THE ADMIRER - F/F - updated for December 26
Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 1:08 pm
THE ADMIRER (F/F)
She approached the door with great trepidation…and even greater excitement.
“Know this! When you enter the room, you will be all mine…to do with as I please. Do not fear. I promise only great pleasure, but you must trust me!” The message rang repeatedly in Christine’s anxious brain as she took another tentative step towards the doorway.
Christine, also known as Cris to her friends, was a 29-year old woman. She was not a classic beauty. She had long black hair and an attractive face. However, she had always been apprehensive about her body. She had become chubby in her teen years. While she was not grossly overweight, she knew that she was what most people would call “plus sized.” Her skin was porcelain smooth, and her body was very curvaceous, but she would never be mistaken for a model.
Still, she had managed to grab the attention of…her admirer. This person adored her and even worshiped her. They had been together for several months now and Cris always felt loved and taken care of when she was with her admirer. When they had made love, she felt unworthy of such incredible adoration. But she knew, deep in her heart, that could trust her admirer.
Her mind made up, she took a deep breath and shed the dark blue silk robe that she wore so that she was totally nude. She slipped on the sleep mask over her eyes before groping for the doorknob and opening the door.
“I’m here,” she said meekly.
“Aah! So you are, my lovely girl! Come in!” said Cris’ admirer. Cris stepped over the threshold and slowly shut the door behind her. She now stood naked before her admirer…completely revealed, exposed and vulnerable.
Cris started as a hand caressed her cheek and she felt herself kissed on the lips.
“Relax, my sweet! You are completely safe in my hands!” said the admirer. She felt one hand grasped gently to guide her.
“Get on the bed now, that’s a good girl!” said the admirer.
Cris felt for the bed and crawled onto it and lay down. Her heart was pounding and her chest was heaving. Again, the hand caressed her cheek and another kiss gently touched her lips.
“Do you trust me, dearest Cris?” asked the voice.
“Y-Yes,” answered Cris.
Cris tried to sense where her admirer was, to no avail. She felt one wrist gently pulled and soft rope gently wrapped around it. She felt the rope being pulled bringing her wrist with it until her arm was more or less straight. She felt the rope move and then go still. She pulled but her right wrist had been tied off.
“Are you tying me up?” asked Cris. A finger gently touched her lips silencing her. She then felt her left wrist similarly tied so that she was now secured to the bed.
“Shall I continue, my sweet?” asked the admirer. Cris merely nodded, afraid that her voice would betray her apprehension.
This time, Cris felt her left ankle snared with more of the soft rope and tied off. Soon, her other ankle was similarly secured. Now, Cris lay on the bed spreadeagled…helpless…exposed.
“Please be gentle with me,” pleaded Cris.
In response, the hand caressed her cheek and she was again kissed, but the hand strayed down to her chest where she felt her ample breasts fondled. To her utter confusion, she felt her nipples harden as she was touched…caressed…worshiped.
Two hands caressed and gently squeezed her breasts. Fingers poked her turgid nipples. Fingertips traveled down her stomach down to her thighs, knees, shin and feet before disappearing. The touch returned but this time starting from her other foot, up her leg until she felt her breasts being fondled once again.
All this time, Cris’ apprehension was slowly dissipating, to be replaced by another sensation. The touches were like magic, bringing the promise of great pleasure and Cris was slowly but surely looking forward to more.
“So, my sweet captive, shall we begin?” asked the voice.
She approached the door with great trepidation…and even greater excitement.
“Know this! When you enter the room, you will be all mine…to do with as I please. Do not fear. I promise only great pleasure, but you must trust me!” The message rang repeatedly in Christine’s anxious brain as she took another tentative step towards the doorway.
Christine, also known as Cris to her friends, was a 29-year old woman. She was not a classic beauty. She had long black hair and an attractive face. However, she had always been apprehensive about her body. She had become chubby in her teen years. While she was not grossly overweight, she knew that she was what most people would call “plus sized.” Her skin was porcelain smooth, and her body was very curvaceous, but she would never be mistaken for a model.
Still, she had managed to grab the attention of…her admirer. This person adored her and even worshiped her. They had been together for several months now and Cris always felt loved and taken care of when she was with her admirer. When they had made love, she felt unworthy of such incredible adoration. But she knew, deep in her heart, that could trust her admirer.
Her mind made up, she took a deep breath and shed the dark blue silk robe that she wore so that she was totally nude. She slipped on the sleep mask over her eyes before groping for the doorknob and opening the door.
“I’m here,” she said meekly.
“Aah! So you are, my lovely girl! Come in!” said Cris’ admirer. Cris stepped over the threshold and slowly shut the door behind her. She now stood naked before her admirer…completely revealed, exposed and vulnerable.
Cris started as a hand caressed her cheek and she felt herself kissed on the lips.
“Relax, my sweet! You are completely safe in my hands!” said the admirer. She felt one hand grasped gently to guide her.
“Get on the bed now, that’s a good girl!” said the admirer.
Cris felt for the bed and crawled onto it and lay down. Her heart was pounding and her chest was heaving. Again, the hand caressed her cheek and another kiss gently touched her lips.
“Do you trust me, dearest Cris?” asked the voice.
“Y-Yes,” answered Cris.
Cris tried to sense where her admirer was, to no avail. She felt one wrist gently pulled and soft rope gently wrapped around it. She felt the rope being pulled bringing her wrist with it until her arm was more or less straight. She felt the rope move and then go still. She pulled but her right wrist had been tied off.
“Are you tying me up?” asked Cris. A finger gently touched her lips silencing her. She then felt her left wrist similarly tied so that she was now secured to the bed.
“Shall I continue, my sweet?” asked the admirer. Cris merely nodded, afraid that her voice would betray her apprehension.
This time, Cris felt her left ankle snared with more of the soft rope and tied off. Soon, her other ankle was similarly secured. Now, Cris lay on the bed spreadeagled…helpless…exposed.
“Please be gentle with me,” pleaded Cris.
In response, the hand caressed her cheek and she was again kissed, but the hand strayed down to her chest where she felt her ample breasts fondled. To her utter confusion, she felt her nipples harden as she was touched…caressed…worshiped.
Two hands caressed and gently squeezed her breasts. Fingers poked her turgid nipples. Fingertips traveled down her stomach down to her thighs, knees, shin and feet before disappearing. The touch returned but this time starting from her other foot, up her leg until she felt her breasts being fondled once again.
All this time, Cris’ apprehension was slowly dissipating, to be replaced by another sensation. The touches were like magic, bringing the promise of great pleasure and Cris was slowly but surely looking forward to more.
“So, my sweet captive, shall we begin?” asked the voice.