It all begins in a posh hotel in New York City. I'm a psychologist and I am seemingly there for a conference on human sexuality and how it is changing in our society. After the three hour lecture, it's about 10:30 PM and I decide to go to the hotel restaurant to relax and unwind. I find a seat at the bar and order a drink. I sit back and savor the sweetness of the Cognac slipping down my throat. Over the top of my glass I spot a man staring at me. He's easily picked out of the crowd considering he's the only man there not in a suit and tie. This man is adorned in faded jeans, a simple white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, but for some reason, he didn't look like an outcast at all. He was actually quite striking with dark hair, broad shoulders, piercing green eyes, strong jaw, and a look of complete self-confidence about him. He had me intrigued. I boldly asked the bartender to send him another drink on me, and he did so.
Once in my room, I felt the stress of the day overwhelm me. I mindlessly stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed in my bra and panties, pulling the sheet up to my chin. What seemed like only a moment later, though I may have drifted off, I heard a light tapping at my door. I got up and quickly threw on a robe. I cracked the door expecting to see someone from the hotel staff, when the door was suddenly pushed open and I was spun around being held around my arms. At first I was terrified and in shock. Then came that smell, that familiar scent of leather. It must be him, I thought, but what does he want from me? Too stunned to say anything, I heard him kick the door closed behind him as he walked me forward. I finally caught my breath and asked him nervously what he wanted. No response. I felt the cold metal rings of steel as he held my hands above my head, putting them around my wrists. Then a blindfold, I couldn't see a thing. He pushed me face down onto the bed and crawled on top of me pulling my robe up to the hand cuffs, baring my skin. He was holding himself up so that I could hardly feel him, all but his rigid cock pressing into my back. He leaned his head down next to mine and whispered low,
"You're not used to being the subservient one are you? Well, I'm not going to ask for permission. There are so many unexplored possibilities...." I was dizzy with fear and excitement. His voice was like a spool of silken thread that strings out my sexuality and teases me with desire. I felt his hot breath as he began to lightly bite me from my neck down my back. I gasped when he ran his tongue up and down my ass. He must have sensed my arousal because he flipped me over to my back and spread my legs open wide with his knees.
"There, maybe that'll teach you to enjoy being obedient once in a while."
I never really did understand what was meant by that statement, and no matter how many times I will my dark stranger back into my dreams, he's never reappeared.
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