(A musical post – click on the each title to read that section with the relevant piece of music.
The original inspiration for this blog came from this incredible electro/dubstep/classical creation – The Allegretto From Symphony 7)
I felt him prowl around me as though I were a captured animal which had lost its way through a panther’s territory. My skin prickled – my mind screamed at me to beg for forgiveness and my freedom – but my nipples pushing against the thin material of my dress as my breath escaped me in short sharp lustful pants kept me stood in place. My eyes remained angled towards the floor as had been instructed as he had placed the blindfold over me.
Allegretto from Beethoven’s Symphony no.7
Suddenly music surrounded and captured me. Beautiful music which held me in its grip as much as the binds holding my elbows up and together behind my back were. I was scared but so enraptured by him and this…whatever this was. A sensory overload. A warm, sensuous otherworldly experience and one which i had never expected as I started my night.
The music started out so peacefully. The volume seemed shocking still but nothing compared to how it progressed. Before long the soaring strings filled me further still and I felt as though my mind could take no more…I was beyond over stimulated. And he had not even touched me yet.
I had no idea what to expect having only just met this man mere hours before. He had told me during our three hour conversation which took our attention from anything going on in the bar surrounding us, that he enjoyed creating the unknown. Building situations, scenes, which would overwhelm and be the most tantalising, sensual experience. I was beyond enthralled by his words.
The music built once again…my mind was lost, my body was overawed with all it was experiencing despite him not having laid one finger on me. I was creating all this in my own head, but sometimes that is the most powerful weapon we can use to shock and awe another. I felt myself slumping forward and fell in to him, my head rested on his shoulder. His hands ran up my back from the base of my spine, the shock of electricity as they moved from cotton dress to bare skin made me gasp, and up to my neck where they rested, one hand cupping the other, both hands now holding my neck in place. His thumbs moved around lifting and holding my jaw straight toward him and I could feel his breath wash over me warmly his face mere millimetres away from mine.
Was he going to kiss me? No, instead he held me there. As the music changed to a quieter yet somehow darker piece I felt myself yield to him. I had no where to go, no reason to leave, no requirement to feel ill at ease for even if I did, would he let me free? Unlikely…this was his game. I let go of my ideas of my imperfections – he was so close to me, and with only a thin layer of summer cotton to protect me, what would it matter that I hate my thighs? That my breasts aren’t the perfect peaks they once were? I could sense him eying me hungrily, this man with whom I could have talked all night, was wantonly longing for me in all my glory. At that moment I felt my mind release. My head rested entirely into his hands, I felt him re-adjust his thumbs a little to incorporate the extra pressure…I felt my body wash over with relaxation as the message from my brain told it that this was good.
Fantasia On A Theme - Ralph V. Williams
He had me now. I was his – i felt it in myself. I would take and do anything required of me. I knew this would be intense, but with no basis of what to expect, the newness of these emotional and mental sensations mixed with the music made my eyes fill behind the blindfold. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed and so naive…I felt childlike again, but mixed with the heady sense of lust and need and desire which swirled around us, I had never felt more powerful or alive either. It was a contradiction beyond my understanding but I knew that it was not for me to understand – certainly not right now anyway.
I felt his right hand move away from my neck whilst the left stayed in place holding me where he wished for me to be. The music escalated into a beautiful mind blowing crecsendo as I felt the zip which went from top to bottom of the front of my dress began to move. The sensations of the cool metal, the material and his skin brushing my body as the zip gave way to him made me gasp, the sound of which was lost in the violin now playing around us. My breath which had been slowing thankfully down began to quicken once again as the prospect of what was next began to swirl in my mind. As the zip yielded entirely I felt the dress fall open and enjoyed the gentlest of caresses it gave my thighs just where the hem fell upon them. He left the thin straps over my shoulders which were still pushed forcefully back by the rope tied around my forearms – the pressure of which was just starting to creep over me and make me aware of some level of physical discomfort beyond that of my initial mental anguish.
The hand which had unzipped me then gently traced my side from hairline, down my cheek to my jawline, down my neck (which made my body tingle deliciously and painfully), over my collarbone, brushing past my right breast with the softest of touches before sweeping over my stomach to my hip and ending upon on backside. Any embarrassment I may have felt with previous lovers under the hard gaze of such minute attention was utterly lost on me and I revelled in his touch and the gaze which no doubt followed it. This moment was my decent in to submission and my rise to perfection. I felt goddess like, and with no way to check otherwise, what with my sight being hindered, who was I to contradict myself? My mind felt I was a goddess…so be it.
He pulled me into him by the hand grasping the right cheek of my backside. I felt his lips brush mine as we neared and electricity shot through my body straight to my sex which I now realised was throbbing, desperate for attention after this long, sensual build up, all of which had used very little in the form of touch. The brush of his mouth was over in just the briefest moment and I felt a pressure from his hand on the back of my neck which felt like a command to move – a change of direction was happening and I could do nothing but follow his silent demands. I had not seen the room as he had tied and blindfolded me in the room outside of this one. I had no sense of direction or sense of scale; I had no understanding of where I was or what was happening, but I was just utterly aware of the all consuming music which now played a stunning, lilting piano piece which calmed and carried me and willed me to go on and experience what was to come.
He was now stood beside me and the pressure on my neck was gently pushing me towards… something. He stopped me with a short tightening of his thumb and fingers before the pressure resumed and led me to bend forwards over…well…something. It felt hard, not cold as such, perhaps a polished wooden table? Or side board? Then I noted that the object was long enough for me to lean over from hip to head… so it was long, but I felt there was no edge beyond my breasts so as the pressure of my leaning on them built they pushed out a little and on to nothing – so the item was long and thin. I had read of these items…I thought they were used only in dungeons in fetish clubs. Clearly not. I felt him fold my dress up to neck so my back was entirely bare. The next sensation I had was of something metal clasping around my waist. The cold was a bitter pill to take after the gentleness and warmth I had experienced so far and again I gasped, only this time in shock and I felt my eye brows and forehead crease in mild annoyance. The short, sharp spank he inflicted upon me for this brief expression made the breath fly out of my lungs. What on earth was going on? My mind felt once again all at sea…totally confused about what was going on. I tried to sit back up in shock, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I was to another of those smacks the longer I remained in this position. But by this point the harness had encircled my waist and I had no where to go.
The music soared around me. I felt giddy but still so very turned on. The spread of warmth which had swiftly followed the shortness of the pain made me somehow wish for more. It felt…good? Could it feel good to have a near stranger spanking ones’ behind for feeling annoyed? I had little time to think about it, or about whether I actually wanted more because the next thing I felt was a warm palm tracing down from lower back to the crook of my knee. The thighs I hated so much suddenly the object of such desire. I felt his left hand place itself on my lower back as the right hand continued its journey over my right thigh and ass cheek. He began to focus a circular motion over my cheek before suddenly a shot of pain sliced through the very spot that warm hand had just been caressing. 5 short spanks followed before three soothing circles with the palm before 5 more spanks. He followed this pattern for longer than I cared for, and before long my untrained skin felt so sore under his hand that I felt bile rising in my throat. It was too much. I tried desperately to tell him, but the violins and beauty of the music washing over us mixed with this new, incredible, sensual situation and the pain I was experiencing made my mind blank – it could not work out quite how to form the words required to make him stop…and that was when I felt it. A new level in my mind slowly dawning on me. I felt as though I had somehow drowned and awoken into a new world…my physical body felt as heavy and as light as lead and feather at once – I was floating and sinking as one and was not even a little bit afraid. I felt freer than I had ever done. My mind ceased to think. Worries disappeared – I was all consumed by whatever this incredible sensation was. The pain which mere seconds before had been too much to bear, hardly registered. In fact, each strike was a bliss which I wished more of. I felt everything and nothing, and whilst each hit reminded me of where I was it simultaneously pushed me further out in to what I can only describe as space. I felt utterly and completely high.
The final crescendo of the music signalled his attention on my right cheek coming to a close. As the silence briefly ensued I heard his breath coming hard and fast from his lungs, pushed out, by the exertion of his efforts? Or by the sheer sexual pleasure doing this to me was causing him? I had no idea, nor did I particularly care. I just wanted more.
String Symphony No. 4, Andante - Felix Mendelssohn
As he stood himself upright, I lay there trapped in my blissful state. I could have stayed there forever. His attentions on to the left cheek alerted me to a shift in situation though and suddenly I recalled what I had had to endure before this peace had taken over. But since I was already so within my submissive space, the pain of the left cheek was somehow gentler. Even the final pre sub-space spanks which before had been such agony, were less unpleasant. This time though the fall was gentler. It was less of a shock and I floated there in that beautiful place with the strings consuming my mind and the pain raining down whilst I felt nothing but pleasure and bliss.
Before too soon the music was drawing to a close and his spanking ceased. I was left there for moments to revel in my blissed out state I can only assume, or else for him to take a moment to gather himself. I could again only guess at what was to come next. I wasn’t sure how long he had been spanking me, nor did I know how long it had been since we had arrived. I did know that my arms were now starting to ache like mad as the mental high dispersed gently and the pain from the seemingly endless spanking began to creep in. I suddenly felt something warm pour over my ass cheeks…an oil perhaps and never have I felt something more soothing. My skin was so grateful as his hands smoothed it over their burning heat.
The next sensation was of the bindings being untied from my arms. The aching in my shoulders was too much to bear as they dropped suddenly, my hands falling to my side and now hanging limply. The blood rushed back to them and I was quickly aware of all these aches and pains throughout my body and I started to wonder, as my high had now all but left me with only a residual calm ness left to speak of, why I was allowing myself to go through this.
Then I was reminded. He was back – his nails raked down my back from shoulders to the base of my spine. My body fizzled in reaction to the hard sensation after the gentleness of sub space. His hands grabbed at my ass cheeks, hard almost twisting the skin, letting them go before spanking a little, then grabbing again and scratching over the welts which must have developed due to the scorching pain I felt as his nails pulled over them. He has turned animalistic – no more gentle touches or controlled spanking…he was pawing at me, wanting me; before his fingers delved inside me making me cry out with surprise and pleasure. His experienced fingers hit my previously elusive g spot that i had only stumbled upon on a handful of accidental occasions before. He worked over those nerve endings until i was trembling and my body was convulsing uncontrollably, releasing all that energy and pressure and tension he had built up since the moment he had placed my arms in those bindings. Yes my mental tension had been released, in fact my 28 years of mental tension felt like it had been released in that one visit to my submissive headspace, but my physical tension? That was still very much there, vibrating and bubbling away desperate for release – and I got it more than I had ever hoped for or ever experienced before. It was like nothing I had felt in my life – these waves of pleasure pounding over me, time after time. My body convulsed and pushed against its metal jailer which still ran around my waist. His fingers pushed on until I had no energy left in me and as the orgasm of my life faded away I was left relieved beyond belief. He had cleared away mental and physical cobwebs I didn’t even realise existed within me! I felt like a new woman.
And now it was his turn. The sexual tension must have been as rife within him as it had been in me, and as his long hard cock pushed deep inside me, his hands griping my waist hard, my body found it’s voice at last and I cried out – long, and guttural and animal-like. I was wild and alive and his desperate thrusts pushed me on and on. Energy built up within me once again, pleasure grew and swirled within my body. Over the crescendo of the music all I could now hear was my own cries and heavy breath, but his orgasm was undeniable as his voice carried over the strings and filled me with a new sensual pride and my orgasm followed swift suit. He pushed hard into me one…two…three times, forcefully and without apology. As his climax came to a close, I rode my own wave for as long as he would allow me. He pulled out of me and I felt his warm, fresh cum dribble a little down my leg…somehow nothing had felt as sexy in my entire life. I felt darkly, sensually filthy. Erotic, sexy, alive…
He undid the metal keeper at my waist and as the music came to an end I heard him walk out the room. I dressed quietly and slipped out feeling more incredible than I ever thought possible.
My night of unexpected pleasure had changed my lie forever.