PROJECT BDSM - first timer (part 2)

The day

Finally ‘the day’ arrived, the much anticipated day, Sunday, bright beautiful blue sky, the sun cracking through the deep blue sea’s of Durban. 

View from his apartment

Yes I spent a night at his apartment in Durban North. Even though he wasn't there I just wanted to feel close to him, smell him, to almost taste him and almost touch him. The whole apartment smelt of his perfume, his jeans and other clothes hung from hangers and from the back of chair smelt of him.  The night before I had opened a bottle of wine, watched some movies and slumbered on his bed immersed in his scent, I missed him so so dearly.

That morning I took a quick shower and made myself some breakfast before rushing off to my flat to prepare for the night. I got to my house around 10:30am. Marinated some meat and prepared some dessert for dinner later. I was finished when I received a call from one of my friends who’s in town, she invited me for Picnic and a swim in Brighton Beach, I thought why not, I probably need some cleansing before I commit a sin right?? But I had to be back in the house by at least 15: 00. So off we went, it was a beautiful beach day well spent with friends.

He arrived at my flat around 17:30, this time I was already buzzed from the glass of wine I had just half an hour ago, He had text-ed me on his way over, it felt like a lifetime ago because from that time until now I have had a heated debate in my head whether or not to go ahead with the idea. He opened the door and he knew already something was up with me because I couldn't look him in the eye; he brought me a box of chocolates and two bottles of wine, red and white. I thanked him; he swept me into his arms and gave me a perk on the cheek. I almost exploded with desire. Goddamn I love this man but all I could think about right now is to torture him and fuck him to death. Since when did I become a sadist? Heaven I need to be rescued from myself very badly

He waited as long as he dared to ask what’s going on. Silence.  He asked me what I got up to in the weekend. Silence. His eyes casually fell into the chair in the middle of the lounge. His attention, though, suddenly returned to me. He gave me a questioning look and frowned, as quick as lightning I got on my feet and waltzed into the kitchen to get on with dinner, he followed me. I could swear he’s already put two and two together, he’s a smart guy I’m sure he’s already figured it out. Oh my God, my heart was pounding in my chest, suddenly I was thinking of backing down because fear was winning me over, I took a sip of wine then I felt two big hands holding me from behind, pressing me against the kitchen counter, he planted a slight kiss on the back of my neck, I moaned. I closed my eyes and felt his dick poking me, he is horny, good. Suddenly I felt like I’m in control once again. I regained my composure, pushed him away and told him sternly that I’m going to run him a hot bubbly bath. I left the room and he followed me, he asked if I’m going to join him I said no, he seemed very confused with my behavior, I hissed under my breath  “I’m just following the rules baby, I’m just following the rules”. I went to the kitchen and prepared dinner while he bathed.

When he finished bathing, dinner was laid out for him on the table, we ate in silence. The only sound in the room was fork and knife clicking against the plates; I could almost hear cricket sounds. I could almost sense his frustrations from across the table. He couldn't take his eyes off me, watching my each and every move, probably thinking 'what the fuck is wrong with you today?' it was fuckin awkward. He poured some more wine for us and purposely brushed his hand against mine, I quickly retrached my hand and thought to myself “no fuckin touching busta”, we finished eating and I cleared the plates and straightened the table, it was the most awkward dinner we've ever had. We often have awkward dinners when we are mad at each other but this one definitely take the cake, the sexual tension was so intense. We sat on the couch and watched TV. He didn't even know whether to touch me or not because he couldn't figure out what was going through my mind. Finally he broke the ice by commenting about what was playing on TV and I cracked with laughter, he saw this as an opportunity to come closer to me and hold me into his arms. My body was rigid but I finally gave in, I just melted on his arms, we kissed passionately, he carefully took my glass and placed it on the coffee table, we kissed for like another  minute or two, I started undressing him, he obliged, he tried to do the same but I kept his hands away, I thought fuck yeah I’m in control now. This carried on until he was completely naked but I was still fully clothed. He tried his best to undress me but with no luck. He just sat there on my couch with his dick hard, confused and horny as fuck. I then got up and stood in front of him; he asked me what’s up, I put on a serious face and told him we’re about to play a very special game. it sounded more like an instruction .I made it clear that he doesn't have a say from now on. He said Okay, slowly I started stripping my clothes off one by one until I was completely naked, he watched in anticipation and hunger in his eyes, he was about to burst out in flames with desire. ........I smiled,.it was fun watching him in that state, horny and confused, the image will probably stay in my mind for as long as we are together, fuckin priceless,

To be continued.....

Stay tuned for part three.