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Calla wasn’t a reckless person. No, she was downright risk-averted. But she loved the feeling when she was on a ride at the fair or strapped into a roller coaster and hanging upside down. In those moments, the world was quiet; everything seemed to stop. She had no control. Either she would make it out unscathed, or she wouldn’t, but neither situation was under her control.
In those moments, Calla could finally surrender control and relax. She rarely felt so free as she did when a bar and a strap held her, sometimes not-so-firmly, in place. It was the same when she was tied up, at the whim of a lover, sexual tension coursing through her body.
So, after the demise of a long-term relationship, Calla found herself newly single with the world at her fingertips. For the first time, she could seek out someone who could provide her with that sense of freedom when they placed her in restraints, something that her ex would never do. Calla apprehensively entered the world of online dating.
Calla had to swerve to avoid the creeps and mismatches, but she eventually met Tom. He was open about his interest and experience in tying people up and doing to them as he wishes. This thrilled Calla and sent a tingle throughout her body. Tom was one of the few people she found attractive, and he could hold a conversation over text, too.
Their first meeting went well despite Calla’s apprehension. She was open about her anxiety about new people and lack of experience as well as her hope to explore more. Tom was charming and patient and able to volley witticisms right back at her. Calla rarely felt that comfortable with a new person, and their rapport only grew over subsequent dates.
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Calla didn’t feel self-conscious with Tom the way she had with previous partners. Tom had a wait of putting her at east. Still, she let him take the lead more often than not. So it wasn’t surprising that the first time they had sex, Tom had initiated. Calla’s jitters soon melted into blissful pleasure, and she came out of her sexual shell.
During one particularly orgasmic romp, she had pushed Tom back on the bad, straddled him and slid his hard cock into her. Her hips moved quickly as she rode him, and she rubbed her clitoris almost frantically with one hand, the other pressed against the taut flesh just below Tom’s stomach. Calla’s thighs clenched tightly around Tom’s, a move that might have had previous lovers grimacing in pain, but he took it all in stride and grasped her hips with his hands as she moved. Calla yelled aloud as she came and collapsed on Tom, their bodies sticking together because of her sweat. When Tom removed his hands from her hips, impressions from his fingertips remained on her skin.
Their sex was good, but Calla worried that it wasn’t enough for Tom. They had begun this relationship on the premise that it would be kinky eventually, but it always took Calla a while to truly become comfortable with another person. Now that she had found that comfort with her new boyfriend, Calla’s anxiety in foreboding of changing their routine. While Calla absolutely wanted to explore her kinkier side and had been drawn to Tom because of that very thing, her anxiety was making her fret.
Tom seemed to sense that because, one day, when she didn’t expect it, Calla received a text from him.
“While I would love to tie you up, I don’t want you to think that I expect anything from you. I just wanted you to know.”
Reading that allowed Calla to release tension from her body that she hadn’t even been conscious of carrying. But Tom’s message wasn’t just reassuring to her. Something about his words reminded Calla how appealing she found the idea of being restrained. Maybe she was reading into it, but she imagined that Tom didn’t just want to tie anyone up; it was her that he desired to restrain. Calla felt that tingle in her boy once more, stronger than her anxiety, and she squeezed her thighs together. She wished she was at home so that she could masturbate to the thought.
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Calla’s anxiety had turned to eager energy. She had finally turned a corner and couldn’t wait for what she had only enjoyed in porn and fantasy to become a reality. Calla was practically vibrating when she met Tom for dinner, and if he noticed, he didn’t comment. But there was a knowing smile on her lips throughout the meal and as they enjoyed a brisk walk along the river.
As the couple returned to Tom’s apartment, Calla found herself emboldened. After shoes and keys were deposited, she turned to Tom and pushed him against the door he had just closed. Her hands grasped at his shirt and hair as she kissed him deeply, and Tom returned the sentiment, his hands roaming Calla’s body.
Calla wasn’t sure what he thought of this turn of events, but she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. She was so often wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn’t often take enough time to appreciate the gorgeous man that was frequently between her sheets and legs. His honeyed hair typically looked perfectly styled, and while his dark eyes were piercing, he had a warm smile and strong jaw. She took a moment to step back from Tom and take him in with her eyes. She’d spent so much time worried that she wasn’t enough that she had missed when Tom would look at her with the same appreciative gaze. That expression was on his face now, tinted with just a bit of curiosity at Calla’s change in behavior.
She took the moment to speak up.
“I want you to tie me up,” the words tumbled from her mouth quickly, too quickly.
“Are you sure?” Tom questioned.
Calla took a deep breath. “Yes, please. Restrain me.” She was suddenly aware of the fact that she didn’t just want it; she needed the release that came with bondage. Tom was eager to oblige.
“It would be my pleasure,” he replied as he took Calla’s hand and lead her to his bedroom.
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Tom instructed her to strip to her bra and panties, a command in his voice that he had been waiting until now, to use, and Calla was only too happy to obey. He pulled the blanket to the foot of the bed and motioned for Calla to sit. As she did, Calla saw Tom open a drawer of his dresser she had long suspected of housing implements such as blindfolds and handcuffs. She had been right.
Calla watched as Tom removed two cuffs, each attached to a strap. He knelt on the bed as he looped each of the cuffs around her wrists.
“I’m only going to bind your hands. I don’t want to scare you off with too much too soon. We can take them off at any time.”
He was careful that the cuffs were snug enough to stay in place but not too tight to hurt her. Then, Tom grabbed one of the straps and secured it through a slot in his headboard. Calla wondered how she’d never wondered how perfect Tom’s bed was for bondage before then, but the thought was short-lived as she felt first one and then the other arm pulled slightly apart.
“Is that okay?” Tom asked, and Calla nodded. There was tension, but she was still comfortable. She felt the slightest bit of apprehension, but she also knew it would be okay, just like when she was strapped into a ride.
When Tom had finished, he disrobed, carefully draping his own clothing over the chair in the corner of the room. He had always been more fastidious than Calla. his pubic hair was more neatly trimmed than her own natural thicket. Yet, Tom never seemed to mind.
Tom crawled onto the bed toward Calla, who couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Apparently, she had forgotten to keep breathing, too.
“Breathe,” he instructed her. And she did. Tom’s face was nearly touching Calla’s as she exhaled. When her mouth finally closed, he pressed his lips against hers, parting them with her tongue. Calla instinctively moved to place her hand at the back of his head as she returned his kiss hungrily but remembered that it was bound. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Tom noticed and smiled.
While Calla’s hands were bound, Tom’s were busy exploring her body. He had caressed from her face down to her neck, across her breasts and even further south to her thighs. Calla felt as though his touch left a fiery trail on her skin. She was as sensitive as she’d ever been, and her nipples were almost painfully erect beneath the fabric of her bra.
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Calla had no option but to raise her hips as Tom reached to pull off her panties. As if she would have resisted either way. He pulled the fabric off of her body, and Calla felt more exposed than she ever had, despite still wearing her bra.
Tom noted the musk of her arousal as she pushed Calla’s thighs apart with his hands. Her vulva was glistening and swollen with arousal. Tom easily slipped a finger inside her, and Calla gasped softly. Then, he added another and slid his thumb over her clitoris. Typically, Calla might have bent her arms or grasped at the sheets, perhaps cupped her breasts. But with her wrists bound, all she could do was tense and bend her legs.
Calla and Tom had had sex enough for him to understand her body’s needs. He applied firm pleasure to her clitoris as he fingered her pussy. He wasted no time getting up to speed, and Calla found herself moving her hips in rhythm with Tom’s hand. Unable to press Tom’s head against her vulva, Calla was experiencing different sensations than usual. Still, it took only a few minutes before her body became as tense as it could get. And, then, her orgasm washed over her. She turned her face toward the pillow and moaned, her body going slack as the tension flooded from her muscles.
Tom pulled his fingers from Calla’s pussy and brought them up to her lips.
“Suck.” And she did.
As Tim’s fingers penetrated Calla’s mouth, he was positioning his hips closer to hers, sliding between her legs, and pushing the head of his cock between her lips. Calla moaned against Tom’s fingers when he entered her. He wasn’t trying to take his time. Instead, Tom thrust all the way into her. He grasped Calla’s hip for leverage and locked eyes with her.
Although she couldn’t move her hands, Calla’s legs were free to move, and she wrapped her calves around Tom’s sides above his hips. This lifted her butt from the bed, raising her hips above her head. As Tom thrust into her, his mons rubbed against hers, stimulating her clitoris.
Calla couldn’t help but break eye contact with Tom. It was all too intense. She moaned and rocked her hips, wishing she could grab Tom’s ass and pull him closer to her. He filled her completely, and she strained against her binds.
For Tom, too, the addition of the cuffs was electrifying. He grunted as he pushed into Calla’s pussy over and over. His breaths came ragged, warm against Calla’s skin. Their sex had always been fantastic, but Tom seemed to be even more involved than usual, enticed by Calla’s wrists in bondage.
At that moment, Calla realized that while she was restricted from moving her hands, Tom was wrapped between her legs. And the safety provided wasn’t just because she was immobilized. Tom had taken care with the bonds because he cared about Calla and wanted to share this pleasure with her. She wasn’t just free because she lacked control; Calla was safe because Tom would protect her.
That thought allowed Calla to let go of every thought entirely and to be free in the moment, ignoring how she might look or sound and simply letting herself be. It was exactly what she needed to orgasm again, this time a stronger release that spread throughout her body. Tom kissed her forehead as she came, and sensing that she has finally let go, allowed himself to do the same. With one final thrust, he released himself deep inside Calla, cum filling her.
As Tom’s bodies relaxed and weight down upon hers, and the tension increased in the straps. Calla cast her eyes toward them, and Tom’s eyes followed. He traced his fingers along the length of fabric unless he reached Calla’s inner wrist. She twitched and laughed; the sensation tickled. Tom laughed, too, and she could tell his smile was genuine because it reached his eyes.
There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to tie you up,” Tom said softly.
“And thank you for enabling me to be so free. I can’t wait for you to restrain even more of me and for the release that will bring.
Calla smiled, suddenly feeling a bit shy, but Tom didn’t mind. He leaned forward to kiss her tenderly before lying his head on her chest. Calla wondered if he was listening to her heartbeat; it was still racing. She breathed slowly to slow her pulse and closed her eyes, smiling to herself, still free from all the worried in the world for the time being.
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