Thread: First Night.

Info - Something written with a muse in mind that I wanted to share. Will do some original stuff soon. Idea - One-on-One, First Sexual Encounter, New Submissive, First-person, BDSM. I was quiet, slipping into your room on booted feet that were accustomed to having to be silent from time to time. When you had the opportunity to see you'd notice I had dressed rather differently today. I had a pair of Army Combat Uniform pants in the urban camouflage pattern tucked sharply into those desert colored boots. Those pants cinched at the waist by a sand-hued rigger's belt, the only top I wore was a one of my old tan undershirts that had also been severely tucked into the pants through force of habit. A simple black Camelbak branded assault pack slung over my shoulder. If it weren't for my beard I may look like a Soldier again. I let the pack slide off my shoulder slowly and then set it on the foot of your bed. A step or two brought me to your side, and I carefully peeled back any sheets and covers draping your form. Hands then hovered over your shapely thighs, barely avoiding touching your skin in an effort to give you as much sleep as possible. You moved. Rolling up onto your hip and facing me now as you slept, I let my eyes come to your face. My blue gaze remaining there, studying you as I waited for your chest to rise and fall rhythmically again before moving once more. I try to be quick both hands working together as they found the hem of your panties I tugged. One side moved, the other pinned under your hip. So I brought plan B into action. Both hands found those panties on your exposed hip and barely lifted it from your flesh. I leaned in and over, using my teeth to start a rip on those undergarments. Those hands make mincemeat of it then, tearing through them easily, the next step would be harder. Hands once again find your panties between them, this time just over you pussy. You're laying in such a way it's impossible something doesn't touch you when I lean over. My beard brushes against your thigh as my teeth come down on the fabric and start the rip. I pull away as the same time my hands finish the rip and then pull those panties completely off your form. You move again, just your legs this time, as if trying to get warm. I hold up my prize and grin. The thought that you might be angry doesn't even slip through my mind. Time to start the next phase. My hands, still clenching those ruined panties, open that bag finally and start emptying it on the bed. I grab one of them, along with the panties and begin to climb onto the bed finally. I'm not happy about what has to happen next because I know it may make you upset, so I try to be gentle about it. I straddle your sideways form just over your hip and lean down onto you lightly, lips come to your ear. Mm. Hello princess. Soft, close enough my voice seems to vibrate a little in your ear. I see your eyes flutter, your body writhes a bit, trying to understand why it's pinned currently. That's when you look up at me. I smile, you're tired, I can see it plainly in your face, but you muster up a smile too and open your mouth to say something. Before you can, the feel of fabric hits your tongue, my hand over your mouth as I begin to stuff your panties past your lips. I can see you panic a little, anyone would in that situation, I stop briefly about halfway through when that panic looks terrible and just hold my hand over your mouth so you can't expel the work I've already done. Your hands attempting to slap mine away. Shhh, it's okay doll. I won't do anything to hurt you. I'm close to you again, my lips press to your temple and I just shush you a few moments more, kissing various spots across your face until your breathing becomes less ragged and you calm. Just a moment more given to ensure you're alright before I continue then. The full amount of those underclothes stuffed past those pretty lips. Filling the inside of your mouth from the roof to your tongue, making it impossible to speak clearly. You think you can taste yourself on them, or perhaps that's just in your mind. It's then that I produce the cap-piece to this part of the night. It's a simple ball gag. Blue rubber, chrome fittings and black leather. My hand leaves your mouth long enough for the ball to be put into place. It's not abnormally large, but it does force your jaw open, and serves a dual purpose of keeping those panties in place. Wouldn't want to wake your roommate. I take time properly fitting that gag, ensuring your hair isn't in the way and that it's draped properly. I move so that you're able to get on your back now, facing up at me, and I admire my handiwork. It's tight, not unbearably so. Possibly uncomfortable but you would get used to it in time. I take this moment to ensure everything safe, sane and consensual. Nod your head for yes, and shake your head for no when I ask you the following questions, princess. I pantomime with my own head to make sure you understand what I mean by both. I capture your hands now and pin them above your head, giving me a reason to get real close to you, face to face now. First Are you hurt? You shake your head. Good. Do you want to me to continue? Hesitantly, you produce a nod. I smile, Do you feel like I would continue if you didn't want me to? A shake of your head. Good. That's all the real talk we'll have for awhile now. Last thing. Okay, since you cannot talk you have a safe signal now. Snap your fingers three times and I stop. Do you understand? I pantomime what I mean again, and you nod. Time to get down to business. I make you watch as I pull free a matching set of ankle and wrist cuffs. Lined on the inside with a soft material, black leather on the outside with four little chrome D-rings spaced evenly on them. I go to work on your wrists, one at a time, pulling the straps tight on those cuffs before interlacing my fingers with yours to ensure you can move your hands, normally but those cuffs won't come off. I kiss your knuckles lightly and then move to your other wrist to repeat the process. Soon both of your arms are adorned with their new jewelry. Instead of moving to your ankles immediately I produce a length of chain with a clasp on either end, it's less than a foot long. Moving with you, I guide your hands through the slats in the headboard, ensuring they're spaced before connecting those cuffs by that chain, effectively cuffing you to the bed. It's then that I finally get off of you. You're free to struggle against your bindings while I get your ankle restraints ready, and as you do so you find they hold quite nicely. I can't help but grin a bit at the struggle. Aren't you so cute... I grin wickedly, and I see that expression change on your face as if I had just challenged you. You make the next part of my job harder. Moving your leg when I reach for it, I'm forced to look at you and just see that teasing look in your eyes. Oh, that's adding to your spanking, doll. Keep it up and I'll make sure both those ass cheeks are a pretty red color before we're done. The threat in the air, but I don't think you really know I'm up for it. I reach. You pull again. I level my gaze at you. My voice flat, devoid of anger, but refusing to be ignored. That's five extra, per cheek girl. You are going to stop now. I didn't follow it with a threat. Just waited. Gaze on your own. I watch the tease go out of your eyes then, more of a pout than anything replacing it. Your foot comes to me. I smile and press my lips to the top of it. That's my good little princess. Your ankles are wrapped then, bound, and I produce two more things from my bag. A thin silver chain, this one with clasps at either end and one set right in the middle of it. You can guess it's probably around ten feet long. The next is a set of small bars that appear to be connected by a cord. I go to work on the bars first. A few moments pass of me screwing things together and you see in the end it's one continues bar about for feet long. To clasps at the end, which I then connect to the inside of your ankles by those D-rings on your cuffs. You're forced to spread wide then and I get the first real good look at that sweet little pussy. I can't help but slip a hand between your legs, one finger pushing deep into your currently vulnerable cunt. Splitting those delicate petals on the outside for just a moment before slipping back out, glistening with your juices. I pop that finger in my mouth. Mmm. Eyes connecting with yours again. Enjoying yourself I see. I wipe the leftovers off on your thigh and then grab that chain. Connecting the ends of the chain to your ankles, I grab the middle of it and walk up the side of the bed until I can reach the headboard. As I pull it behind the headboard, your legs are forced up, suspended by that chain, and raising higher as the slack loosens and I connect it to the chain between your wrist-cuffs. You're legs are forced back far enough that your hips have to shift and, in your currently stretched and vulnerable state, I now have full access to not only that flower between your thighs, but your cheeks are spread and that little pink, puckered hole is exposed as well. I stand back and smile. And now you're ready. My hands crossing over my chest, admiring the view. Maybe just for posterity's sake? I grin as I catch your eye and slip my phone from my pocket and snap a quick picture. You bury your head into the pillow as best as you can, and I don't make it a point to force your face into it. But soon, you hear your phone alert you that you have a text. And one just for you. I smile wickedly and put the phone away. Now, where to begin...