Tender. 18+

18+, erotica, bdsm

Check the console in the car after work on Friday. No looking before then, - he casually said as he was putting his plate away after dinner on Wednesday.

There's almost three days of torturous waiting ahead. How am I to stop thinking about it and not go peeking in the console? Can I close my eyes and feel what's there, perhaps? That would not be looking!

Sometimes I get busy and even forget Friday night is coming, but as the thought enters my mind, it's difficult to get rid of. I am not looking ahead of time, not out of fear of punishment but to keep my surprise intact. Anticipation is sweet and it improves my mood instantly when I wonder about it. Him not mentioning it again is a special kind of torture, he likes announcing something to get me wondering and then not talking about it. He must be burning with a desire to tell me what's coming but stays strong. 

At the said day and time I get in the car impatiently and finally see what's waiting for me.  There's a collar and a note with the address and a "drive safe" reminder. That's it. 

No more clues. My thoughts run anywhere from a bdsm dungeon to a spa night out to an evening with friends. 

The "drive safe" part was unnecessary, I always do. Collar is relaxing after a busy week, puts me into the weekend mood.

It's harder to concentrate on driving when excitement is taking more and more space in my thumping chest and distracted brain. I am getting warmer and it's beginning harder to breathe. So many thoughts and possibilities, they are not fitting inside my head anymore. I drive for 30 minutes in silence, just enjoying slow rain and light fog outside, watching the speed. 

Three more minutes until the destination, 2,... I got into some suburban neighborhood we never visited. Not a spa night out for sure... not a restaurant either.. or a museum, or a concert, or friends. We know no one here. 

"You have arrived at your destination" and all I see is a plain one-story grey house with some simple landscaping: bushes, stepping stones, flower beds. Simple but nice. Undistinguished. Are we visiting someone? 

I don't know if I should wait for him or go ahead, slowly come closer to the house, looking around, and see a note on the door. "Come in". Simple. Nice. 

Are we playing Alice in Wonderland? 

I fix my clothes and hair, knock to be polite, and slowly open the door. 

Doesn't look like a dungeon either. 

I want to go look around but I am taken aback by somebody's voice. 

"Come on in and let's get started"

I almost jump up out of surprise. I see goosebumps on my arms. She said "Let's get started", so she's been expecting me and I am where I should be. 

Anticipating my question, she says my partner will be here in a little, but she can start with me now. She? Start with me? Start what? Should I ask or I don't want to know? Just blindfold me and do whatever you want to me, i know he took care of it and whatever is happening is safe.

I decide not to ask, it feels like she'll fill me in on what's going on. She seems to be friendly.

Noticing my hesitation, she starts telling me what to do. I feel like a guest being ushered inside from a cold snowy dark night.  

I don't mind her anymore. The initial shock turned into curiosity. Will she join our play? Where did he meet her? And when? Why don't I know about her? How well does he know her? What are her fantasies and limits? Should I ask? Now she even starts looking attractive to me. I would not mind some new experiences. 

She leads me to the bathroom and takes my clothes. 

The bathroom light is dimmed. It is decorated with erotic statues and photos.  Some statues are just candles shaped like people's torsos and breasts. Even the shower curtain has outlines of ladies' bodies on it. There are a few plants and rose-smelling candles burning. I like this bathroom. There's a variety of soaps in the shower and I take my time, hoping it's ok. 

I hear him come in. I stop the water, dry myself, start looking for my clothes or some robe but there's nothing there. The towel is too tiny to use as a cover. 

I take a deep breath... another one... it helps me with fearlessness; straighten up my back and shoulders, and come out from the bathroom. I am not trying to cover anything with my hands or my posture and try looking confident in my body that smells like the lavender soap I chose. 

My posture looks confident, but I gaze down on the floor. This is all very new and uncomfortable. I get shy. 

He comes to me, kisses, and half - hugs me. I don't look up. I only have the collar on, he makes sure it's tight like he likes it and finally fills me in a little about what's going on. 

He tells me to do what the lady orders and that she's with him for today. She might also join in if she feels like it. My role is the easiest - just do as I am told. While getting embarrassed, hurt, and terrified in process. She will teach him some shibari and she's an expert on needle play which he has been wanting to try. Shibari I don't mind at all and I am excited about it, but hearing about needle play brings the goosebumps back, makes me tense and shiver. It's not a hard limit though so he can try it and I have to adjust. I might like it. I am thankful for knowing what to expect. I try not to think about how I faint at the blood drawing labs and about all the terrifying shots. This will be different. This is for fun. His. And mine, too. They know what they are doing. Do I? I don't have to know. 

With that, they lead me to a room at the back of the house. It is just superb. It's the bigger version on the bathroom decoration-wise, with addition of some kinky furniture and cool lighting. Everything is sex-themed. The walls are pastel brown and green, there are kinky paintings on the wall of couples pulling each other by the collar, a painting of a colorful whip, lamps shaped like butt plugs and penises. There's a red spanking bench, a chaise lounge, a bed with restraints, and some hooks and rings on the walls and the ceiling. This room must be hiding more secrets.

After I am given few minutes to look around and soak everything in, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Its touch is going down my back and lower, and it's not his hand. I am amused, embarrassed, frozen, but after few seconds I want more of this touch. So tender. I start envying men. Is that how women's touch feels? It must feel even better on their rougher skin. She goes around frozen me and stands in front of me. I look down. Looking at this person touching me while he's observing is not exactly comfortable. And I am supposed to look down at sessions, I was just given a chance to look around the room before we start. All of a sudden, her touch becomes strong and she gets rough near my neck and spanks my back with a whip I didn't notice. I shudder with surprise. 

I want to look at him and see if that's what he wants to be happening but I resist and trust that if he's not saying anything, is all must be ok.

She grabs my collar and leads me to the wall with hooks and rings on it. I obediently walk there with her, not crouching my back. He orders to put my hands behind me as we walk. It makes my back even straighter. We all sit on a soft warm brown rug. There's rope around us. He says he needs a minute and walks away to the bathroom, leaving me with her. I don't dare to look up and I am getting nervous. I keep my hands behind my back. She hesitates for a second and then starts touching and kissing me - my shoulders, breasts, my back. I moan in surprised pleasure, her lips feel so soft and careful, feathery. He comes back and she slowly stops as we watches. Few seconds of silence and a long mouth kiss follows. I am grateful for living in modern times when all that is possible and doesn't come with fear and guilt.  

They tell me to stretch my arms before they start the shibari lesson and then lock them behind my back with knots on soft silky strong rope. Two people threading the rope around my arms up and down and to the sides, slowly restraining their motion range more and more feels like a treat. There are times when I wish he was only there by himself but then her touch is so special and different and submitting to her in front of him is frankly hot. I can't believe I am feeling that. I am having two people telling me what to do. My arms get tighter and tighter tied together, and my breasts are being pushed out. I am sitting on my knees,  wishing I could see their work. Hopefully they'll snap a photo or maybe there' a mirror. After seeing shibari done on others, I can finally see my arms bonded in this art.  

As their shibari work is coming to an end, I know what's next, and I am much less excited and so anxious about it. He said needles, didn't he? I am terrified of needles. I have been since I was a child. I am about to faint now when think about it. 

- Be a good girl and you'll get over knee spanking today. I promise. Just try for me, you know your safe-word.

He knows I am scared and maybe unsure.

- Will you need me to help you be quiet and stay still? Or you'd be better off controlling your own body? Except for the arms, we are not undoing them.

- I will need help, please.

- If you insist. 

He smiles, I can feel it without looking at him, nods, and leads me to the bed. The bed is equipped with restrains. It has ankles, hands, and neck holders. Since my arms are already tied behind my back in a comfortable soft beautiful shibari, he secures my neck and ankles. To quiet my screams, he orders to smack my lips together and shuts my mouth with silver tape. That feels better. Needles can be fun, now I am sure.

It's easier to relax when I know there is no way to escape and barely a way to move at all.  Just trying not to think about medical needles and take it all as fun and pleasing my partner. 

She gives me and him a short lecture on safety and health expectations. Needles have to be sterile and new, body and hands need to be washed and sanitized,  alcohol pads should be handy just in case of excess blood. Here I start twitching. Did she have to say that? Do I have to know all that? Another thing - I have to breathe. Especially because I am prone to fainting. She goes over that with me. Puts her warm hand on my back between my tied arms and makes sure I can follow her instructions on how to breathe. 

That doesn't really help me relax.  Thinking about spanking over knee for being good does and I stay still and follow her orders.

Relaxing my hip for them to be able to pinch skin to insert the needle is impossible. It keeps shaking. So irritating and disappointing.  I keep tensing it, not letting them even begin needle play. He asks if I am sure I don't want to stop and I moan a no. They gently stroke my hip, help me breathe, take a pause, distract me. I make a final decision that it's ok to just try and finally relax my body, not without difficulty.  

They take advantage and don't waste time. Pinching the skin to insert the first needle makes me anticipate cloth pins. And the needle feels almost like the pin. I am afraid of it more than it hurts.

No more pinching. It must be in.  

- You are holding your breath, breathe. I feel her hand on my back again.

If I start breathing, I will start moving and I am scared to move.

He repeats the command to breathe and I let it go.

- We can try one more and we might call it a day for today.

I don't want only one more, I have to show them I can do it to keep playing. Just two needles would be such a disappointment. I fully relax and breathe deeply, they are both impressed and he is excited now.

The next one hurts so much more because it's close to the first one, and because he is the one doing it, under her watch. His hands are experienced in a lot of different things, but not needles yet. I want to scream but don't want to scare him with it so I hold it all in, widening my eyes instead and clenching hands so tight.. of course he notices.

- Can we do more?

I want to scream no, but moan a yes. And I do want more, I want him to learn and do it more often and get more creative with them.

- They have to be close to each other, so this one will hurt even more.

I do all it takes to relax again. I don't think i will be able to handle any more today, but just this one...

It takes three tries to relax my body again with breathing and imagining things I like to finally show him I can handle it.

Third needle brings all the memories of pain and embarrassment of getting dizzy in the doctor's office back. I am such a failure. I can't help it but I nearly faint.

She shows him how to take the needles out, I hold my breath for taking all three out, they sanitise my tiny future pleasure wounds that I will admire for the next couple of days, and she leaves so quickly, I start questioning whether she was here at all, without saying a word. 

It's just me and him now. As he's untying my arms, taking in the view of rope prints on them, I realize just after she left how uncomfortable her presence was, but I don't mind. It would get easier if he was to ever invite her again.

My arms are all free, he sits down and coaxes me to get closer. Before he starts my favourite part, he places band-aids on the needle marks. 

-You can take band-aids off in an hour if you want to admire your little wounds. There might even be some bruises later. 

I earned this. Being spanked laying on his knees while he's holding my hands behind my back is my favourite thing ever. He's proud of me for enduring today and honestly I am proud of myself and surprised I survived, too. It was not an easy play night. Can't wait to see what he'll do with his new skills.

We drive home together. 

- Place your arms on the dashboard and don't move them while we are driving. I want to admire the shibari marks before they fade away. Next time I will make sure they stay for longer.

 

I hope next time is soon. 

RtR

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