my breathing as the only sound in the room. Dark yet comfortable, waiting in anticipation of what was to come. The anticipation was running through my body and mind racing away with all the thoughts and desires flooding my sensations. She returned, slowly making her way towards me. The electricity between us was unbearable, I needed her to touch me. She took my bound hands and stood me up. she turned me around and I could feel her chest against my back. I’m sure her nipples were hard. She slid a hand round my front and unbuttoned my shirt. I could smell her, a honey scent, I drew in a long breath as I waited. She had something in her hand and I could hear the sound of scissors cutting……..my shirt. She was cutting me out of my shirt. The cold metal on the arms as she descended first down my right arm, then down my left and finally my shirt fell to the floor………..
To be continued…
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Aiden’s Story Continues…