There she stand, bent over in nothing but her black laced underwear and bra. She'd worn this specific set tonight with hopes that they'd be seen. Of course that's not what she'd told her friends at lunch when they asked about her "hot date" tonight. She'd expressed her excitement but also anxiety about how the night might go. She did admit she'd been wearing a little something underneath but she'd told them this was only the second date and it was just to help her feel sexier. While that was true, it did make her feel more attractive wearing that under her simpler deep red low cut dress, her friends knew her too well and weren't buying it as the real reason she had it on. Yet here she was, standing wearing nothing but the lingerie. Well, that and the blindfold he'd placed over her eyes. 
    Now, this wasn't the first time she'd been with a man, not by a long shot. Her first love was in high school some years ago and she'd taken a few loves since then. But she wasn't expecting this. He'd explained to her exactly what he wanted to do to her. At first she'd assumed it was just dirty talk. She was getting into it as well throwing back how hot that it would be. She honestly never expected he'd follow through with it. So here she was, hands bound by his belt that was tied to the post of his bed, blindfold covering her eyes blocking all light from her vision.
    She was nervous. After they'd made their way to his bedroom after dinner with a flurry of kissing and feeling all over each other like long lost lovers he stopped and helped remove her dress, taking the opportunity with the zipper to slow things down dramatically. Placing one hand on her neck lightly gripping it he used the other to slowly unzip the back of her dress. So slow in fact she wondered if he was having troubles until he whispered into her ear, "shh, not yet." His warm breath invading her inner ear before he pulled away. She'd stood there, him staring into her eyes, as if he was looking deep into her soul as he removed the belt from his fine designer pants. The lighting in the room was already dimmed by his dimmer switch on the wall and no music played in the background. It was raw and more intense than anything she'd felt before. 
    They'd talked about this at dinner but the time for the flirting was over. Now as a time for action and she knew already what he was going to do. She told him how hot it sounded but she was starting to have second guesses. But she'd been so excited for this date and hoped so much that he'd take her home, and it had been a while since she'd had a lover now so she withheld her reservations. Despite the anxiety, "Tonight," she decided "we try something new" she said internally to herself. 
    He remained silent as he slowly tightened his belt into a lasso of sorts and brought her wrists up in front of her. He could see the hesitation in her eyes but the biting of her lip gave away that hint of excitement she was feeling. Slowly he pulled the lasso tight pulling the long end of the belt through the loop. She closed her eyes feeling the smooth, firm but giving leather, warmed by being against his body and took a deep breath. He smiled that charming smile of his. Then he brought her hands up and said "grab the post" and she did. He proceeded to slowly tie the long end of the belt knotting it around the post so she couldn't pull her hands away from it. She just realized as he was doing so that she was not bent over, legs free to adjust to a more comfortable position using the post to hold her upright as much as she could. 
   As he slipped the blindfold over her eyes the dim light faded away. She suddenly felt so helpless. She'd just put herself at the mercy of this handsome charming, and to be perfectly honest with herself down right sexy man. She opened her mouth to protest in vain. Her own desires swelled within her as she felt his finger tracing from her neck slowly down her upper spine before he unclasped her bra. It didn't fall to the floor but it did suddenly loosen its grip on her body letting her breasts hang a bit more freely. Her excitement, her anxiety, and her feeling of helplessness all colliding with her strong lustful desires and her sudden need to feel his touch again. The emotions all swirled into one big storm inside of her burning deep in the core of her very being. She began to take shallow breathes at a quicker pace as she went longer without his touch. Then, for some reason she thought to herself "the girls will never believe this" just before she felt the first firm smack of his hand come across her exposed rear. 
    The sudden jolt of pain stung, yet to her surprise felt almost euphoric. Her anxieties and nerves fell away in an instant. It was like a switch had been flipped by the time the hand came down on the other cheek. The heat had overtaken her, the lust, the desire, the feeling of his strong firm hand, the helplessness being unable to pull away or escape his grasp, all of it overwhelming her and out of her mouth came something she'd not expected, a moan. She couldn't see it but she could feel his smile from behind while he rubbed the light red marks. Slapping again, extracting another, louder moan he leaned to her ear, that now familiar and welcomed warm breath and slight tickle of his beard whispering, "good girl". She couldn't contain a smile as he pulled away and she knew, this night would change her forever.