First Moves

He had a coil of rope in his hand, and the feeling of intense arousal, and of fear crept into me, but I had made the decision to meet him, out of desire for the one thing he wanted, and I did not deserve the option to deny him.

We walked briskly into the woods, at least a few hundred yards from the car, avoiding any ppublic paths, until we reached a clearing in the woods. Some soft mossy grass, and a lack of forest waste made it perfect. He gestured for me to kneel down, and doing so, he knelt with me, pulling off his shirt, and I followed suit.

Wearing just his jeans, and I the same, I suddenly felt shamed, my body was nowhere near the standard of his own, and I hugged myself to cover it, but he'd told me before it wouldn't matter, and moving behind me he pulled my arms back, not just to make me uncover myself, but so he could slip the rope around my wrists, and a few brief moments later I felt the rope tighten, and stay tight.

I flexed my arms, and while they could still move slightly, he hadn't tied a lovers knot, which would free me when tested, but a proper knot, intended to keep me restrained no matter how much I struggled. Another flash of fear ran through my mind. While we had talked about bondage, and my desire for submission, he was still a stranger, and now I had passed the moment of no return. I had given my body to him, and it was at his discretion that I would have my freedom again.

Standing, he move in front of me, and stripped himself of his jeans, and his underwear, and I bit my lower lip as I looked at his fantastic body, well toned, and admired his erect cock, which I so wanted inside me. Kneeling, he kissed me again, but now his breathing had slowed, regular and deep. He knew now that he was in control, that he could decide the path of our courtship.

He pushed me back, my bent knees forcing me to let myself fall backward onto the grass, and he undid my jeans, pulling them off with no ceremony, just making me almost as naked as he was. I looked up at him, seeing a slightly sneer on his face, and I bit my lip again, not sure where this would go, whether we would enjoy each other as lovers, or whether I was just a naive conquest of his, a one night stand for him.