Well the evening that held so much anticipation was indeed a huge success. I was right to feel nervous, on arrival we chatted over a few glasses, well it was more me sitting apprehensively and them talking about a variety of subjects. I was squirming in my seat by the time the decided we should go upstairs for another drink.
Walking to the lift I noticed how tall and slender she was, Bordeaux had told me about how gorgeous she was but in the flesh she held a wonderful air of sensuality and sexuality. She had a very lovely pair of heels on and shocking red lipstick. I have never kissed anyone with lipstick on before, by the end of the night I was wearing her lipstick all over my body.
He started out by getting me to sit on a chair, now I know I claim to be submissive but sometimes, when I am being told what to do I find orders hard. On this occasion I found orders hard, but when I was told that it would be a long long time before I came if I did not oblige, I started to listen.
The teasing seemed endless. I was the object of inspection, the the object of instruction while he taught her how to tie a variety of knots. A wrist cuff behind my back, attached to the feet and then the paddle was used on me, all in the name of instruction I was told!
After some more teasing, fondling and writhing around with each other, more instruction ensued and I was yet again a silenced (gagged) instructional object. I was fine with this, knowing that eventually they would untie me and follow through properly. But instead of doing that, I was tied in a frog like position, paddled and left on the bed while they fucked, right beside me. I have never ever been so frustrated. Lying there, not able to tell them what I thought of them at the precise moment (which was probably for the better) and listening to them enjoy each other and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Frustrating yet unbelievably sexy.
Once ungagged and released I then realised that women are really quite incredible at giving head, or this woman was. She made me come over and over, like rushing waves. Bordeaux just sat there, entranced. My memory of the whole affair is a little hazy, after what I went through, but I do know that she was between my legs for over an hour. By the end I was a mess. I have never come quite like that, really amazing.
I left a little while later, with a sort pussy, rope marks around my limbs and a very large grin on my face. A great way to spend an evening in central London.