December 31, 2000
"A"
A comes up in my fantasies rather often. It's not because she's
beautiful because she actually isn't. She's not ugly, I suppose, but I doubt
many people would write home about her. She shows up so often because she's
sexually aggressive and she's sexually open-minded. By that I mean that there is
very little she wouldn't try once. I'm not like that so that's sort of appealing
to me.
Anyway, my fantasy lately isn't really anything new. I have other similar
fantasies. In this one A, who knows a bit about my interests,
teases me by handcuffing me to a post or pole. She does it quickly, before I
know what she's doing. I protest for a moment, but I'm also incredibly turned
on. My arousal becomes physically apparent to A. She calms me by
starting to caress me.
A asks me if I'm enjoying it and I nod. I'm embarrassed and I'm
also really turned on so it's hard to talk. She kisses me very gently... It's
not passionate, its more sweet than anything else.
Now she crouches down to shackle me to the post. She runs her hand up the inside
of my leg as she comes back up, lightly running it over the bulge in my pants.
She unbuttons my shirt and starts rubbing my chest and playing with my nipples.
I'm completely lost in arousal.
"What else," she asks quietly. I'm too worked up to think clearly, but what she
is doing is letting me live out a fantasy. She knows how much it means to me.
"My clothes," I mumble. I find it hard to talk when I'm REALLY turned on.
She says she'll have to cut them off and asks if that's okay. I nod. A returns
with a pair of scissors. After removing my belt and my shoes, she starts slicing
off my clothing with the scissors. My shirt and pants fall away on either side.
I'm left standing there in nothing but my underwear. A runs her fingertip around
the top of the underwear between my skin and the elastic. This little gesture
arouses me even more if that's possible. Finally, having teased me, she snips
the underwear on either side and pulls it off.
She caresses me all over, momentarily taking my erection in her hand. She makes
appreciative comments as she examines me. One of my fantasies is to be examined
while helpless. To be appraised almost as a thing rather than a person.
Anyway, A leans in and whispers in my ear, "Anything else?"
"Gag me," I ask.
A thinks for a moment and then, with a very sexy smile, she reaches up under her
skirt and slips down her panties. She stuffs them in my mouth and then uses a
piece of wide, clear tape to secure them.
Running her fingers through my hair, A whispers in my ear that
she's going to leave me here for awhile but that she'll check on me at some
point to make sure I'm okay. She also tells me that she's not sure how long
she'll keep me like this or what she might do next. She knows that will turn me
on.
She walks to the door and turns out the light. Before she closes the door and
leaves me she says just one last thing:
"Have fun."