Sweets' Champagne and Roses - A Blindfold Fantasy

As you probably guessed from the title of this story, my name is Sweets. No, not really, but we will go with that for this story. I am a fairly typical northern girl from the suburbs of a*major Midwestern city. I have long had a fantasy of being taken by a man whom I do not know and never see. In my fantasy, I am handcuffed, blindfolded, tied down and my body is ravaged by some stranger. My animal instincts are set free, sexual appetite is completely satisfied and I am pushed way beyond any comfort level that I have previously enjoyed. I become a slut for his pleasure, use and enjoyment. As I said, this is a fantasy or at least it was until recently when I gave myself an early Christmas present. Like most Lush members, I enjoy a wide range of online friends. One of those friends, I had chatted with on a regular basis. I knew him to be a southern boy who was highly intelligent, had a most unusual background and was well educated but with a tremendous imagination. He did some kind of secretive work where he disappears for a week or more at a time. The mystery in him made our friendship even more erotically enticing. His stories turned me on and I had gotten off after reading them more than once. We chatted quite often and over time we shared fantasies with one another. We will simply call him T in this story. That is the first letter of the name that I know him by anyway. I had never spoken with him in person or seen a picture and that mystery made our ?friendship? even more enticing. Of course there was always the chance that his stories were more reports of actual events than fictional stories. That possibility sent my mind wondering and my pussy dripping on more than one occasion. Several months ago, I shared with T my fantasy of being tied up and taken by a total stranger. I wanted to be used like a slut with my fantasy man taking total control. T eventually asked if I was planning on acting on it. Of course I was not. I am a respectable mom and office worker who has been married for twelve years.My husband has always been pretty good to me but his skills in the bed were lacking. It?s not that we didn?t have sex. Sex at home with my belly ballooning and balding beau was simply routine. He's very vanilla and a very average lover with an average dick. BORING.In response to his question, I told T that Ümraniye Escort I never could act on my fantasy because my husband would probably find out. It turns out that T traveled to the suburbs close to the city where I live once every month on business. This provided an opportunity and a temptation but I was too scared of being caught to act on my fantasy. Over time, though, I became more daring and hatched a plan. It was a typical Tuesday night in my Midwestern suburb; cold and dreary. My husband was staying home with the kids while I went to a baby shower for one of the girls at work. At least that is what I told him. According to my plan, I would leave home at 6:30 for a baby shower that started at 7:00. I would be wearing a conservative dress that would be welcomed in any church. I would be back home by 10:30 to kiss the children good night and crawl into bed beside him to get my rest for work the next day. In spite of his reluctance, I had bribed him into accepting the childcare job by getting him two six-packs of his favorite beer and handed him the first two of the twelve as I left. I knew he would finish most of them before stumbling to bed where I could expect to find him when I got home. With a fake but beautifully wrapped gift in hand, I kissed him good night and headed out the door with butterflies filling my stomach, my knees nearly knocking, my nipples rapidly hardening and my mind reeling until I was almost lightheaded. In reality, I drove fifteen minutes to the parking lot of an upscale hotel that I had passed hundreds of times. I parked near the rear of the hotel so that my car would not be seen and jumped in the backseat. Looking around to make sure that no one could see I slipped off my church dress and slid on my shortest miniskirt. I reached underneath and slid my panties off leaving my bare, freshly shaved pussy exposed to the cool air just as T had instructed. I then put on a thin white top, making sure to ditch the bra and leave my ?C? cup breasts to rub the silky fabric in the cold night air. I completed the ensemble with thigh-high stockings, dignified pumps and a spray of my favorite perfume. I got out of the back seat and put on my long winter coat covering all but my calves and shoes so no one seeing me would be the wiser. The Ümraniye Escort Bayan butterflies were still doing somersaults in my stomach. I almost backed out but curiosity got the better of me and I headed across the parking lot, looking at the text from T to confirm my instructions. T had said to look for a white car along the front row of cars in the hotel parking lot. He had given me a specific make and model. According to his note, there would be a white envelope under the driver?s windshield wiper with ?sweets? written on the upper right corner of the envelope. As I rounded the corner, the white envelope seemed to be staring at and beckoning me. Still hesitant, I was too curious to deny myself the opportunity to at least look. I was thinking about turning around but had to see what was next. As I opened the envelope, inside was a hotel room key and a note. The note read, ?Go to room 323, enter using the key, pour yourself a glass of champagne and open the yellow envelope.? I looked at my watch. It was 7:00. I was so nervous now that my legs were uncontrollably shaking. Should I? Could I? Maybe I should just leave. I reached into my purse, checking that the package of condoms I had bought were still there. As I did, the thought ran through my head, ?It is now or never." I so want what I have never had, to be totally dominated. I reasoned that the risk of being discovered was fairly nonexistent so headed into the hotel lobby, up the elevator and to room 323. I listened for sounds in the room but heard none. I inserted the card key in the door and heard the metallic sound of the lock disengaging. I slowly opened the door and cautiously looked around. There was no one in the room but in the front room of the two-room suite there was a bottle of champagne, a glass, a dozen red roses, a note marked ?Sweets? and a large yellow envelope. The note said, ?It should now be 7:05. The champagne was just opened, please enjoy a glass or two. At 7:15, open the yellow envelope.?I did as I was told but actually had three glasses of champagne and did enjoy smelling the roses a dozen times. I was so nervous. At 7:15, I opened the envelope. Inside was a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs and a note. The note read, ?Put these on, turn out the lights and sit in the chair. Escort Ümraniye Then wait.? I was so tempted to run but so tempted to stay. I looked around the room which was extremely neat and organized. My temptation got the better of my judgment so I walked across the room, turned out the lights, and sat back down in the chair. The blindfold was easy to put on but the handcuffs took a bit more effort. I suddenly realized that I was trapped and panicked. I was handcuffed and didn?t have the key. I couldn?t call anyone because I couldn?t explain how I got here and I could never explain the handcuffs much less how I was dressed. My nipples were fully erect against my silk blouse and the juices from my overexcited pussy were soaking my inner thighs. I sat for what seemed an eternity but was really only about ten minutes. Then I heard the familiar sound of the mechanical lock unlatching as the correct cardkey was entered into lock. A voice with a slight southern drawl told me not to scream. My heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe. The stranger pulled my head to the side. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he used his fingers to pinch my already hard nipples. I panicked and struggled, trying to free myself, but he only pinched my nipples harder. He stood in front of me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder pausing just briefly. He dropped me on the bed, rolled me over to my stomach and straddled me from behind. In the struggle my skirt rode up and I could feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass. He reminded me not to scream, telling me that he would leave me unhurt if I obeyed him. I nodded in agreement. He pulled his hand from my mouth and I gasped, drawing in the cool air. He turned me over and I felt the bed move as he stood up. I knew that he was looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seemed like an eternity, until I felt his shaved face touch my inner thigh. He spread my legs apart and slowly ran a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I tried to close my legs, but his shoulders were preventing me from doing so. He began to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. I clinched my eyes shut and prayed that my body didn't betray me. I could feel myself grow wetter. I was trying hard not to let him know that he was turning me on. I knew that he could hear my ragged breathing. I then felt something soft rubbing my vagina. It was soft and strange but also familiar. As he dragged it across my swollen womanhood from front to back, I felt a slight prick on my inner thigh. It was the rose. He was caressing my flower with a flower.