Michael withdrew his cock, rolling off of Elena and taking a deep breath. He removed the silk ties from her wrists and she pulled her arms across her chest, feeling utterly unself-conscious.
They lay in silence for a few moments, no sounds of activity or movement within the large house. Elena was used to her own home where she could hear her nearest neighbors watching television or walking around at night.
Elena smiled, feeling contented and feeling certain that her chosen lipstick shade had been properly smudged. “It’s a shame,” Elena said.
“What’s that?” Michael asked.
“That we already had a blind date. We won’t be able to do that again.”
“I think I could make it a blind date,” Michael responded.
“How’s that?” Elena asked, intrigued.
“There’s more than one way to be blind,” he said.
Chapter 2 Elena studied her reflection in the mirror as she applied her lipstick. At Michael’s request, she had gone with a bolder shade than what she wore the previous weekend. She wasn’t even sure if it had been a request or an order. She had chosen a more muted shade initially, but she changed her mind. If it was going to please Michael, what was the big deal? She found that she wanted to please him and she wasn’t quite sure why.
Elena wished that she didn’t feel so nervous about seeing him again. What did he see in her? She supposed she was attractive enough, but compared to Michael, she felt a bit plain. Looking at herself, though, she did see an excitement and enthusiasm that had not been present just the week before. She felt happy, an incredible anticipation at seeing him again.
This time, Michael was going to pick her up and Elena was thrilled when he arrived. “Right on time,” she said, grabbing her small clutch and heading out the door.
“Always,” he replied, kissing her. Elena hoped that the kiss was a preview of coming attractions. She had been thinking about their night together all week and she was excited to see what might happen tonight. She shook her head just slightly as though to clear her mind of any bad thoughts. She wanted to focus on having fun and just seeing where the night took them.
Michael was focused on the road ahead. “How was your week?” Elena asked, trying to fill the silence and learn more about him. He looked so serious when he was driving and she imagined him sitting in his office with the same intense look of concentration on his face.
“Busy,” he said. “But good. We’re in the process of opening two new divisions, so that keeps me quite busy.”
“What exactly is your business?” Elena asked, feeling as though she should know that by now – though she blushed a bit remembering that they hadn’t exactly done a lot of talking on their date.
“I own a software company,” Michael said. “I’m working to expand it at the moment. How about you? What do you do?”
“I’m a paralegal,” Elena said. “It’s not a particularly sexy job, but I do feel like I’m helping people.”
“Do you enjoy it?” Michael asked, still focused on the road ahead, though Elena had the sense that his attention was more focused upon her than it seemed.
“Sometimes,” Elena admitted. “It is always something different. I like that aspect. It’s a smaller firm so we can provide more personal attention.”
“Open your legs,” Michael ordered and Elena hesitated, not sure she had heard him correctly. It was such an abrupt shift in topic that Elena initially felt confused. Elena looked at him, as though for clarification and Michael repeated the words in the same even tone. “Open your legs.”
Elena hesitated, wondering why Michael would tell her to do such a thing. He said it in such a matter-of-fact way too, that she wondered why she was second-guessing just doing it. She thought back to their previous date and remembered the wonderful outcome of following along with Michael’s orders. This could lead to something fun and Elena knew if she wanted to stop, she would.
She parted her legs, feeling bold as she did so. Her dress was blue and shorter than the black one she had worn on their previous date and though her underwear wasn’t quite on display, she still felt very exposed. It was thrilling to her, though she felt nervous for reasons she could not really articulate.
Michael reached over with one hand and pulled Elena’s dress up so the tops of her thighs were bared. She began breathing harder just at his touch. He rested his hand on her thigh. She spread her legs farther in anticipation, but he simply chuckled and kept his hand in place.
“So greedy,” he said with an affectionate tone to his voice. His hand remained high on her thigh, but he wasn’t touching her in the ways she wanted. It was teasing, a very simple torture that was quickly making her very excited. She didn’t think Michael’s control was very strong, but it seemed that his every movement was designed to prove her wrong. She was determined not to let him know exactly how much he was affecting her.
When they reached the restaurant, Elena was a bit disappointed that Michael pulled his hand away, but she smiled at him. Had she really expected him to keep touching her right there in the parking lot? They were seated and Michael offered to order for her again. Elena just nodded, not quite trusting her voice as she was feeling aroused.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked, so directly and she felt herself blushing. She nodded again. How could he ask her such a thing in such a public place? And why did those words make her so wet?
“Tell me,” he said.
She shook her head, unsure that she could speak those words, could make that admission to him. Was he aroused as well? She wouldn’t know just to look at him. Yet the words he was saying seemed so rife with sexual meaning; how could he not be aroused?
“Tell me, Elena,” he said again, his tone even as she blushed beneath his gaze. It was true, so why didn’t she want to admit it? It was the act of saying the words that seemed to be so hard for her.
Still, the words came. “I’m wet,” she said in a quiet voice. Just saying the words aloud to him made her more excited.
“Good,” he said in that same tone. “I like you that way.” The waiter appeared again with their drinks and Michael exchanged a few words with him, as though completely unaffected by the heated exchange between them.
Elena noticed the ease with which Michael interacted with people, never losing control of himself. She glanced at him, so handsome in his suit and she was feeling a bit fancy herself in her new blue dress. She didn’t indulge often in shopping, but the smile on Michael’s face made her feel he was pleased with her and that made her feel pleased with herself. She wasn’t quite sure why his approval mattered so much to her, but it did.
“Tell me about your day,” Michael said, taking a sip of the wine that he’d ordered. Elena took a sip, too, which quickly became a second sip. Each time Elena thought she knew what to expect, Michael would surprise her.
“I met with clients today for interrogatories. We spent the whole afternoon answering questions.”
“Do you like answering questions?” Michael asked. Elena thought he had a definite talent for infusing seemingly harmless inquiries with deeper meaning. Thoughts of wine dripping on her bound body made her squirm in her seat.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I do.” Why was she admitting such things to him? Elena realized that she wanted to share with him.
“Good girl,” he replied and the words made her melt in her chair, affectionate in a way that Elena didn’t yet fully understand.
“Go to the bathroom and remove your underwear. Fold them up and come back to the table and hand them to me.” Michael’s calm demeanor was the same as when he had placed their drink order.
Elena paused for a moment, not certain if Michael was being serious, but a glance at him showed no indication he was joking. She had no intention of doing that; there were in such a lovely restaurant that such things just weren’t done. Michael said nothing further as they sat and sipped the wine.
What was it about Michael? He was so confident and Elena found herself dra
wn to that. She looked at him across the table. He wasn’t being forceful or cruel, but he definitely knew what he wanted. Elena decided that she wanted the adventure. She headed to the bathroom, certain that everyone in the restaurant knew exactly what she was planning to do. Her heart was pounding wildly.
The lights in the restroom felt harsh in comparison with the rest of the restaurant. Elena felt heat in her cheeks, though she knew it wasn’t from the fluorescents overhead. She felt the heat radiate through her.
Elena slipped into a stall and shut the door behind her. She pulled up the blue dress, exposing the red g-string beneath. She had hoped to surprise Michael and show him the daring panties later in the evening. She remembered Michael’s words from their previous date and a hint about being blindfolded and she smiled.
She slid the g-string down her stocking-clad thighs and placed the panties in her hand. In her rush to the bathroom, Elena had left her clutch on the table. Though small, it would have been perfect for transporting her intimates back to the table.
She felt like a scarlet woman as she made the long trek back to the table. She had wadded up the g-string – not much fabric by its nature – tightly in her palm, worried that the fabric would be coated with her nervous perspiration.
Elena gingerly sat back into her seat, worried anew that her short dress would rise up indecently. The dress wasn’t too short, she knew; it just felt short when she thought about inadvertently flashing all of the restaurant’s patrons.
Michael looked up at her expectantly and Elena felt as though they were playing a game and only Michael knew the rules. Still, she was excited about being given the chance to play. If it was indeed a game she decided that she would make sure she was a worthy competitor.
Elena swallowed hard, looking around. She never felt as though people really noticed her, but now she was sitting in the restaurant with Michael, she felt as though people were watching her. She tingled, feeling a thrill as she and Michael shared a private secret in such a public place.
She handled the satiny piece of fabric to Michael, who took it with an approving nod and placed it directly in his breast pocket. He didn’t say a word about the scarlet panties, but Elena felt a tingle nevertheless. There was something so intimate about the exchange that Elena felt her face redden again. She had no control over her own reactions.
As though doing well-choreographed dance, the wait staff returned with their plates of scallops and pasta. Elena and Michael made conversation about books they both enjoyed. There was no hint of the sexual tension from earlier, though Elena did feel distracted throughout dinner. She felt so aware of her body, noting that a thin layer of dress separated her bare ass from the chair. Even though Michael was seated across the table from her, Elena felt his control as surely as if he were sitting beside her and touching her.
Elena felt aroused, but there was more than the arousal. She felt alive and highly sexual, even though they were in a restaurant just eating dinner. Knowing Michael held on to her panties was very exciting to her. Every word he spoke to her drove her deeper into arousal though his words were not overtly sexual or meant to tantalize. She liked the feeling and that made her a bit uneasy as though she should resist it more.
Chapter 3
When dinner was complete, Michael again asked if Elena wanted to accompany him back to his house. She thought of playing coy, but at this point, her underwear was rolled up and in his pocket; she decided that she was going to give herself over to the experience.
She climbed into his car and at his order, pulled her dress up on her thighs. “Just leave it there,” he said and again placed his hand on her thigh. Though she wanted more, he denied her his fingers and his touch. Elena decided to pretend that she didn’t want what Michael was denying her, but she was certain he wasn’t fooled.
By the time they arrived back at Michael’s house, Elena was ready to attack Michael right there in the car. Such aggressive thoughts rarely occurred to her and the thought made her smile. Of course, she held off as they both preferred to let him assume control. Michael closed the front door and noticed with pleasure that Elena had not pulled her dress back down. He placed his fingers between her legs, lightly brushing her labia and he felt her total wetness.
“So wet,” he whispered in her ear and she spread her legs to allow his fingers better access. “I haven’t forgotten about our ‘blind date’.” Elena shivered, growing wetter as they stood there. His fingers touched her so gently that it was as though he wasn’t touching her at all. She opened her legs more, wanting to draw him into her, but he moved his hand away.
Michael placed his hand in his inner pocket – the pocket where Elena’s g-string had been stored – but to her surprise what he pulled out was not her g-string. Instead, in his hand was a black, leather blindfold. Elena felt her knees grow weak just from seeing it. How exciting such a small item could be.
She waited for him to take her back to his bedroom, but Michael was full of surprises. He began undressing Elena, slowly pulling off her blue dress. “This,” he said, kissing her, “is an excellent dress.” Her hair was worn loose, falling around her shoulders and he brushed it back to reveal her neck.
Michael kissed her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulders. She felt particularly bare without her g-string, standing in Michael’s foyer wearing only her red, lacy bra and stockings and shoes.
“I feel naked,” she murmured, wanting to cover herself, but also wanting him to look at her and see her, see all of her.
“I’ll help with that,” he said, his voice still low. “Do you want this?” He waited for Elena to nod before placing the blindfold over her eyes, enclosing her in the darkness.
Help? The blindfold only intensified the sensations she was having and though it was only Michael there, she felt on display, more naked than if she had been standing there wearing nothing.
There was silence for a few moments and Elena tried to listen to tell what Michael was doing. “You are so beautiful,” he said finally. Had he been watching her?
“Want to play a game?” he asked and she was nearly panting with need when she nodded. Maybe a game meant that he would touch her; the teasing was exciting, but she couldn’t help but want more.
“Yes,” she said. “I do.”
Though she couldn’t see herself, Michael could and he liked what he saw. Her bright red lipstick stood out against her pale skin and the black blindfold. She had such a beautiful way about her, yet he could see how unsure of herself she was.
“I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and walk ahead of me. I’ll give you directions and as long as you listen and do as I say, you won’t fall.”
Elena got wetter still when she felt Michael’s hands on her. “Lean on me,” he instructed. He pulled off her heels, but left her stockings in place. Without the benefit of sight, he didn’t want her heels to get caught in the plush carpet.
“Where we’re going, you won’t need those shoes,” he teased and Elena blushed. She felt more aroused than she had earlier – though she would not have thought that was possible. She couldn’t help but wonder how she appeared to him.
“Where are we going?” she asked, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them.
“I thought you liked to answer questions, not ask them,” Michael said. There was still a teasing tone to his voice and Elena found it incredibly exciting to her. She wanted to do as he said, though the thought of not being able to see made her very nervous.
Elena was silent then, waiting for whatever Michael had planned. She heard his voice from behind her. “Step forward,” he said. “Four steps and then stop.”
Elena took one tiny step in front of her. She couldn’t believe that she was already feeling disoriented. Perhaps if she had been at home among much more familiar surroundings, she would have felt more confident. Yet she also knew that it wouldn’t be the same mentally if she could navigate the rooms without the benefit of Michael’s guidance. She had to trust him and that made
it more difficult. She placed her hands out in front of her, not out of a lack of trust but as instinct.
When Elena stopped, she felt Michael behind her. His footsteps had been muffled by the carpet and she didn’t hear him approach. “Hands behind your back,” he said and Elena complied. She wasn’t going to second guess herself; instead she was going to jump in. The thought made her breath catch in her throat. She felt incredibly excited, wanting Michael to alleviate some of the arousal that was just building and building.
Elena felt Michael’s hands between her legs along with something else, lightly brushing her clit. It took her a moment to recall the item, but she knew it was the silk tie that Michael had used to bind her hands to his headboard. The memory was still so fresh in her mind that she found herself experiencing it all over again.
Michael lifted the tie, increasing the pressure on her clit and Elena moaned. Just as suddenly, Michael removed the tie and used it to bind her wrists behind her. She groaned in frustration and disappointment and she could hear Michael’s chuckle in her ear. “Not yet,” he said. “We’re not done playing.”
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