Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)
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				Title: <strong>Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:35:47</strong>
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				Robert Hudson was beginning to wonder if asking Danielle Marsh out was a mistake.<br><br>It had seemed like a good idea earlier in the week.&nbsp; Danielle was certainly cute enough for his tastes: a natural redhead with a lovely light copper tone to her hair instead of the fake deep crimson that comes from a bottle.&nbsp; Add hazel eyes, a great smile and sprinkle with freckles for extra cuteness.&nbsp; No looks weren't the problem.&nbsp; Nor was her personality.&nbsp; She seemed pleasant enough.&nbsp; Nor was her dress the problem.&nbsp; She looked a lot sexier dressed for a date than a day at the office.<br><br>Maybe the problem was that he had asked her out for the wrong reason.&nbsp; While Robert worked in the IT department and not in sales or a customer facing position, Williams &amp; Sons was an investing house and like most such institutions were very conservative.&nbsp; They had a reputation for quiet competency and they wanted to keep it that way.&nbsp; Which means that Clarissa's rumor-mongering was making things uncomfortable for him at work.&nbsp; Not that he liked the job.&nbsp; He did most of the work and his boss took the credit, but it paid well.&nbsp; That part he liked.&nbsp; He'd made a mistake with Clarissa.&nbsp; He never should have suggested tying her up.&nbsp; When she gave a blowjob only with great reluctance, despite enjoying receiving oral he should have seen the writing on that wall.&nbsp; Still, how could he have predicted that she would overreact by dumping him and then talking about it at work?<br><br>Dating Danielle had seemed like good damage control.&nbsp; He had no illusions that she shared his secret fascination with bondage.&nbsp; She fit right into Williams &amp; Sons.&nbsp; However, he'd thought that a few dates with her, no aggressive moves and then peacefully breaking it off might help counteract the rumors.&nbsp; Still, his attempt to be polite and completely respectable was turning this into a boring date.<br><br>He'd topped it off by inviting her to a gallery opening as their first date.&nbsp; That had seemed like such a good idea at a time.&nbsp; He didn't usually get invited to anything as cool as a gallery opening.&nbsp; He'd lucked into the invitation through a friend of a friend.&nbsp; He had thought it would be a great way to impress Danielle.&nbsp; What he had neglected to consider was that a forty-five minute drive into downtown was an awkward way to start a first date.&nbsp; The conversation had been ok at first, but mostly focused on work.&nbsp; When they'd mined out that topic things got awkwardly quiet.<br><br>"We're almost there, just around the corner."<br><br>He gave her a reassuring smile.&nbsp; He hoped things would improve once they got to the gallery.&nbsp; Maybe he just needed to loosen up a bit and stop worrying about being the perfect gentleman.&nbsp; Just be himself.&nbsp; He pulled into the parking lot and was surprised to find they had valet parking, but he turned to his keys over to the valet and like a good first date, got the door for Danielle.<br><br>The gallery itself wasn't opening.&nbsp; The artist, who called himself just Alphonse, was opening his collection and it looked a lot more upscale than Robert had expected.&nbsp; He'd worn a dark and formal suit himself, but he saw a man in a tux, but on second glance that was the exception and not the rule.&nbsp; Some of the attendees were more artsy dressed all in black.<br><br>He offered Danielle his arm.&nbsp; "Shall we go inside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 13:30:15</strong>
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				<em>“Of course I had to tell everyone”, Clarissa had said, looking more gorgeous than ever in the light of the single candle standing between their empty plates. She had refilled her glass from the clay decanter of Sangria they’d ordered to top off their meal and sighed. It had been her fourth glass, Danielle had been counting and the liquor had loosened to her tongue even beyond her natural affinity for gossip. <br><br>“It must’ve been awful.”<br><br>Clarissa had shuddered. “You have no idea, love.” <br><br>Danielle had reached out and given her co-worker’s hand a gentle squeeze.<br><br>“I told him I’d scream if he didn’t stop.” Clarissa had continued. “No one’s going to tie me. I’m a strong woman, not some helpless chick letting a man have his way with her. I make my own decisions and I don’t need some pervert trying to take away my independence.” <br><br>Dani had hmm’d sympathetically which had resembled agreement closely enough for Clarissa to lean over and smile. “Thanks Danielle, you’re a good listener.”</em><br><br>**<br><br>Now, thirty minutes into the long drive towards the city, Danielle looked at the man behind the wheel and wondered if Clarissa had been nothing more than a big, fat liar. Robert Hudson did not look like a man who tied women to bed posts; he looked as respectable and handsome as any of her co-workers. <br><br>She laughed at his anecdotes and countered by telling him of the old woman who had wanted to insure her equally feeble Chihuahua. The silences were awkward when they lingered but privately, Danielle thought them cute. They offered the opportunity to think and adjust her expectations. So, even if he didn’t act like the man in charge Clarissa had described, this could still become a nice date. The gallery opened the work of Alphonse, and she had seen it had drawn enough attention to warrant a preview in the local newspaper. <br><br>Curling her arm around his, Danielle accepted his escort. “After you asked me to see the collection with you, I saw an article about Alphonse in the art section.” She said, turning her gaze to Robert. “I skipped it.”<br><br>“I’d rather be surprised and make up my own mind.” Dani smiled. “And I am very, very curious, to see the least.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 15:57:20</strong>
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				Robert glanced Danielle's way when she mentioned seeing an article about Alphonse in the art section.&nbsp; Was she the kind of woman who regularly read the art section and toured galleries?&nbsp; He certainly wasn't a philistine.&nbsp; He enjoyed the arts, a good play now and then and he had toured this gallery before, but he was more comfortable with a movie or computer game.&nbsp; He hadn't read up on Alphonse himself.&nbsp; Had that been a mistake?<br><br>"I don't know the artist myself.&nbsp; So we'll both get to find out together."<br><br>He had an uneasy feeling as they entered the modern glass and concrete structure.&nbsp; Most of the attendees were dressed formally.&nbsp; Men's attire ranged from suits to tuxedos and most of the women were in gowns or cocktail dresses.&nbsp; However, there was a small but prominent faction dressed more in dark shades and leather that looked more like he had seen when he'd went to Xerxes, the not so secret bondage club downtown.&nbsp; Well, he had met Jack at Xerxes, who knew Dimitri, who knew Alphonse...<br><br>As they entered he had to make way for a short blonde woman dressed in a white cocktail dressed who stomping out with her husband/date tagging along behind her.<br><br>He guided Danielle through the door, presented his invitation and moved on into the gallery.&nbsp; The gallery contained a foyer and two wings.&nbsp; The staff had set up refreshments in the foyer and uniformed waitresses were circling with trays of au'd'oeuvres and wine.&nbsp; There were quite a few people present, which blocked his view, but this was still an opening.&nbsp; The point was to sell paintings.&nbsp; So there were several paintings prominently displayed and Robert got a good look at one.<br><br>The painting depicted a raven-haired woman nude save for a bright a red cloak.&nbsp; Her legs were spread wide, to accommodate a silver-headed man that was obviously going down on her.&nbsp; The artwork was very realistically depicted.&nbsp; Alphonse had captured the woman’s passion quite clearly and there was clearly something lupine about the man.&nbsp; That was well done, as all that was shown was his well-muscled back and his hair, his face being buried in the woman’s crotch.&nbsp; Obviously Alphonse was trying to invoke Little Red Riding Hood.&nbsp; Although the discarded picnic basic in one corner lacked subtlety, what bothered Robert was that the woman’s hands were bound together with leather straps.<br><br>Suddenly so much made sense, the people in black and leathers, the woman stomping out, and the black lace collars around the necks of the all-female wait-staff.&nbsp; Added to the fact that he knew Alphonse through Xerxes and two plus two made an ugly four.&nbsp; He glanced quickly around at the other paintings.&nbsp; He couldn’t make out details, but there seemed to be a good deal of naked flesh and he definitely saw a branding iron in one of them.&nbsp; The whole showing must have a BDSM theme.<br><br><em>Oh, shit!&nbsp; I am so fucked.</em><br><br>Things had been bad enough at work with Clarissa spreading rumors.&nbsp; Once Danielle tells everyone how he took her took look at a gallery of bondage art for a first date, he might as well kiss his job goodbye.&nbsp; He grabbed a glass of wine off a tray being offered by a waitress.&nbsp; He wasn’t usually one to bury his sorrows in wine, but he could definitely use a drink.&nbsp; Only now did he notice that in addition to a black lace collar, she also had two strips of black lace around her wrists.<br><br>He grabbed two glasses and offered one to Danielle.&nbsp; “Maybe I should have read that article on Alphonse.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 16:23:00</strong>
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				Danielle was having the time of her life; from the moment they had entered and Robert had taken her coat like a perfect gentleman, she had taken it all in with the eagerness of the unspoiled. Her eyes widened and she half-turned for an amused glance after the couple sailing out. “It looks like they did find out. For Alphonse’s sake, I hope she isn’t the critic” She grinned, and hooked her arm back through Robert’s. <br><br>Her heart skipped when she first noticed the waitresses. They looked gorgeous with their black adornments and she came close to sharing her thoughts with Robert. Thankfully, she caught herself before touching that delicate subject; after Clarissa he probably wouldn’t want to hear about anything that remotely resembled leather and ties.<br><br>Briefly distracted by the view of a handsome couple in black leathers, Danielle saw the wine first and the painting after. Taking the glass from Robert, she wriggled through the crow to see what had captured his attention and found herself eye to eye with a naked Little Red Riding Hood. <br><br>Danielle stared. Her eyes leveled at the picture’s focus where the man’s head was buried in the woman’s crotch and she swallowed. She could tell this raven haired minx was getting everything she had craved once the lights went out, and the woman’s pleasure kindled a warm longing in her stomach. She raised her glass to her lips only to find it empty. Somewhere, she must have drunk the wine and now her attention shifted, she remembered its dry, crisp flavor.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“You didn’t know?” Cutting a sidelong glance to Robert, Danielle admitted she had not really considered the issue. A blush crept to her cheeks and refused to move, warming her flesh with its tell-tale embarrassment. “It’s… uh…” <br><br><i>Gorgeous. Sexy. Hot. </i> She could think of several adjectives more, but none that would fit his innocent invitation. <br><br>“It’s different.” She said at last, happy to have found neutral territory. “Shall we see what else he has?” Redheads shouldn’t blush, it didn’t match their complexion and Danielle was blushing so much, she thought she’d burst into flames if anyone even looked at them. “I mean, we’re here now and it’d be a waste to drive all this way for nothing...” <br><br>Another waitress passed and Danielle handed her the empty glass, exchanging it for a full one. “And I think I see one over there that interests me.” She raised her glass in the general direction of a series of paintings, “Mythology is one of my passions.” <br><br>The one she had indicated was one of Alphonse’s earlier works and depicted Ares chastising his unfaithful lover. His hands had captured Aphrodite’s wrists, his body poised over hers showed his intent. The Goddess strained under him but as far as Danielle could tell, it wasn’t to fight her captor… quite the contrary!<br><br>The other painting showed a man in shining armor. That is, his breastplate was smooth and shiny, as were his boots and the helmet that lay on the grass. His buttocks were bare and Danielle needed only a little imagination to see the muscles flex. He was standing against a beautiful blonde, whose princess gown had been raised to her waist. The woman was painted in a bend over position, which upon closer inspection was easily explained by the strips of pink silk that tied her wrists to her ankles. <br><br>There were modern works as well, and several close-ups, studies intended for full scale paintings. It was one of these that Danielle felt drawn to: a simple painting of a pair of woman’s hands. Alphonse had captured their idleness beautifully, lightly curled in relaxation. Light glinted off metal studs highlighting the black leather cuffs around the woman’s wrists. “He’s amazing.” She breathed, reluctantly tearing her gaze from the picture. “And you wouldn’t have taken me if you’d known.” Danielle curled a crooked smile. “I can’t afford anything here. Reproductions of Monet is more my budget, but if I could…” She cocked her head and eyed the painting. “Hmm… Not something I can put up in the living room, eh.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 20:34:10</strong>
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				Robert was putting on a brave front.&nbsp; He expected Danielle to blowup like Clarissa.&nbsp; He gulped his wine as he tried to come up some way to spin this that wouldn't end up with him looking like a pervert.&nbsp; Then Danielle spotted the painting.&nbsp; She stared at it, like the stories of a mouse that spotted the snake - frozen unable to move.<br><br>He looked from the painting to her.&nbsp; The expected explosion didn't come.<br><br>He nodded his head when she said he didn't know, agreeing with her, eager to disclaim responsibility, but she wasn't angry.&nbsp; She was flushed and her eyes were wide and she pronounced the painting interesting.&nbsp; Then went to look at another one, saying mythology was one of her passions.<br><br>He followed after, very surprised and relieved.&nbsp; Danielle at least wasn't going to cause a scene.&nbsp; He followed her from painting to painting saying little, letting her look.&nbsp; He studied the paintings and they spoke to him.&nbsp; He'd always been fascinated with bondage and slavery, but he'd never really been able to indulge.&nbsp; Now, he studied the sultry redhead beside him and wondered.<br><br>Was she really interested?&nbsp; Or was she just trying to be cosmopolitan and not the little small town girl shocked by bondage art?&nbsp; He watched her as much as the paintings.&nbsp; He had been looking for just the right girl for so long.&nbsp; He had a long time fascination with bondage and slavery.&nbsp; More than anything he wanted to find not a wife, but a slave.&nbsp; However, he had never had much luck in real life.&nbsp; The women he dated were far too conservative for even roleplays.&nbsp; The women he met at Xerxes were too promiscuous for him.<br><br>Danielle studied these painting with rapt fascination.&nbsp; Could she really be the one?&nbsp; A girl who would want to explore things he'd only read about?&nbsp; So lost is he in his thoughts he almost missed her words.<br><br>"No, it's not something you could put up in your living room is it."<br><br>He gave her a smile then and met her gaze.&nbsp; She had mesmerizing hazel eyes, but he wished he knew what was going on behind them.<br><br>"And no, I wouldn't have taken you if I'd known."<br><br>Certainly not on a first date and not after Clarissa.&nbsp; The air between them felt heavy, expectant.&nbsp; He no longer felt the pressure to be a perfect gentleman, but he felt a different pressure.&nbsp; He needed to get this right.&nbsp; Danielle might just be the woman he'd been searching for.&nbsp; While he searched for words the picture beyond caught his eye and he felt his throat grow dry.&nbsp; He was pulled to it and drew Danielle with him.<br><br>"Tell me, what do you of this one?"<br><br>It was another modern pose.&nbsp; This one was of a couple before a flowered arch.&nbsp; The man was standing and wearing a tuxedo.&nbsp; The woman was kneeling beside him, mostly naked.&nbsp; She was wearing white hose, a white veil and a leather collar that was attached to a leash held by the man in the tuxedo.&nbsp; There was a glow about the woman and a fondness in the man's expression.<br><br>For Robert, this painting said it all.&nbsp; Husband and wife.&nbsp; Master and slave.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 16:24:06</strong>
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				If she had known Alphonse from all the people mulling about, Danielle might have kissed him. She had just spent a morning and a forty-five minute drive wondering how she would ever bring the topic of Robert’s adventures with Clarissa to the table without being hurtful or rude, and here it was, presented by Alphonse in a diorama of bondage. She was so relieved not having to breach the subject herself that she accepted a delicate mini sandwich offered by one of the collared waitresses. <br><br>Her eyes feasted on the paintings, on the amount of black leather and collars. Now she had spotted the theme, she thought she could tell Masters and slaves apart as they mingled with the other guests. She had read about these things on the Internet, but never seen anyone who was actually into bondage and submission. Clarissa didn’t count; that was all hearsay and she had not dared to believe her. Until now. Flyers were passed around of some club, Xerxes, and she accepted one.&nbsp; She knew from Google that such clubs existed, but she had never worked up the courage to contact one. <br><br>“This is so exciting.” She smiled and when their eyes met she didn’t want to look anywhere else. <i>Does he see what I am seeing?</i> She wondered, enraptured by the change in her companion. If asked, she wouldn’t have been able to tell what had made the difference. Was it the look in his eyes, his posture, a different tone of voice or all of these? She didn’t know. <br><br>Drawing her arm through his companionably, she let him lead her to the painting of his choice. What did she think of this one, he asked and she struggled to give him a proper answer. It was at once the easiest and hardest question she’d ever dealt with. The painting was beautiful, if she looked at the couple too long she felt a lump in her throat and tears burning behind her eyes. She had visited her share of weddings and although the bride has always been radiant and the groom handsome and nervous, they had never moved her like this. She had never wished it had been her instead. The parties had been fun and the happy couple had been madly in love but the atmosphere never had the serene peace and glow that radiated from Alphonse’s painting.<br><br>“She is gorgeous.” Danielle said softly. “And he looks so proud and loving. That’s not your average wedding, it’s so much more. Can you tell? Oh, I don’t mean just the pose or the clothing but … everything.” Her voice trailed off and she swallowed, unable to find better words to describe her feelings.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 19:29:48</strong>
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				Now that Robert was alert he saw some faces he recognized from Xerxes, but the crowd wasn't all into the art.&nbsp; Apparently they weren't the only ones who didn't know what to expect.&nbsp; He saw some tight faces in the crowd - men as well as women.&nbsp; There was quite a bit of heat in some of the discussions going on.&nbsp; He wasn't sure Alphonse's show was being well-received by the mainstream patrons.&nbsp; Although there were clearly those who loved what they saw.<br><br>However, that was in the back of his mind.&nbsp; Danielle obviously wasn't just putting on a show of being cosmopolitan.&nbsp; She said she was excited and she looked it.&nbsp; She took a flyer for Xerxes and folded it and put it in her purse... and she loved the painting.<br><br>"Yes, she is gorgeous and it is so much more.&nbsp; Not just love but..."<br><br>He looked at Danielle.&nbsp; She saw it, too.&nbsp; Everything that spoke to him in the painting also spoke to her.&nbsp; All this time he has been looking and hanging onto his arm is a woman who gets it.&nbsp; Suddenly he realized that she had heard the rumors Clarissa spread - and sought him out.<br><br>"It is a beautiful painting and a wonderful show, but it is time to go now, Danielle.&nbsp; You and I need to have a nice long and private talk."<br><br>He was telling her, not asking.&nbsp; He wasn't rude, but it was deliberate and a test.&nbsp; He felt nervous inside.&nbsp; He didn't want to blow this, but he tried to project calm authority and certainty.&nbsp; Was she interested in looking or interested for real?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 15:01:53</strong>
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				<br>“I’d love to.” She said, raising her gaze to Robert’s. Her hazel eyes had lost some of their playful charm and searched his with a sudden, nervous curiosity. “Did you have a specific place in mind? If not, there’s a tearoom down the street.” <br><br>Danielle threw a last glance at Alphonse’s work and the visiting crowd and nudged Robert’s side. “Did you see that?” She grinned. “There’ll be bad weather in several homes tonight. I hope the critics will be kind; the man’s a genius but you never know… They need to sell papers, and that means writing a critique the public can agree with.” <br><br>They’d have more important matters to discuss once they’d reach their destination, but the time in between was pleasantly filled with small talk and Danielle described which part of his work she had liked most. “It’s amazing how detailed his work is. There is so much to see, but never so much that you forget looking at what it’s really about. The atmosphere in his paintings is all there and I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s not like the Internet shows it. Not at all.” <br><br>She couldn’t read his expression; was he what Clarissa’s stories had painted him? The change in his voice was full of promise and jolted her hopes with new energy. When he had told her they would leave – not ask, but told-, butterflies awoke in her stomach and her knees felt weak. She had found she wanted to comply, which had surprised her. Reading about submission had not prepared her for the elation that coursed through her now and as she walked beside him, she could barely contain herself. Her hopes and happiness raised sky high with a little voice singing <i>He feels like I do!</i> making her want to run and frolick as if she were only six years old.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 19:06:33</strong>
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				"We're thinking alike.&nbsp; I'd planned on a coffeehouse which is also closeby.&nbsp; It isn't that far.&nbsp; Let's leave the car and walk."<br><br>Which isn't usual for downtown, but they're in a safe part of downtown and it isn't that late.&nbsp; Walking would also give them a chance to talk.&nbsp; He again offered Danielle his arm and led her down the street.&nbsp; She was eager to talk about Alphonse.&nbsp; Apparently she was quite taken with his work.<br><br>He chuckled at her comment about bad weather.&nbsp; "You noticed that too, did you.&nbsp; I don't think everyone enjoyed his work as much as we did.&nbsp; I imagine critics will either trash him or praise him.&nbsp; For all their lip service about having a balanced perspective, it is the extreme reaction that sells papers."<br><br>He wondered which would win out.&nbsp; The audience had clearly been divided by his work and that was a crowd of art lovers.&nbsp; Not exactly the most conservative and uptight group of people.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, he had a very romantic perspective, didn't he?"<br><br>That wasn't usual.&nbsp; While Robert was interested in bondage, Xerxes had been a little much for him.&nbsp; It was loud and brash and slutty.&nbsp; He'd been propositioned more than once for one-night stands with bondage as dom or sub.&nbsp; That wasn't what he wanted.&nbsp; He wanted a slave, but he knew himself to be jealous man.&nbsp; He couldn't see himself in an open relationship.&nbsp; What interested him more is that Alphonse's work spoke to Danielle as much as it did to him.<br><br>"And you've looked at similar things on the internet, have you?&nbsp; I thought you hadn't heard the rumors Clarissa was spreading, but you sought me out intentionally, didn't you, Danielle?"<br><br>He studied her face as he put her on the spot.&nbsp; He wasn't as calm as he looked.&nbsp; Inside he was nervous and fluttery.&nbsp; He really wanted this to work, which meant he should take charge, but how much?&nbsp; How much would reel her in and how much would be too much and drive her away?<br><br>They turned the corner and there was the coffeehouse - just enough time for her to answer before they arrived and ordered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 18:18:43</strong>
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				“I put my foot in my mouth there, didn’t I?” Danielle blushed, a sweet shade of pink adding color to her cheeks. She laughed a little, not quite meeting his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to find out.” <br><br>“I heard the rumors, of course. Everyone did but I doubt the others really gave it much thought. I’m not a gossip monger, Robert, but when Clarissa told me what’d happened, I… well…” She lifted her chin and met his gaze, a little smile curving her lips. “My interest was peaked. From what she told me, you never tried to force her or make her do anything she didn’t want. You were respectful and open, and I like that.” <br><br>Her pretty little nose wrinkled. “Not at all like what I read on the net. Or… no, that’s not true. I found several sites…eh, I am rambling again, but what I’m saying is that there’s some really good advice out there about internet predators. That made me think twice about contacting anyone, you know?” <br><br>They had reached the coffee house and blocked the door briefly while Danielle breathlessly finished the recount of her internet adventures. She followed him in, shrugging off her coat once the cozy warmth of the coffee shop enveloped them. “This looks nice.” She said, giving him a smile as she opened the menu. After a few moments, she chose a cappuccino from the wide selection and put the menu down, returning her full focus to Robert. “Besides,” she said, picking up their previous topic. “I’m not really interested in a fast and superficial acquaintance through the internet.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 18:59:48</strong>
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				Robert was excited about the way things were going.&nbsp; Everything that Danielle said matched up against what he wanted.&nbsp; He knew what she meant about how useless the internet was in many ways.&nbsp; As long as you just wanted to <em>pretend</em> at bondage, it was fine.&nbsp; He'd spent many hours doing exactly that over the years.&nbsp; However, it wasn't good for taking things real.&nbsp; Xerxes, on the other hand, had been all too real and a bit too extreme for his tastes.&nbsp; He could be open about his interests, but there wasn't a waiting list of slaves looking for masters.&nbsp; They did have the occassional slave auction, but those weren't permanent arrangements.&nbsp; Usually they were for one night, rarely for a week, and the girls who put themselves up for sale didn't click for him.&nbsp; Danielle clicked.&nbsp; At least it felt that way now.<br><br>When Danielle set down the menu, he asked what she'd be having and committed it to memory so that when the waitress arrived he could place the order for both of them.&nbsp; He would have done that anyway on a first date.&nbsp; He was old-fashioned that way.&nbsp; With the possibility that Danielle was a secret submissive, it felt even more important to order for her.&nbsp; Then he returned to the conversation.&nbsp; It was getting very interesting.<br><br>"So, if you don't want fast and superficial, what do you want?"<br><br>He was totally focused on her face now, gazing into her eyes.&nbsp; This was such a first-date question, but not in this context.&nbsp; His interest in bondage is something he usually quiet about until much later in a relationship.&nbsp; Now, because of Alphonse and his art, it was all out in the open.&nbsp; He faced the issue dead on, putting Danielle on the spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 14:55:57</strong>
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				“What I want?” Danielle’s expression was thoughtful. “That’s a difficult one, Robert.” She fell silent while the waitress returned with their drinks, waiting until the woman had returned to the bar. Stirring her coffee, Dani absently watched the foamy milk slink. “I’m not sure I can put it all to words, but I’ll try.” <br><br>“I’ve wanted to experiment with this for quite some time now, and the wanting only grows stronger. The Internet doesn’t appeal to me, I want reality and someone whose desire to lead is as strong as mine to follow. I believe I have a lot to give and I don’t want to waste it on some anonymous fellow on the web.” She forgot her coffee, the spoon between her fingers hovered over the cup. Her hazel eyes sought Robert’s, serious and curious. “I want to see my…eh...” She blushed and lowered her gaze, dropping the spoon abruptly on the saucer. “Anyway…I want to see his face, hear his voice, feel his touch and know I can trust him and be trusted. No hiding behind computer screens or excuses. I don’t want a kinky one night stand, Robert. I want something serious. Or well, you never know, I guess, but I want the <i>intention</i> to make it real.” One corner of her mouth curved in an impish, little smile. <br><br>“I didn’t know if my hopes were realistic until I saw Alphonse’s work. His paintings showed me how I feel. Or how I want to feel? Oh, I don’t mean like little red riding hood.” Her blush painted her cheeks; Danielle wasn’t much of a liar. The painting had excited her, conjuring images of helpless, wonderful passion. Right now, however, she had enough trouble to keep her mind focused with all the bubbly, happy feelings bouncing inside. “Where was I? Oh yeah, Alphonse.”&nbsp; <br><br>“His painting of the couple took my breath away. It sounds cliché, I know, but that’s how I felt. And the one with the woman’s hands, tied and yet so peaceful.” She smiled at Robert. “That’s what I want.” A pause, and then the obvious question came. “What are you looking for? It seemed as if you already know several people in that world?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 17:21:59</strong>
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				Robert listened attentively to everything Danielle had to say, not just her words but the way she said them, the way she reacted.&nbsp; He had ordered coffee, but he hadn't done more than taste it.&nbsp; Danielle had his whole attention.&nbsp; He has been searching for someone like her for years.&nbsp; Could she really be the one.<br><br>"It's not cliché, at all Danielle.&nbsp; It's... well, most women I know wouldn't have your reaction, or if they did they wouldn't admit it.&nbsp; I've been looking, too.&nbsp; The web is, oh, what's the word?&nbsp; It's ok, but it isn't real.&nbsp; It's just pretend.&nbsp; I have tried dabbling in that world.&nbsp; I've been to that club, Xerxes.&nbsp; It wasn't at all what I expected.&nbsp; Oh, they were into bondage, but also groupsex, multiple partners and swinging.&nbsp; I can't do that at least not with someone I cared about.&nbsp; I tried it once, but... there was just no feeling attached."<br><br>He frowned, searching for the words.&nbsp; He wanted to get this right.<br><br>"I loved that painting, too.&nbsp; It spoke to me.&nbsp; I want a lop-sided relationship where the power is all on my side, but I want it to be exclusive."<br><br>He kept his eyes fixed on Danielle's as he spoke.&nbsp; This has gone so badly so many times in the past.&nbsp; He didn't want to scare Danielle off on the first date.&nbsp; You don't talk marriage on the first date - but they were.&nbsp; At least hinting at that.&nbsp; He wasn't promising marriage, but most of his friends were married.&nbsp; He was trying to be honest, but not needy.<br><br>"I don't want a one-night stand either..." but he couldn't be a wimp and ask her for permission.&nbsp; That wasn't what he wanted.&nbsp; If she was serious, it wasn't what she wanted either.<br><br>"And we can talk about it all night, or we can dance on the dark side.&nbsp; I can take you home now and we can pretend this conversation never happened.&nbsp; Or you can go to the girls room, take off your panties and bring them back to me."<br><br>Trust, she'd said.&nbsp; This was a small test and she had the option of saying no.&nbsp; He wanted control.&nbsp; Was she really ready to give it up?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 14:55:29</strong>
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				Danielle’s smile was warm and understanding. Her head bobbed in an empathic nod of agreement when he said he wanted the relationship to be exclusive. No matter how much she had liked the paintings, she couldn’t really picture herself on the auction block at Xerxes. Also, if she were honest, she had no intention of sharing Robert with anyone. That Clarissa had found him first was bad enough, made bearable mostly because she’d never known his hidden Dominant without her.<br><br>“And we can talk about it all night…” He said, leading towards the words that changed her world. It wasn’t just the words, the offhand choice he put before her, but also his air of control that awoke butterflies in her stomach and had her squirming in her seat. The urge to stand up and obey was overwhelming and Danielle was shifting her weight before she had thought his proposal over. <br><br>Robert deserved better than an instinctive reaction, even if it was telling in its own way. Did she trust him? Was she really one hundred percent certain that if she complied, he wouldn’t humiliate her or turn her into the office joke? <i>Yes</i>, she thought. He wasn’t like Clarissa or some other co-workers who feasted on gossip like fish and chips.<br><br>She took a deep breath and pushed her chair back. “Excuse me. I… will be just a minute.” Her eyes met his and her smile was bright with promise. <br><br>When she walked towards the ladies room, she thought every customer was looking her way knowingly. They could not know, however, but Robert did and that thought made her nervous and excited at the same time. <br><br>The powder room was empty and Danielle hastily disappeared behind one of the doors. Her heels scuffled over the worn tiles as she reached back and unzipped her skirt, carefully catching the garment before it would pool around her ankles. Tossing the skirt over the clothes pin attached to the door, Dani felt oddly naked even despite her shirt and underwear.<br><br><i>There is still time</i>, she thought as she slid her hands over her hips, fingertips caressing the lace and cotton of her white panties.<i>I don’t have to do this.</i> It was true: she could keep her clothes on and go back. Robert would bring her home and she’d never have to deal with all these new emotions. <br><br>Her thumbs hooked underneath the soft cotton and slowly, deliberately, Danielle pulled her panties down. She savored the moment, realizing that with every inch they traveled down her legs, she surrendered more of her independence. One high heeled foot raised, stepped out of the panties and lowered to the floor again. Danielle shifted her weight and repeated the process with her left foot. She reached for her skirt and hung her underwear on the pin. Tucking in her shirt, she noticed her skirt felt different without panties. The curve of her ass seemed more pronounced with the unfamiliar fabric snugly fit against it and was embarrassingly aware of her naked sex.<br><br>Crumpling her panties to a tight ball, she clenched her fingers around them, shielding them from passing glances. Her hips swayed under the skirt when she pulled the door shut behind her and walked back to Robert’s table. A furious blush warmed her cheeks when she fumbled with the white cloth and pushed the crumpled heap of lace and cotton in Robert’s hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 16:48:34</strong>
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				He'd been nervous about being assertive.&nbsp; It was what he wanted, what he craved, but most women would have been insulted if he demanded their panties on a first date.&nbsp; Danielle wasn't most women.&nbsp; She excused herself and went straight to the restroom.<br><br>He knew what she was doing.&nbsp; She was taking off her panties for him.&nbsp; He watched her go, her ass seemed to sway more as she walked, tantalyzing him.&nbsp; All women sway a little, but Danielle's sway looked more pronounced.&nbsp; Then she was in the bathroom and his cock started getting hard.&nbsp; What kind of panties did she wear?&nbsp; Sexy lace panties?&nbsp; Red satin?&nbsp; He didn't know.&nbsp; He wanted to find out.&nbsp; He sipped at his coffee.&nbsp; Was she taking too long?&nbsp; Had she changed her mind?&nbsp; Oh, there she was and she had something gripped in her hand.<br><br>He met her eyes then.&nbsp; She was blushing as she sat down and she thrust the bundled cloth into his hands.<br><br>"Very good, Danielle."<br><br>He opened his hands beneath the table.&nbsp; Ordinary white cotton panties, but they looked sexy because of what they meant.&nbsp; He closed his hands around them, hiding them again, took them to his nose and sniffed while still meeting Danielle's eyes.&nbsp; All he could smell were his own hands.&nbsp; Maybe if he spread them out and sniffed the crotch he would get her scent, but he wouldn't do that.&nbsp; What she had done had taken trust and he wouldn't betray that by waving her panties around in a coffeehouse.&nbsp; So he stuffed thm into his pocket.<br><br>"Ok, here is how it is going to work, Danielle.&nbsp; I'm going to pay for our coffee and then I'm going to take you home with me.&nbsp; Tonight... tonight is for all the dreams we've had.&nbsp; I don't know how far we'll go, we'll see.&nbsp; I don't want a one night stand, but tonight we dance on the dark side.&nbsp; Tonight is magic.&nbsp; Tomorrow we'll sit down and talk about ground rules and how we'll make this work long term."<br><br>He paused.&nbsp; Was this smart?&nbsp; Plunging in so deep?&nbsp; Too late to stop now.&nbsp; He'd said it.<br><br>"I won't listen to 'no' or 'stop'.&nbsp; I'm giving you a safeword, 'three'.&nbsp; Say the word 'three' or tap three times."<br><br>Robert rapped the table, one-two-three, in rapid succession.<br><br>"And the night is over.&nbsp; I'll take you home and tomorrow in the sun we'll talk about how to make things work.&nbsp; Until then you do as I say."<br><br>It felt so good saying this and so scary.&nbsp; What if he scared her away?&nbsp; Then she wasn't really the one, but he'd never met a woman this close to what he wanted.&nbsp; Losing her at this point...<br><br>"Do you agree?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 00:08:53</strong>
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				She could tell he didn’t know the effect he was having on her. Doing all she could to stay still, Danielle wanted to squirm and writhe. When Robert mentioned the safe word, she wanted to moan. “Three.” Her voice was low and hoarse from desire. If mere words gave her shivers, what would happen when he touched her? She wanted to find out. The safe word wouldn’t be necessary; he had earned her trust when he didn’t expose her panties to curious onlookers. That was a gentleman’s action and although she had trusted his discretion, she was rather pleased to see herself proven right. “I’d love that, Robert.” She met his eyes with that earnest gaze of hers he might remember from the office. Often smiling, Danielle could be serious although it was hard to tell with the red curls and the sunshine freckles dotting her nose.<br><br>“I agree.” It sounded like a promise. “Until morning, I do as you say. If I want to stop, I’ll yell ‘three’ or tap three times.” It did sound dark… The thought that she might need a panic word was a little intimidating, and if he’d been a stranger, she wasn’t sure if she’d had the courage to take this all the way. But this was Robert and he had justified her confidence at every turn. Even in this talk, he had taken the lead and made it all so easy for her. If there was security in the choices she had made, Robert had been providing it.&nbsp; How could she walk away from him now, when she had finally found the one who might be the positive to her negative, the Master to her submissive desires. <br><br>Danielle looked at the coffee cups, one empty and one cold, and then back at Robert. Her smile lit up. “I’ve never done anything dark. Or magic. I think I’d very much like to find out.” <br><br>She rose when he did, and slipped into her coat. Her skirt felt different, the sensation of its fabric caressing her buttocks was too pronounced to ignore. It rubbed over the naked flesh each time she moved and reminded her of the mischief that lay ahead. Thoughts of Robert and herself ran through her naked, images of naked bodies entwined and kisses placed upon her bare skin. She shivered happily and fell in stride beside him. “I liked that.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, sharing confidentialities. “That you won’t accept ‘no’ or ‘stop’. I felt that…” Danielle pressed a hand to her stomach, “right here”. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 15:32:02</strong>
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				Robert was nervous.&nbsp; He wanted to take charge.&nbsp; He wanted to be in control, but he also didn't want to drive Danielle away.&nbsp; She might just be everything he wanted.&nbsp; He smiled in relief when Danielle accepted his terms.&nbsp; His smile broadened when she paraphrased his words, confirming his order.<br><br>"You will, Danielle.&nbsp; Tonight we'll do both."<br><br>He tossed some money on the table to cover their coffee.&nbsp; Too much money.&nbsp; He didn't want to wait for change.&nbsp; Someone just got a really big tip.&nbsp; However, money wasn't anywhere on his list of concerns now.&nbsp; The night was cooler now.&nbsp; Not really cold yet, but chilly enough that he was aware of it.&nbsp; Yet the cold barely touched Robert.&nbsp; He felt almost on fire.&nbsp; A fire that flamed hotter when he glanced at Danielle and she confessed how his words had touched her.<br><br>"Just wait until I get you home."<br><br>He took Danielle by the hand to lead her.&nbsp; Not since he was a young and first dating had he felt such a thrill at merely holding hands.&nbsp; Her hand felt warm and alive and full of promise.&nbsp; A bit of an old Beatles song danced through his head as he led her through the night.&nbsp; He chaffed at the necessity of waiting for the walk and dreaded the drive home.<br><br>"Talk to me, Danielle.&nbsp; What makes your blood hot and your panties wet?&nbsp; When you fantasize what do you want?&nbsp; If I tie you to my bed tonight, will you moan with passion or scream in fear?"<br><br>He slid his other hand into his pocket and squeezed her panties - plain white cotton panties.&nbsp; It thrilled him to have them in his possession, to know that beneather her skirt she was bare in the cold air.&nbsp; It was tangible proof of his control, a talisman that gave him confidence to take control and set the pace.&nbsp; It felt like a dream, but this was real.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 16:35:45</strong>
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				Danielle’s hand slipped comfortably in Robert’s and she skipped a step, falling in stride beside him. “Is it far? Are we there yet?” She teased, laughter in her voice. Home, a forty-five minute drive away, it seemed like a wall of time when you wanted to be there, right now. And yet, this time together was priceless. It felt so good to be led by him, to feel his fingers clasp hers. He sounded happy and eager, energized with anticipation of what lay ahead. <br><br>A hotel sign flashed green, advertising bed and breakfast in ‘tropical rainforest setting’. It made her giggle; she wasn’t interested in some artsy jungle, she just wanted Robert’s bed in Robert’s home. Or if they didn’t make it to the bed, that’d be cool too. She shot a stealthy glance to the man at her side and blushed when she found him looking at her as well. As if he’d known her thoughts, he threw the question at her and Danielle was grateful the evening darkness covered her furious blushing.<br><br>It wasn’t a question one asked on a first date. Perhaps that was partly why hearing it made her feel so hot and attractive. It reminded her of panties and the lack thereof, and her gaze slipped towards his pocket. “That did.” She swallowed and dewed her dry lips with a swift lick. “Or it would have if I was still…uhm…” The joke failed as she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit her lack of underwear out loud, and she smiled crookedly. “Bad joke, sorry. But I can’t believe what this is doing to me.” Danielle lowered her voice until they reached the parking and Robert opened the door for her. <br><br>“That question made me hot.” She confessed once she had fastened her seatbelt. “I’ve fantasized about this… I mean, something like this. Someone who’d do what you’re doing now. I’ve always thought that it would be sexy, but it’s so much more. A sidelong look found him, and she smiled. “When you asked that, I wanted you to take me right there. In the parking. Wherever. It made me that hot.”<br><br>Danielle chewed her bottom lip and squirmed in her seat, crossing her ankles as she redirected her gaze to the front and watched the dark road roll past. “I think I’ll like being tied. When I fantasized I was never helpless though. There were always keys nearby or enough room to wriggle out. But not with you.” She sighed contently. “Are we there yet?” The familiar tease was laden with longing and Danielle smiled. “What about you? Is the control? Or more?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 19:48:08</strong>
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				Robert noticed the hotel as well and he briefly considered checking in.&nbsp; It had the advantage of acting now while the mood was right, but he wanted to take her home to his bed.&nbsp; Also he had already stated a course of action.&nbsp; Not that he was completely inflexible, but he felt it was important to be decisive now.<br><br>When they got to the car, he took Danielle to the passenger side door first.&nbsp; He opened it for her and held her hand until she sat down.&nbsp; While he was in control, to him that didn't always mean her waiting on him hand and foot.<br><br>He smiled as Danielle said that being ordered had turned her on and when she said she wanted to be taken right there, he briefly considered it.&nbsp; The sun was down.&nbsp; There were dark alleyways.&nbsp; He could pull into one of them... No.<br><br>"Oh, you tempt me, Danielle.&nbsp; I'd very much like to pull you down one of the alleyways, bend you over and take you now, but I don't want our first time to be in a dark alley.&nbsp; And it wouldn't be safe.&nbsp; I don't know this part of the city."<br><br>Risking getting busted by the cops was one thing.&nbsp; He might take that chance with Danielle.&nbsp; Risking a run in with street thugs was another.&nbsp; He felt safe enough in the light, but those dark alleys... He had an image of a big man with a knife finding them fucking and wanting to join.&nbsp; He didn't mind some sensible risks, his roleplay fantasies included some exhibitionism, but he felt some of the weight of ownership.&nbsp; Danielle's safety was his responsibility.<br><br>"Maybe, someday something like that, when I'm sure it is safe.&nbsp; Tonight we'll both have to wait."<br><br>Although it wasn't easy.&nbsp; His cock was already hard in his pants.&nbsp; He felt hot.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; Knowing she wanted it now, made it so difficult to wait.<br><br>"We've almost to my car."&nbsp; He focused on her question.&nbsp; "Control, yes and power.&nbsp; I think power over others is the most powerful aphrodisiac...&nbsp; Hmm, that's not all though."<br><br>He paused as he focused on his driving, changing lanes.&nbsp; It was just a few short blocks, then he was on the interstate.<br><br>"There is more to it.&nbsp; The old gender roles just feel right to me.&nbsp; I don't mean that in a bigoted way.&nbsp; Just that we've changed the way humans lived for thousands of years.&nbsp; I think there is something wired in our brains for the old roles: men as protectors and providers, women as nuturers.&nbsp; At least that's the way it is for me.&nbsp; So it isn't just control and the control doesn't come without responsibilities and obligations."<br><br>He glanced her way.&nbsp; This was a lot harder to put into words and not come across like a sexist bigot.<br><br>"And it's also about control."&nbsp; He checked the highway, no one particularly close.<br><br>"I already have your panties, now take off your skirt and hand it to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 15:21:10</strong>
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				The lights of the interstate flashed past like Polaroid, a colorful whizz in her peripheral vision while she watched Robert drive. “I’ve never thought about it that way.” She smiled that bright, radiant smile, her eyes glittered in the dashboard light. “I’ve always considered myself an independent woman. A feminist, maybe? I vote, I pay my own bills, mow the lawn and put the garbage out, but that’s not really what it’s all about, right?” She sighed happily and met his glance, blushing for no particular reason except that his eyes seemed full of promise and barely contained excitement. <br><br>"And it's also about control."&nbsp; He checked the highway, no one particularly close.<br><br>"I already have your panties, now take off your skirt and hand it to me." <br><br>Danielle’s head froze in mid-nod. Her jaw dropped and gaze chased the lights back to Robert’s eyes. “W.what?” For a self-proclaimed independent woman, she stuttered worse than a shy teen on a first date. “Did you really say that?” The blush heated her cheeks, and the little sprinkling of freckles upon her nose shone like gold dust. She looked over her shoulder at the lawn behind them and checked the sides, quietly debating the wisdom of her earlier promise. <br><br><i>Till morning, remember?</i> <br><br><i>But I didn’t know…</i> A part of her squirmed. <i>I can knock. Three times. Or just say it… He won’t be angry, that’s what it’s there for… to get out when it’s really, really not good.</i><br><br><i>And this counts? Just ‘cause you don’t have panties? Coward… Coward. </i><br><br>She pressed her knees together and nervous smoothed the shirt over her legs. “I… You know, I’m not…well…” <br><br><i>I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer… Or ‘stop”.</i> Danielle recalled the admiration she had felt at those bold, confident words. She felt the excitement they had caused her then, and the surge of heat cutting through her abdomen at this new command. She gulped and moved her hands away from the shielding fabric, raising them instead to the slender belt that held her skirt snug at the waist. Nervous fingers tugged at the zipper and she cursed soft, but fervently when the thin tab escaped her sweaty grip. She hazarded a swift glance at Robert and lowered her gaze again to renew her struggle with the zipper. This time, it yielded and the soft rustle of parting sang through the car. <br><br>Danielle wriggled, shifting her weight to one side and tugging on the skirt, casting nervous glances to Robert. Stripping off her panties in the ladies room had been one thing, no one had seen it and only Robert had known.<br><br>This time, there was no such safety as a locked door and privacy. Although he had to focus on the road, he’d have to be deaf and blind to miss the skirt’s impending descent. A first glimpse of bare skin as Danielle pushed her shoulders into the backrest, her coppery hair framing her blushing face in wild, tousled curls. Her chest pressed against the safety belt as she raised her hips and tugged at the fabric, working it halfway down her thighs. With a soft, relieved sigh, she relaxed and sank down into the chair, treating Robert to glimpses of her bare sex as she moved. Danielle bit her lip and glanced at Robert as she guided her skirt over her knees and down to her ankles. She stepped out of the garment and leaned to one side, braced by the safety belt as she reached down and dragged the discarded skirt into her lap.&nbsp; Her hands trembled as she folded the cloth and moved the dark, little bundle into Robert’s lap. <br><br>Unsure of what to do with her hands, Danielle rested them upon her thighs, then over her stomach. Her breathing quickened and she wriggled in her seat. She pressed her legs together and relaxed them again, moved her hands to block his view and unblock it. Somehow there seemed no innocent spot to place them at all… Seated beside him like that made her think of his home, where he would finally touch her and she could touch him. She caught a trace of her scent, and blushed. “If someone told me I’d do that for a man, I’d have laughed at him… I never thought I could.” Danielle confessed, pretending to see something interesting in the darkness to their right as she pressed her thighs together in a vain attempt to focus her thoughts elsewhere. “How much further?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 15:48:17</strong>
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				Danielle was obviously taken aback by His sudden shift of topic and command.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; He'd meant to take her off-guard.<br><br>"Yes, I did"<br><br>He glanced her way.&nbsp; The highway wasn't busy on a Friday night between cities.&nbsp; So traffic was forgiving.&nbsp; He could take short looks in her direction, but he was still driving.&nbsp; So all he had was brief glimpses in the dark of the car.&nbsp; She hesitated.&nbsp; Had he pushed too far?&nbsp; This was a small step in what he had planned for the evening.<br><br>"Yes, I know.&nbsp; They're in pocket."<br><br>They felt like a burning coal in his pocket.&nbsp; Her panties.&nbsp; Now her skirt.&nbsp; He forced his eyes on the road but his ears seemed to have grown supernaturally acute.&nbsp; While he wasn't able to watch the whole show he was aware that she was moving and twisting in the seat beside him.&nbsp; The rasp of her zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the confines of the car.<br><br>His cock was hard.&nbsp; So very hard.&nbsp; As hard as he could get straining his pants.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her senseless and make slow love to her all night long.&nbsp; He wanted to explore her body and claim her.&nbsp; And he was getting far ahead of things.&nbsp; This was still a first date.&nbsp; They might push things farther, but how far?&nbsp; That he would have to play by ear.<br><br>Rustling in the seat beside him.&nbsp; Glimpses of bare skin.&nbsp; Much of the highway was unlit, but as they passed through a town a section of highway lights provided some light.&nbsp; A slow strobing light that grew and faded, grew and faded.&nbsp; He saw what was happening in photographic flashes as he kept his eyes on the road.<br><br>She placed the bundle in his lap.&nbsp; He wondered if she felt how hard he was.&nbsp; How painfully erect.<br><br>"But you did.&nbsp; You did it for me.&nbsp; You did good Danielle.&nbsp; Welcome to the dark side."<br><br>He kept his eyes on the road and lifted his ass briefly out of the seat.&nbsp; He stuffed her skirt beneath him and sat down on it.&nbsp; Unnecessary, perhaps, but he wanted to claim possession of it.&nbsp; Make her feel more exposed.<br><br>"It's thirty long minutes to my home."<br><br>And now he dare not speed.&nbsp; He couldn't afford to be pulled over with Danielle half-naked.&nbsp; Already he wanted her.&nbsp; That thirty minutes felt like forever.<br><br>Deliberately he reached a hand across the small gap that separated their seats and sought out her naked thigh.&nbsp; He ran a hand down her hip, along the outside of her thigh, almost to her knee.&nbsp; Then back up.&nbsp; Her skin felt hot and smooth.&nbsp; The touch was just a carress, not a breast or even her inner thighs, but it felt so intense.&nbsp; It was hard to focus on the road instead of the feminine flesh beneath his hand.<br><br>"Talk to me, Danielle.&nbsp; How does it feel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 13:53:56</strong>
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				Thirty minutes…<br><br>They felt like eternity. She shivered when he moved the skirt out of reach. Even if she’d wanted, there’d be no way she could tear it from his grasp now. Goosebumps traveled up her thighs and she felt the wave of heating swirl around her bare legs. The hem of her shirt covered her most private parts from immediate view, leaving just a glimpse where the fabric parted. Oddly enough, that only made her feel more exposed. It was the knowledge, she decided. Knowing that Robert knew just how indecent his passenger was dressed made all the difference. <br><br>She tensed when he touched her and a long sigh parted the soft lips. Her muscles relaxed and he could feel her shiver under the stroke of his hand. “Twenty-five.” She said, with a swift glance to the clock. <br><br>Danielle turned her head to Robert, studying him with a half-smile as he drove. “How does it feel?” She repeated, her smile deepening. “If you keep this up, we won’t reach your home. We will be headlines “Lovers in driver’s seat wreck car.” Her weight shifted and she leaned closer. He could hear her quickened breaths when she rested a hand on his thigh, restless fingers plucking at his pants. “We can’t do that” Her laughter was familiar, and yet, it was different. Her heart beat too fast and she sounded out of breath. “You have a very nice car. It would be a shame.” Wickedly, she trailed a finger tip over his leg, much like he caressed her. <br><br>“Twenty minutes.” Danielle squirmed and crossed her ankles. Her feet tucked to one side, she leaned more naturally towards Robert, and at the same time offered him more space. Her eyes snapped to the road and instinctively, she ducked a little when a sports car blazed past. She watched its rear lights fade and exhaled. <br><br>“It feels hot, Robert.” She needed a focus, something that would take some of her attention away from Robert or the growing wetness between her thighs. “It feels right and wrong. I am terrified someone will see us, but at the same time, I don’t care!”<br><br>“I feel exposed and…uhm… I feel wicked and sexy. Dark, like you said? And I want you and I feel I can say that because I know you want me too.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thymoit</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 16:20:01</strong>
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				Robert chuckled as she pictured the headline.&nbsp; There was some truth in that.<br><br>"Yes, that wouldn't be just a shame but a crime.&nbsp; We'll just have to wait."<br><br>Not that he stopped stroking her.&nbsp; She was so very enticing.&nbsp; Her skin felt warm to his touch.&nbsp; Her voice sounded husky, the horny sex voice.&nbsp; Tension was in the air.&nbsp; Or was that the smell of her pussy?&nbsp; He wasn't sure.&nbsp; Was he really smelling her pussy juices?&nbsp; Or was he just thinking of sex that much?&nbsp; It was just at the edge of awareness where he wasn't sure he was smelling her or not.<br><br>However, she was also distracting.&nbsp; Especially when she returned his touch.&nbsp; He had to watch the road.&nbsp; He kept reminding himself of that.&nbsp; He's heard of men receiving blowjobs while driving, but he is far too turned on.&nbsp; He'd have to be in the proper detached state of mind.&nbsp; At that moment he was anything but detached.<br><br>Fifteen minutes.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; I want you to feel hot and sexy, maybe a little bit dangerous - dark."<br><br>No one was going to see her.&nbsp; Not like this.&nbsp; He can barely make her out and he is in the car with her.&nbsp; However, it <em>feels</em> like she is exposed.&nbsp; A moving car wasn't really private.&nbsp; Other people, other eyes were out there.<br><br>"And I do want you, Danielle... let's get a necessary conversation out of the way.&nbsp; I've had other partners in the past, but I'm clean - no diseases.&nbsp; When I have you, I want to feel all of you.&nbsp; I want my bare cock inside you - will that be possible?"<br><br>He deliberately used the word cock.&nbsp; It sounded loud in the car.&nbsp; When he'd asked for her panties, he had no idea how far she'd let him go.&nbsp; Now it seemed almost certain they'd be lovers tonight - that wasn't normal for him.&nbsp; He'd hooked up with some girls at Xerxes (and damn sure used a condom with them), but they'd had other lovers and the one night stands had been unsatisfying for him.&nbsp; He wanted a lot more from Danielle, but he also wanted the carnal - he wanted her body.&nbsp; He wanted her tonight.&nbsp; Tomorrow they'll work out the rules.&nbsp; And he wanted her bare - all of her.&nbsp; Another woman he wouldn't have trusted.&nbsp; He would have used a condom for his protection, but Danielle - he trusted her already.&nbsp; If she said she was clean and on birth control - he'd believe her.<br><br>Still ten minutes away.&nbsp; So close.&nbsp; So far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love and Bondage (Thymoit and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 16:11:32</strong>
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				Danielle laughed, bowing her head as to hide her blush in the shadows. He wanted her to feel hot? Oh Lord, he didn’t have a clue! She was burning, her sex throbbed and the heat waves from the ventilation system made her feel naked and exposed. <br><br>Fifteen minutes. Danielle retracted her hand and folded them between her legs, trying to think of something else, something that would distract her thoughts from Robert’s body.&nbsp; She’d have to water the plants when she got home. Yeah, that was good, think of plants. The yucca could do with some repotting. Soil... Plants... <br><br>Danielle bit her lip and shifted her weight, pressing her thighs firmly together and squeezing the fingers in between. It wasn’t working…&nbsp; “Mmmhmm.” She mumbled in response. Dark and dangerous, that summed it up nicely. Anxiously, she peered out of the window, her face illuminated by the passing traffic. Damn, there were too many to just pull over and…. Well, no. They deserved better than a quickie in the backseat but why was that drive taking so damn long!<br><br>Jolting upright when he spoke again and Daniell sharply turned her head towards Robert. A shiver coursed through her and her moan drowned in the roar of the engine. Her throat felt dry and she had to swallow several times before her lips and tongue could form the words. A glance at the dashboard told her Robert’s house was still ten minutes away. <br><br>Danielle wasn’t sure she’d last ten minutes. Not when he started talking about his cock in her … Plants… Soil… She groaned and slid her ankle over her calves, her knee catching the light as it rose. <br><br>“Yeah, that’d…uh…be possible.” She couldn’t remember why she’d bothered. Wishful thinking, probably, hoping for that spark, meeting someone and a wild night after. Goodbye in the morning. It never happened, here had not been a single flirtation she had liked enough to take home. She just wasn’t that kind of girl. But she had kept her dreams and stayed on the pill. <br><br>“It’s been awhile for me.” She confessed. “But I’m protected and well, you know… healthy.” The thought made her dizzy. <br><br>Him. Bare. Inside. Her. <br><br>The city lights blurred in a haze of orange and yellow. Small thrusts rocked her hips. <br><br>Five more minutes, the traffic slowed as the exit to the city came into view. <br>
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