“But you didn’t look away or just drop the purse and leave.” she said.
“You’re right, I should have just left, I made a mistake,” I replied.
“What were you doing for those 10 minutes? laughing at me?” Tears were forming in her eyes.
“If you really want the truth, I think you’re an absolutely beautiful woman and I selfishly enjoyed admiring every inch of your body in that mirror for those 10 minutes. It was so enjoyable I got a huge erection just from looking at you.
I stood in your bedroom like a teenage boy stroking my cock until I became terrified that you might catch. Then I ran and hid in my room. Trust me, I wasn’t laughing,” I told her.
Rachel had a look of complete shock on her face. We both drank more wine and the room fell silent again. She reached for her dinner and started to eat again while I poured more wine. I grabbed my dinner and took a few mouthfuls. Neither one of us knew what to say next.
We both ate for about 15 minutes when Rachel said, “What are the silk ropes in the closet of my bedroom for?”
I was going to make something up, but I decided not to keep any more secrets from Rachel. “Some women enjoy being tied up when they have sex,” I told her.
“Why?” she asked.
“It lowers their inhibitions, and they become submissive to their partner who makes make all the sexual decisions.” I replied.
“Like a sex slave, very charming,” she said.
“Actually, it’s about complete trust so you can safely submit to someone. Maybe you do become a sex slave, but only because you trust someone enough to let them tie you up. People usually know their partner really wants to be their sex slave, but they can’t enjoy it until the choice is taken away from them. It’s not only the woman who can enjoy being tied up.” I replied.
“It’s not about force then?” she questioned.
“Forcing someone to do something is usually done from a place of anger, greed or the need to dominate. Willfully submitting to someone is based on trust and love. You won’t understand it until you trust someone enough to try it.” I told her, “That’s when you find out if it’s really for you or not.”
She took another sip of wine and thought about what I told her. “Maybe I will try it someday.” she smiled.
“I could show you,” I replied playfully.
“You’re my brother Dec, never gonna happen,” she laughed.
“So keep your clothes on.” I told her.
She both drank more wine while she considered what I was offering.
“You want to tie me up with my clothes on?” she confirmed, “Why?”
“So, you can see what it’s like to give away control.” I replied.
“How do I know you won’t do something I don’t want you to?” she asked.
“If you say stop, I’ll stop.” I told her.
She paused and had more wine. I drank some more too and smiled at her as she thought about it. She smiled back.
“Did you really get aroused just from looking at me?” she asked shyly.
“Yes, I did,” I said.
“Do you Daddy swear?” she asked.
I paused for a moment. Daddy swear was a big deal. When our father passed away 20 years ago Rachel and I swore we would look after each other. Every time we needed to know the other one was telling the absolute truth we would call “Daddy swear.” Rachel knew my answer had to be honest.
“Daddy swear,” I replied.
I think she was a little surprised by my answer. I thought she was going to say yes to going upstairs when she asked, “If I say no, will you be disappointed in me?”
I thought about my answer, “If you’re not curious and willing to try this then we shouldn’t do it. I can’t imagine being disappointed about something you didn’t feel in your heart.”
“And all I have to do is say stop,” she asked.
“Yes, but there is no restarting. Once you say stop, we can’t go back. Stop breaks the spell of submission and it’s not fair to either one of us to try and get it back.” I replied.
Rachel picked up her glass and the wine bottle and headed up to her bedroom, “Follow me up so I don’t change my mind,” she said as she went up the stairs.
I grabbed my glass and followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and asked, “How does this work.”
I took the wine bottle from her and topped up her glass. Then told her to lean back against the headrest and put her feet up and relax. I dimmed the lights a bit and put on some soft music.
Rachel did what she was told and moved so she was against the headboard. I grabbed a pillow out of the closet and lifted her feet to put them on it. “That’s a good start,” she said as she slowly sipped her wine.
I got the silk ropes from the closet and sorted them so 4 very silky ones were chosen, and I laid them across her feet. “Soft enough?” I asked her.
“Yes, they will do,” she said like a queen at court.
HEER
I took a bag out of the closet and opened it on the floor. I took out a small warming plate and plugged it in beside the bed then took out a container of spiced vanilla massage oil and set it on top of the warmer to take the chill off of it.
“Oh am I getting a massage?” Rachel asked.
“Only if the oil is the right temperature and too your liking,” I told her.
I also took out a long feather and placed it beside her on the bed. Lastly took out a short whip and put it on the end table. “What is that for?” she asked.
“Sometimes a little pain can increase your pleasure.” I told her.
“We will see about that thing,” she said, still sipping her wine.
I left everything else I might want inside the bag. I asked Rachel to slide down the bed and I put the first rope around the footboard. I tied the other end to her ankle, it was snug but she didn’t complain. Then I did the same with the other ankle.
“Time to drink up beautiful,” I told her.
She looked at me and for the first time didn’t tell me I was wrong. She took a big sip of wine and laid back. I tied her left wrist to the headboard and then the right.
“Do you want me to adjust anything?” I asked her.
“I would like a pillow under my head,” she said.
I put a pillow behind her head and lowered the lights just a bit more. I could still see her but the room felt much more relaxing. I reached for the massage oil and it was nicely warmed. I rubbed it on my hands and moved to the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor I started to rub one of her feet.
“Oh my god that’s good,” she said as I added more oil and worked the arch of her foot and in-between her toes.
Her oil on her skin had a nice shiny glow in the light as I worked. I rubbed deeply into the arch, carefully watching her expression to see how hard I should press. The vanilla spice scent filled the air and I felt Rachel relax even further. I continued to rub her foot, alternating between firm and gentle. I watched her expression and felt the tension disappearing as she fell deeper and deeper into a calm state.
I moved up to her ankle next and used the same care to rub all around it and flex her foot upward to help her stretch it out. The gentle piano music in the background creating a wash of calm over the room. Rachel let out a deep sigh and I moved farther up her leg to the calf. I gave it a firm squeeze and added more oil so could slide around easily. I loved the shape of it and how her freshly shaved leg felt in my hands.
I stayed on her calf muscle for a while, using a butterfly motion with my fingers on the bottom to really release it and let it recover before moving up to the knee. I rubbed her knee from behind to start before running my hand over the top. Sometimes I let my hand slide up her thigh to see if there was any resistance. Once I had done it 3 or 4 times I moved up her leg to the fleshy part of the thigh.
It felt wonderfully naughty to be rubbing her leg this way and my cock began to stir. I knew I’d have to take off my jeans for comfort if I got any harder, so I tried not to think about it. My hands were now touching the bottom of the dress shirt she had on so I pushed it up a little but it was caught under her legs.
I undid the bottom button of the shirt, Rachel asked, “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want massage oil to get on it?” I told her.
She didn’t answer right away so I undid another 2 buttons quickly. “Dec, I think that’s enough.” she said.
With the bottom three buttons undone I could see her pink panties clearly and the way they gently cupped her pussy. The material was sticking to her and I knew she was getting a bit aroused. My cock started to get hard looking at her, so I unbuttoned my jeans and undid my zipper.
“Dec,” Rachel said.
“I’m just getting comfortable Rachel, not taking them off,” I told her.
I felt so much better once my cock was free to get really hard. My underwear was stretched badly but it wasn’t obvious with the lights dimmed. I started to rub her thigh and hip. For the first few minutes I kept away from her inner thigh completely but Rachel was quietly moaning from the massage, so I slid one hand inside her thigh by her knee and kept slowly moving it up with each squeeze, until it was only and inch from her pussy.
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