“Just my hands, or my neck, too? I remember there were three holes in that wood frame.”
“You decide how far you want to go, whatever you want is fine with me. We can do just your hands, so you'll be secured, but you can still move your body somewhat freely as long as you don't get off the bench. I won't lie, I'd like to secure your neck, too. Don't worry, the whole thing is padded, and the holes are large enough that you won't even feel it around your neck if you keep your head straight. But that way you're fully restrained and can't even look over your shoulder, so that whatever I do behind your back you won't know until I touch you.”
My c**k definitely likes the picture of Bella's ass sticking into the air that way. She still looks a little hesitant, so I bring my hands up to cup her face, and stroke her cheeks gently.
“Just think about it for a moment. You're kneeling on the bench, your wrists and neck all secured so you can't move, can't get away. You're vulnerable, helpless, more so than ever before because the rope you can pull off, and the cuffs are not that hard to unbuckle, either, but there's no way you can open the stocks yourself, you're completely at my mercy.” I let my hands drift lower so that I'm running my fingers down to her shoulders, idly stroking over her soft skin.
“That also means that your ass is in the air, and I can run my fingers up and down your thighs, or in between. Maybe I'll even tie your ankles to the bench, spread wide to leave you completely open to me. There's really not much you can do now, I can touch you, spank you, f**k you, make you come over and over again – whatever I want to do to you.” Her lips are slightly parted by the end of my little explanation, and I can tell that I'm not the only one who's excited about the idea.
“How does that sound to you, my little minx?”
She shrugs, trying to play cool but utterly failing.
“I just don't know if I want you to f**k me while my neck is inside a rigid wooden structure, padded or not.”
Oh, she's good, still thinking straight even though she must be more than just a little aroused by now, judging from the way she is grinding herself against my legs.
“It would probably be a good idea to get your neck out of the stocks before I do that. But for f**king your mouth or having you jerk me off with your hand I think I can keep you all locked up.”
She bites her lip, and her fingers close around my forearms, making my hands still.
“And would you just f**k my mouth and pu**y?”
“Probably not. I think I'd even order you to properly clean yourself beforehand, so I can do whatever I want with your ass.” Now she's squirming for real, but she doesn't veto that idea. Bella doesn't really seem opposed to that at all, as I find out when she answers me.
“I think I really like that idea. So what was the other, sensation based scene?”
As she's already so hot and bothered, I figure I can be more daring than I thought at first.
“Remember when I blindfolded you the last time? How that heightened what you felt?”
Her nod is eager, and I hear her breath pick up. “Yes.”
“I want to do something like that again, only go a little further. You just have to trust me.”
“I always trust you.”
I'm not sure she really does, but she trusts me enough, and scenes like the one on my mind will hopefully further that trust.
“Good. Because I want to blindfold you, and then I want to gag you, and then I want to tie you up in a way that you can't really move anymore. I promise you, I won't leave your side, but you'll have no way of knowing what I'm up to. And even though I'll just touch you, kiss you and caress you gently, you won't see it coming, you won't anticipate anything.” I can see her unease, and I'm not really surprised by that.
“Do you really have to gag me?”
“That's the plan.”
She nods, but not too happily.
“What if I have to use my safe word? How will you know if I panic?” The answer should be obvious, but again I'm relieved that she thinks about her own safety, too.
“First off, if you panic, you squirm differently than when you're aroused, and I will definitely pay close attention to you. Second, we'll use a safe signal that doesn't involve formulating words, something like three quick grunts.
And third, I'll give you one of those toy balls that make these awful noises when you squeeze them. Don't worry, I'll be there to calm you down and release you, should you want that.”
My assurance pacifies her, but she's still uneasy.
“That's all you'll be doing, kissing and touching me? Sounds a little tame for your standards.”
And just like that, her playful nature is peeking through.
“All I would do for a first attempt. Why, want me to do more?” Bella shrugs, clearly contemplating what to say.
“I think it would be nice if you make me come, too. I mean I love it when you make me come when I'm tied up, now with the focus even more on your touch, it might feel really good if you, you know, eat me out.” I grin up at her. “Sounds good to me.”
“Okay.”
I should probably leave it at that, and be happy that I don't have to convince her of anything, but that would be too easy. I don't know why, but whenever she's this quick to comply, I feel I'm not trying hard enough.
“Do you think you might be up for a little more if we get to that, and you're feeling okay with the restriction and being blindfolded and gagged?”