Sorry for the delay folks! Unfortunately, I had started writing this a month or two ago, but because I had started writing it on the website and not on MS Word, the page refreshed and I lost all my progress. I got pretty pissed off so I took a break. Hopefully the next part will come out sooner than this one. Enjoy!
Part II:
We decided to set up a playdate a week from when we messaged each other that night. I was both nervous and excited. It had been a while since I played with someone. What made it even more exciting for me was that unlike my tinder date, Karen and I were meeting up for the sole purpose of me tying her up and playing with her.
The week leading up to our bondage date felt like an eternity. Karen and I messaged each other every day leading up to the big occasion. We got to know each other a little better and we continued sexting as well. The day before our bondage date I was messaging Karen after work when she asked me what I was most looking forward to doing to her. I told her that I loved gags, and that I really wanted to gag her and hear her mmmphing into one. She told me to wait a couple of minutes. After about 5 minutes or so she sent me an audio clip. I played it and my ears perked up. It sounded like she had gagged herself with something and was mmmphing and moaning sensually. She messaged me back saying that she was home alone, and she had gagged herself with some tape before recording herself. After playing the recording a couple more times, I felt good knowing that she was going to be all mine tomorrow.
It was finally the day of our bondage date. It must have been around springtime because it was nice and sunny out today. Karen said she would head over around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. I had gone out and bought a bottle of wine earlier that day. Sometime after 5 I got a message from Karen telling me she was almost here. I went outside to greet her. After a couple minutes I saw her pull into my driveway in a large black truck. I admit it was kind of bizarre seeing Karen (kind of a shorter woman) coming out of this giant truck. I walked over to the truck and helped her down. Her pictures did not do her justice. She looked hot. She was around 5’04 or 5’05. I knew she was not tall, but she was much shorter than I imagined. She had a pretty face, long jet-black hair, and brown eyes. There were signs of aging of course being that she was in her 40s, but she looked good. Speaking of looking good, I told Karen the night before that I wanted her to come over wearing black underwear, and either a tight dress, or something similarly sexy to show off her voluptuous figure (short shorts or tight leggings & a nice top to show off her cleavage). As she was getting out of her truck, I noticed that she was wearing a tight black dress. The dress was short, and they were riding up her legs as she climbed down from her truck. The dress did a great job accentuating all her curves and her big round ass. I appreciated the fact that she picked a dress with great cleavage, because her tits looked great. She had a warm smile on her face as she said hi to me and gave me a big hug. She smelled good too. After exchanging pleasantries, I gave her a little tour of my place before settling down in the living room.
I brought out the wine, opened it in front of her (I wanted her to feel safe
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) and poured a glass for both of us. We talked for a while. We asked each other more questions, talked about current events, and joked around. As we drank and talked with each other I gradually noticed Karen scooting closer and closer to me. By the end of our second glass of wine she was sitting next to me and leaning up against me. I had my arm around her as we continued talking and laughing with each other. Karen had started slowly running her hand up and down my leg, gradually getting closer to my crotch. She probably noticed by now that I was fully erect. I started to think about how we would transition into our little game. I stopped talking and looked at Karen, “Hey will you pour me another glass?” “Sure hon”, she said as she turned her back to me and reach across the living room table. Before she could grab the bottle I made my move. I reached over and firmly clamped a hand over her mouth while pulling her back to me. She made a surprised “MMMPH” noise into my hand and tensed up for a second before relaxing. I held her tightly against my body and whispered into her ear: “you ready to have a little fun now?” She mmmpphed into my hand and nodded her head. “Good girl”
TO BE CONTINUED…