His little Dove

Our first date was supposed to be just two friends getting together and having dinner. I had thought about her constantly since I met her, she was beautiful, and full of spirit; her laugh was genuine and contagious. Her eyes so clear blue and expressive, but I was concerned about her age and the fact I had just come out of a very bad marriage. But that sweet body and the easy way she so innocently endears herself to you is just too irresistible.

Our dinner was delivered to the table, I watched as she took a few bites, she even did that with sensuality. I couldn't resist it any longer I had to ask her. "Have you ever thought about giving yourself to someone for total sexual pleasure?" She smiled and almost laughed as she asked if I was asking her to bed. I knew she didn't know what I meant, and I was apprehensive to explain, but again, I just simply could not resist not asking her or explaining to her what I was trying to say.

"I don't think you understand what I mean. What I mean is, completely submit to everything someone wants. Basically, to be their slave."

I watched as she paused and adverted her eyes from me to the waiter, it was an awkward moment for both of us. She squirmed a little in her seat and I had fleeting thoughts wondering if she was turned off or if the thought I just planted in her pretty little head made her feel erotically aware of the possibilities I was proposing.

I dropped the subject for the evening, and we continued to have a pleasant time just being together. But I think she knew I would try to bring it up again sometime. We did make love that night; I could see that fire in her eyes from the thoughts playing her in mind that I gave her. I had this overwhelming need to take her hard but I also knew I had to go slow, it would be something new for her, but there isn't anything written that says I couldn't do a few things to give her a little taste of darker desires.

I took my time, showing her a lot of loving attention. I kissed down her body and parted her legs. Her sweet scent engulfed me as I began to lick and play gently with her with my fingers. Within a few minutes her soft moaning gave way to that urgent plea for me to fuck her. I slowly kissed my way back up her body, lying on top of her; she opened her legs and brought them up around my hips, preparing herself for me to enter her. I took her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head with my weight pinning her to the bed, I looked deeply into those big clear blue eyes as I entered her slow but deep. Holding myself there just long enough to watch her eyes change and take on that smoldering look of sheer desire. Her warm body wrapped around me, I began to feel moister as her juice surrounded me. The beautifully exercised strength of her muscles began to squeeze me as her desire grew, this girl was so filled with surprises, I couldn't hold off any longer, I took her with reckless abandon.

I knew her fairly well, and how new thoughts or ideas play in her head as she thinks things over, she has such a curious little nature and I knew she would spend the next several days thinking over the possibilities I had suggested to her. I had planted a seed of thought, one, which would grow in the coming days. I knew she would struggle with the dilemma of it, I knew her like I knew no other no matter how hard it was for me to admit. I knew that the seeds of the sensuality I had planted within the mind of such a sexual creature would eventually cause some physical urges that she would be unable to let go of, I knew she would have to experience at least one time what had been proposed. I wasn't wrong, and I didn't have to wait very long for that phone to ring. It took all of three days for her to pick up the phone and call.

The night she called me I was sitting there thinking of her, wondering if I should try to call first, but the phone rang before I had the chance. "Hello." I said as I picked it up, "Hi," she said, "can you come over." "Why?" I asked. I wasn't sure of what she would say, or if she could feel comfortable or even capable to put into words, but I knew what she wanted. All the same, I needed for her to ask. There was a long pause as she wrestled with what to say, I heard her take a deep breath and exhale slowly "Because, Sir, I need you."

It didn't take me long to drive over to her small apartment, I locked up my car and got the duffle bag from my trunk that I keep certain things in and walked up to her door. I rang the door bell, I could clearly see her through the window as she sat on her sofa, she didn't move at first, she was struggling with thoughts of what I would do and what all of this meant. After a few more moments she rose and walked slowly to the door. She opened the door and smiled softly, she was nervous and maybe a little scared, but not the type of fear that you could call terror, more like the fear of the unknown but curious. She looked so sweet and so very innocent that I almost decided that I couldn't go through with it, either way I knew it would require some discussion so that I could know if she fully understood of what all of this meant.

I sat the duffle bag down and took her hand and we went to the couch and sat down. Holding both of her hands in mine and having her pick up her head to look at me I asked, "Do you know what this involves? Do you realize that you must give in to anything I wish? Do you know that you must not disobey me? That your body will be mine, and I will use it as I see fit? Do you understand all of this?" She shook her head yes, but I cannot accept that, and told her so. "You must talk to me, love, I have to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours. I have to know you understand." She looked up and in a clear voice she told me she understood. I asked if she had any questions. "What happens," she whispered and swallowed hard as she asked, "if I want to stop or need to stop? If I don't like it?" I smiled as I began to explain to her about safe words. I explained that tonight, "no", no longer meant no, that stop was not a word to be used as an option, that she must remember to use the word we had chosen as her safe word.

A few moments of silence overtook the room. I asked her again if she fully understood what it meant to be tied, possibly paddled and used for my pleasure, that there may be some sensual pain involved but that I would never harm her. She looked down at her hands held within mine and whispered yes, she picked up her head as if suddenly she remembered me asking her to look directly at me when she spoke, she re-answered me looking me straight in the eye and in a clear voice she said, "Yes, I understand Sir."

"I don't know if I believe you," I said in a stern voice. "Go into your room and take off your clothes. I will be in, in a little while." This was a new side of me that she hadn't seen before. I have never forced myself or my darker desires on her before; she shivered and looked at me a little timidly before rising and going to her room.

I allowed her plenty of time to either do as I had instructed or change her mind, I figured if I got to her room and found her still dressed that we would call it a night and just remain the way we have been. I walked back over to the front door, I made sure it was locked and turn down the lights and picked up the duffle bag and headed for her room.

I stood in the doorway to her room and looked in, she had a soft amber colored light on and was waiting on the edge of the bed, nude just as I had instructed her to be, she had the most exquisite backbone. She looked beautiful in the soft yellowing light. I entered the room and stroked her cheek softly and sat down the duffle bag I was carrying. I smiled at her and told her she looked lovely, then turned and undressed and sat down in a near by chair. I was already getting hard but I wanted her to come to me and take me in her mouth so she could feel me growing harder and more erect in her mouth.

I looked at her and snapped my fingers, which made her jump a little at the sudden sound, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and suck my cock!"

She rose from the edge of the bed and took that first tender step towards something new. I held up my hand causing her to stop. "Crawl to me!" I ordered. She dropped to the floor and crawled over to the chair I sat in waiting for her. I opened my legs so she could kneel between my feet. Her eyes looking up into mine almost if to ask silently, "Is this going to be okay?" I nodded my head to her silent question.

She brought up her delicate hand and wrapped it around the base of the shaft, and opened her mouth to give me a blowjob like she has done several times before in the past. I placed my hands on each side of her head and stopped her just long enough for me to stand up. I grew harder and fully erect inside her mouth. My hands tightened in her hair, I tilted my head back and groaned as she worked her tongue and I felt her moving from the tip to about half way down the shaft. I brought my head back into place and looked down at her with my cock in her mouth and I tightened my grip even more and then pulled her head closer to my body, forcing my cock deeper into warm willing mouth.

After only a minute or so, I moved my hands to the back of her head, forcing her head down on me all the way. When my cock hit the back of her throat, she began to gag, but this did not deter me. Tears formed in her eyes as her throat was stretched. She began swallowing repeatedly, and it felt so incredible I couldn't help the low animalistic groan that penetrated the silence of the room. I was forcing her head up and down on my dick, in and out of her throat. She gagged several times, and tears were running down over her cheeks, but she never stopped, I knew if I didn't stop her I would cum and I wanted this to last a little longer, so I had to stop her.

I pushed her back and commanded her to stop and stand up. My cock almost a made a popping sound as her mouth unclamped from around the base and she stood without pause. I brought her hands up and placed them behind her head, I told her to spread her legs, to prepare herself for inspection. She was so adorable with the quizzical look in her eyes, but she followed each instruction so beautifully. I walked around her, touching, tweaking, trying to create that mixture of a little pain mixed with pleasure. I didn't want to cause much pain because I knew she wasn't used to it yet, so I concentrated more on forced pleasure, taking the control from her and allowing her to experience sheer intense pleasure while unable to prevent it when it felt intense, intense enough that during normal encounters she would call a halt to everything.

Finally I stood in front of her, I looked into her eyes and a thought occurred to me, "Love, in the last three days, since I brought up my question, what have you done to learn about anything about this?"

She lowered her eyes and sighed, I had to smile, I knew her all too well, l knew that being intrigued about something she would have looked up information to help her understand.

"Love, when we were in the other room, I told you to look at me when I talk to you, now if you don't want punishment to be a part of this first experience then I suggest you bring those eyes up and look directly at me and answer my question."

She brought her eyes back up to meet mine and she took a deep breath and answered in a hushed whisper, "I looked up a few things on the net."

I smiled and asked her what she read or saw, and after a few minutes I had learned that she had taken a few looks at a few websites that I would both have recommended and warned her against. I also learned that she took a look at a few pictures from a nice bondage site that shows some really erotic and intricate rope work. I was impressed with all she had learned, but for the purpose of introducing a little humiliation for the night I was going to have her describe what she saw, what she liked in the pictures while standing with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her head.

"Okay, for this part, Love, I do want you to close your eyes and keep them closed, I want you to stand like you are and describe in detail what you saw that you liked in the pictures. If you should try to open your eyes, I will blindfold you, so make sure you keep them shut."

I listened as she stumbled shyly at first, trying to describe some of the details, her cheeks glowed with a pink blush of her slight embarrassment. I asked her pointed questions that led her to remember the things she had found intriguing. I walked around her, brushing close to her now and then; so that my presence would be known, but keeping her unsure of what it was I would do. Finally I stood still and just watched her face as she spoke, I noticed her breathing had changed, it had grown deeper as the words spilled forth and her arousal led the way to her imagination.

I knelt down in front of her as she continued to describe the breast bondage she had looked at, how the nipples were so hard on the girl. How she wondered what it would be like to have someone tease her own nipples if her own breasts were tied the same way. But the enthusiasm in which she spoke with just wasn't there over the breast bondage as it was when she began to describe a crotch rope and having her hands tied, to be totally tied to where she couldn't move. My fingers played lightly up and down the inside of her leg as she talked. I very quietly asked her to tell me more about the crotch rope. I wasn't even sure anymore if she was even aware of my fingers tickling her thighs. Her scent was growing stronger, but it was that sweet moan she exhaled with as my fingers brushed against her moist lips that told me the pictures and all of what she had read and seen had had a profound affect on her.

Her legs trembled just slightly as I moved my fingers back and forth through the folds of her warm moist pussy, she said something about looking at the pictures shown in segments and how when the crotch rope was pulled tight that she couldn't get it out of her head. I slid a finger very easily inside of her as she gasped and the walls of her pussy squeezed around me. Her breathing quickened, her knees nearly buckled and gave out as she stood wrapped around my one finger and cumming hard enough that I knew I would soon have to steady her.

I removed my finger and stood up; I held onto her as she opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes so filled with questions but she had no words to express what she was feeling. I moved her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. I held her close until she could find her voice. What had just taken place was more innocent in the grand scheme of where I could have taken things, but I knew I didn't have to just yet. We had all night to continue to explore other things, but for now even this small almost innocent act had already seen a great impact on her. So for now she needed to be held so she could have a little time to understand what giving herself to someone to control really meant for her.

End of part one:

Steve