The scene: February, 2008. A chilly, bright and sunny day turning into a chilly, calm and dark evening.
The players: Ruby and Sir
The action:
I had to work on that fateful day. Throughout the day I knew that Sir was planning something fun for us for that night, but I had no idea what he had up his sleeve. I watched the clock as the countdown of hours turned into a countdown of minutes. When I was finally done for the day, I went home, took a shower and started the intricate process of finding that perfect balance of romantically, softly pretty and sexily tarty. I was to meet Sir at seven thirty at the arts space where he worked. I wasn’t sure what was awaiting me, but I was excited. I’d made Sir some chocolate fudge (for his unyielding sweet tooth) and had written him a heartfelt valentine. My meager offering would soon be blown out of the water by what he’d done, but at this point, I was in the dark.
I got off the bus and as I approached the building, the lights were off. I opened the door, which was unlocked, and walked in, somewhat confused by the lack of lights and lack of Sir. I took a few more steps into the lobby, and saw four red roses sitting on the bar, each one bathed in a circle of light. Also on the bar were sweet messages written under each flower. I slowly gathered each of them up, feeling my heart flutter. At the end of the bar, in the last circle of light, was a piece of black fabric, with a note that said. “Put this blindfold on and wait for me”. I giggled a little, put my things down and tied the blindfold around my eyes. About 45 seconds passed, and then out of nowhere I heard the heavy footsteps of boots and felt Sir slip his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers. He kissed me softly on the lips and said “Trust me?” I nodded. He led me into the main space, taking small steps and leading me ever so slowly.
Still blindfolded, when we entered the space, he said, “You look beautiful, but you are wearing entirely too many clothes”. He gently started peeling away the layers – first my winter coat, then my top, then my skirt and underwear, leaving me wearing only my knee high boots. The air was chilly on my naked skin, and I felt very exposed, standing naked in a place where we had spent so much time working. After running his warm hands over my chilled skin, he led me further into the room and lifted me onto a platform. I was propped up against something and tied down. Finally he undid the blindfold. My eyes adjusted from the total darkness to the partial darkness of the room with lights hanging from the ceiling pointed right at me. I looked at Sir, in awe. I was up on a corner stage and was strung up on a St. Andrew’s Cross, which he had spent the day building. I was taken aback, both in shock of the work he’d put into preparing for the evening and of how special I felt. No one had ever gone to such lengths for me before.
After a deep kiss, an evil grin and a soft brush of his hand on my cheek, the blindfold went back on.
First, Sir lubed my ass up, the cold gel making me jump (as much as I could in the restraints) and inserted a butt plug. Then, nipple clamps were attached onto me, the discomfort growing and growing for about a minute before the sensation mellowed out into a pleasurable one. All the while, Sir was saying really raunchy things, and making my cunt drip with the thought that someone could walk in at that point and there was no way I could hide. He was getting into my head, giving my brain a very sexy massage. For the next little while, he used a combination of pain and pleasure to bring me to orgasm twice. My body was red and raw from the snaps of the crop all over my thighs, tits and belly. He used his fingers and a vibrator to fuck me, filling me up in both of my holes (my ass still holding onto that plug). After two orgasms, he told me that he was really going to pick up the pace and start hurting me more. He draped a heavy chain around my waist, stuffed a dildo into my cunt and held it there by tying rope to the chain and stringing it between my thighs. He stuffed my underwear into my mouth, softly gagging me. Still blindfolded, he put another rose in my hand and told me to drop it in lieu of using a safeword if I needed to. I nodded.
The beating I took was intense and difficult and absolutely pleasurable in the way pain can be for a masochist. At one point, the nipple clamps were getting in the way, so he removed them from my nipples, causing me to scream through the gag, and put them instead on my labia. There was nothing I could do but let myself fall into a mental state that some would call “subspace”…I just call it floating; where I’m still very much present, but my body and my mind feel unattached and the sensations feel like light.
When the beating was over, he quickly went to work on my clit with his mouth. I had an orgasm so intense that I shot the butt plug right out of me. He laughed, I was embarrassed. He told me that I was a bad girl for letting my ass expel the gift of the plug. I heard the sound of his heavy boots walking away from me. My breathing was heavy, my skin was glistening with beads of sweat. I had no idea what was coming, and then, out of the darkness and the silence, the sound of a chainsaw, or a metal grinder, or some piece of machinery that was incredibly loud and scary went off very close to my head (or so I thought). This was still very early on in our relationship and I had mentioned on numerous occasions that I find it really hot to be scared out of my wits. I screamed and started to cry, which, after everything I’d endured already that night, was very cathartic. Still, my fist clenched down on that rose stem and my arms and legs clenched against the bite of the rope that was keeping me still. It turned on and off, changing positions and confusing my aural perception for a few minutes before Sir walked up to me and kissed my cheek.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he took the underwear out of my mouth, the rose out of my hand, and undid my blindfold. As he brushed the hair out of my face, he looked at my slightly reddened and glassy eyes. He looked at me with so much love, and told me he was proud of me. I shook my head, and told him that I had no words. I felt incredible. I smiled softly as he undid the rope and carried me down to a comfy chair in the middle of the room. He cradled me in his lap and held me tight. After a few minutes of silence and just being close, he tipped my chin up, kissed me and said “Well? How was that?” I opened my mouth to speak, and big fat tears rolled out of my eyes instead. I told him I’d had the best night ever and that I felt so loved and so safe and that no one had ever gone to that kind of trouble for me. I felt ridiculous, crying so much after something so wonderful had happened, but he knew that I was simply overwhelmed and was very happy that the plan had been a success. He presented me with one last rose, and as I gathered them all together and we got ourselves presentable again, I felt our relationship change. It went from one of trying each other out to being real partners in crime 
It convinced me that this was my match. The man I wanted to give myself to fully. It was wonderful.
The night ended with dinner and us making love. An incredible night that I still remember vividly. A memory I will hold onto for the rest of my life. So much love.
<3 Ruby
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