1. Safe


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space. Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about tonight many times and I knew how he craved to watch me at the mercy of others, just as I knew how he longed for me to return to him afterwards. Anticipation mixed with a hint of fear lingered within as my mind began to play games but assured in his hold, his knowing nod was enough for me. Gingerly I began to descend. Each step a step towards a darker world of pleasure and debauchery. Before him a world that I could have barely imagined, my innocence a thing that I knew he found so intriguing. Yet he had opened my eyes to so much. He was the devil that took pleasure in wickedly corrupting. Delicately he had removed the shackles of my innocence and had led me to a world fuelled by craving needs and wanton lust. The dungeon was dark with low vaulted ceilings. Dark ruby red candles dripped wax; their position around the outside of the room exposed the rustic brickwork beneath and brought a dancing flame of candlelight to the confined space. And beyond, hidden corners and enclaves lurked where the candlelight dared not venture. Red satin drapes and a scattering of ruby cushions, big enough for two or three, lay upon the floor, positioned around the room's centre piece. My eyes ...
    fell upon the swing suspended from the ceiling by a heavy metal chain, the leather straps and restraints hanging loosely beneath. It was just as he had described, but at that moment I couldn't help but feel my heart beat that bit faster. Once more he came to my rescue. I felt his hands fall upon the dip of my waist and felt the warmth of his body press up against me. I could hear his breath above that of my own and my racing heart. The smell of his aftershave and his presence behind me once more provided the reassurance I desperately sought. Unaware of his hand dipping into his suit pocket, the first I saw of the silk shroud was as he brought the dark material over my head. I gasped. I had never asked, never assumed that I would be deprived of more than my footing and hold. I could feel the rush of fear circling. I felt his mouth drop alongside my ear as he gravelly whispered, "trust me.” Two simple words that resonated through me to once more cast doubt back into the shadows, at least for that moment. As he guided the blindfold upon me, I closed my eyes and focused upon those two whispered words. Only when I felt my head arc back as he tightly tied the silk did I open my eyes to the dark world I had now ventured. The delicate silk shrouded me in a gloomy darkness, the flickering candlelight just visible enough through the sensual material. With each passing moment I fought the surge of vulnerability that yearned to course through me. With my senses deprived, a heady mix of ...
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