Page 19 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Edward watched with long-awaited anticipation as she held the blindfold up in front of her view and asked, “Have you ever worn a blindfold before, Angelica?”

The lace felt delicate to her touch. She thought and quickly responded, “No. Never, sir.”

Gray wanted her to continue her journey of exploration forward so he coaxed her gently with, “Angelica, you look amazing in the black robe, and I sort of hate the idea of covering your beautiful eyes, but would you be open to trying the lace blindfold on for a minute or two to see how it looks and feels?”

Without any hesitation, she smiled and replied, “Yes, sir. Of course,” as she wrapped it gently around her face covering her eyes and began tying it in a bow behind her head. It was a stunning picture in the mirror. Angelica was quite the vision in the sheer, see-through black robe trimmed in black ostrich feathers and now wearing the sexy and elegant, black lace blindfold.

Gray, feeling powerfully aroused by his new submissive’s willing response to his every request, grew a bit bolder and said, “Now, place both of your hands on the dresser for balance while wearing your blindfold.” She complied, silently placing her hands as he instructed. She felt him leaning into her ear, and again she received her favorite request, “May I … touch you?”

She gave him permission with her eager, “Yes, sir.” She tingled with anticipation, still holding onto the dresser with both hands.

Edward moved her long blonde hair to the side, exposing her elegant, pale white neck. He moved closer, kissing her very softly just behind her ear. Instantly, goose bumps beaded up on her everywhere as Gray’s arm reached around her to wrap his large warm hand around her throat. He was not crushing or squeezing but gently, firmly tilted her head backward until it rested on his chest and shoulder. Still kissing her neck and now down to her collarbone, she responded by arching her back. Pressing her heart-shaped derriere against his trousers, she could feel his thickness growing.

Gray momentarily released her neck and slid both of his hands down the length of her arms until his hands rested on top of hers on the dresser.

Next, he lifted her hands up to her throat and chest, gently placing them there and said, “No one knows a woman’s body better than she does. So, I would like to ask you to show me… how you like to be touched.” With Angelica’s hands leading and his hands on top of hers, to feel how she moved, the slow journey downward began. First, their joined hands moved across her full breasts, stopping to circle lightly, lingering and stroking. She moaned softly at the touch before adventuring on and once again downward across her flat abdomen to her hips. Here, Gray paused the journey momentarily to grip her and pull her gently but firmly against him. He was aching to feel her more fully and for her to feel him. She let out a louder moan of anticipation before she resumed her journey of their four hands and continued to their ultimate destination. Her fingertips lightly caressed the “V” of her great delight the last two evenings. She already had experienced how Edward could give her an amazing climax with just his voice, fingers, and energy. Now she ached to feel the fullness of the experience with him.I would do anything he asked. Anything and everything, she thought.

Angelica knew that he was aching with anticipation as well. She could feel the thickness of his rock-hard manhood pressing into her as they finished their sensual stroking and touching of her feminine shape. Then, she heard his next request in her ear, “I want you to go to the bed and lie down for me, Angelica. I want to watch you for a moment. I want to take in just a bit how you look right now.”

She hated to leave his touch, as she was still pressed against him fully, but said, “Yes, sir.” She felt the heat from his eyes on her as she walked slowly, hands out in front of her to feel the corner post of the bed as the lace blindfold partially blocked her vision in the dimly lit Playroom. As she climbed onto the super-king-sized bed, she felt the soft blanket at the foot and cool slippery red satin on her hands and knees as she made her way to the center of the bed.

He watched her every graceful move guiding her forward with, “Thank you, Kitten. Next, I see that you are wearing exquisite panties, but I would like you to lift your hips and slowly, very slowly, remove them for me. I like watching you. Would you do that for me?”

Her heart had been racing ever since he kissed her neck and began touching her at the dresser. But now he wanted her to put on a bit of a show for him, and the thought of being at the center of his attention excited Angelica to new heights. “Yes, sir,” she whispered with a deeper, sexier voice than before. She was signaling her readiness and how she ached for him. He wouldn’t need the plentiful supply of handcuffs and restraints hanging on all the walls to have her tonight or as often as he desired.

Gray walked to the bed with the slow, deliberate gait of a man who intended to take his time with her. Next, he lay beside her and spoke slowly. “Angelica, you never have to do anything that you do not choose. Do you understand?”

She found it comforting how often he asked for her permission and how he confirmed and reconfirmed that she was comfortable with each step he took in his role as her Dominant. No one had been this attentive to her in her life. She was intoxicated with his voice and her excitement, saying now with growing confidence in her new role as his submissive, “Yes, sir. I know,” she replied.

“And, in this room, even though I am the Dominant and you are my submissive, we share the power equally through safe words. Yours are to be ‘yellow’ and ‘red,’” he advised. “We all know what those mean, of course, from driving. ‘Yellow’ means slow down, or we are getting near the edge of your comfort zone, and ‘red’ means stop. Stop immediately. Not even one more stroke or action. Understood?”

Angelica smiled, secretly yearning for him to continue exploring her body with his hands, mouth, and more, as she said, “Yes, sir. I understand. And thank you for always making me feel safe when I’m with you.”

Gray continued, “Of course. One more thing, when a safe word is used, the only proper response from the Dominant is to say, “Thank you for communicating clearly and openly.” In this way, we share the power in this room 50/50 as partners. We just have different roles to play. A Dominant who does not have a submissive who chooses him as their partner has—nothing.”

Angelica was thinking about this differently now, hearing how he described the balance of power. It made her feel safer and closer to him even more.

“Do you understand, Angelica?”

“Yes, sir. I do not have to do anything here with you that I do not enthusiastically choose, and my safe words are yellow and red, which I doubt I will ever need in your hands. But they make us 50/50 partners in this room,” she repeated back to him.

Gray rose up a bit in the bed, impressed with her recital of the base rules he had explained, offering to her, “Well said, Angelica. I am rather proud of you just now.” They both smiled at their first Mentor / Protégé moment.

“One last thing to add,” he continued. “Don’t forget my two rules. Rule Number One says you may never have me inside of you unless—you are already climaxing fully. And Rule Number Two says you may not climax without asking for…?” He paused for her input to make sure she remembered.

“Permission,” Angelica chimed in, already blissfully familiar with the challenge artfully embedded in Rule Number Two.Right as she was shaking. Right, when it’s hard to fully breathe —much less speak—she was thinking.It is hard to find the words.

As if reading her mind, Edward invited, “Let’s practice your words for Rule Number Two a time or two, just in case you need them this evening or perhaps need them many, many times. I would like you to practice saying, ‘Please, sir, may I cum?’ Would you do that for me?”

Angelica’s mind was racing thinking about his words, that she might need to ask permission “many, many times” tonight.Oh, my goodness,she thought to herself as she happily complied, saying in her quiet voice, “Please, sir, may I cum?”

Edward pushed her forward boldly. “Say it louder,” he instructed.

“Please, sir, may I cum?” her full voice repeated, causing her face to flush pink.

“Good girl,” he complimented her. “I recall from our telephone date last night that you sometimes like to use a small vibrating toy when you need a release. Yes?” he asked gently and without judgment.

“Yes, sir. Sometimes,” she said shyly.

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