I'd like to take a bit of time here to tell you about the relationship Kelsa and I have. Mostly the sex stuff. I've delurked once or twice before :) but I want to open up a little more. And for those of you who normally skip delurks, I'll write things as erotic fiction. No one should complain now, right? :)

I suppose I have to print this out and share it with Kelsa. She made it pretty clear that she'd have my balls in a vice if I didn't. And she's the sub! :) Jeez.

We started playing about a year ago. A year and a week, actually. Both of us were really vanilla. Both of us fantasized a *lot* about BDSM, though we never admitted it to each other. Kelsa had been my first sex partner, but we'd been dating for a long time.

One day we ended up talking about bondage. Simple stuff. We tied each other up and used each other's bodies for sex, shamelessly. We talked about and did things that were plausibly deniable. Innocent things.

All the while, both of us were desperately looking for a cue that the other wanted more. In retrospect, it's funny.

I don't know when it happened or how, but everything kind of came out all at once. Truth sorta gushed one day. I'd been talking about something "amusing" that I read on some newsgroup called "alt.sex.bondage" (maybe you've heard of it?) and things just cascaded like Kibo gone mad.

The next thing knew, I was making preparations to indoctrinate Kelsa as a sex slave.

There were no negotiations, no safewords, nothin'. We were really new to this. To this day, I'm not sure what Kelsa agreed to when she said she'd be my "sex slave." For all I know, I could have out a riding crop and waved it at her in-betweens.

I didn't, of course. To me, "sex slave" meant I got to give her orders, and she had to follow them, but I'd never deign to *hit* her. Sure, the thought gave me much sweet discomfort when I wore tight jeans, but I was afraid that Kelsa would think I was strange.

When she got home from school at noon that day and read the orders that I'd left in her living room, the state of things between her and me were still uncertain, and definitely plausibly deniable.

"Take off all your clothes and stack them neatly-folded on the couch. Dress yourself in the clothes I've set out, then stand in the threshhold between the living room and your bedroom, facing away from the bathroom, with your eyes forward, your legs a foot apart, and your hands clasped behind your neck. I expect you to be ready when I come out of the shower."

The orders were simple enough. I'd laid out for her the skimpiest lace panties and bra I could dig out of her closet, a billowy blue skirt, and a thin white, button-down blouse, as well as a pair of white thigh-high hose. I left some things on the bed to entice or alarm her -- a number of long scarves for tying, a black wide-tipped marker, and a metal ruler.

Everything was done for dramatic effect. I didn't get into the shower until I heard Kelsa's keys in the door. I wanted her to hurry to get ready, then stand for a long time in anticipation. Hurry up and wait, so to speak. And I had absolutely no intention of using the ruler on her. I'd put it out as an afterthought.

I took my time in the shower, then finally emerged in a comfortable robe. Kelsa was standing there in the doorway, facing away from me. As I walked up to her, she swallowed nervously. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her neck. She shivered. Her fingers were trembling.

The moment was powerful, and I stopped to drink it in. I ran my hands over Kelsa's shoulders, down over her plump breasts. Light touches, teasingly. Slowly my hands wandered downward, over her hips, down the sides of her legs, until I reached the hem of her skirt.

"Bend over," I ordered, and she complied. Kelsa's legs were shaking, and the power turned me on to no end. Starting at her ankle, I ran my palm up the inside of her left leg, over the white hose, all the way up her soft white naked thighs. My hand stopped several inches from the sweet joining, and Kelsa breathed in suddenly.

She dropped her head and looked at me between her legs. Kelsa's face was full-blush, and her mouth hung open in anticipation.

"Look ahead!" I ordered her, and again she complied. It's difficult to describe what you feel when you get your first taste of domination play. It's intense. My mind and body were reeling as I played out the scene that I'd fantasized for a week.

Flipping the skirt up onto Kelsa's back gave me full view of her ass. She's always been self-conscious about her weight, but she looks great. And I've always told her she has a great ass.

Deliberately, I slid her panties down to her ankles, and left them there. Kelsa obediently stayed bent at the waist with her hands on her knees and her eyes forward. I retrieved the marker from the bed behind me.

I would have loved to have been able to hear Kelsa's thoughts at that point. *Oh God, he's getting the ruler.* *Oh God, he's going to spank me.* *Oh God, I +want+ him to spank me.* *Oh God...*

That's what I wanted her to think. It turns out, that's exactly what was going through Kelsa's mind, but we didn't talk about spanking for a whole two weeks...

Anyway, I was kneeling behind Kelsa with a black jumbo marker in my hand. I scrawled in large letters on her round buttocks "David's Sex Slave." [No, my name isn't David, and I didn't really write "David", but I prefer to remain somewhat anonymous.]

"Do you know what I wrote, slave?" "Yes, Master." She had picked up the cue without prompting. Good slave, good slave. "What?" "You wrote 'David's Sex Slave.'" "That's right. That means you will do everything I say, and I don't want any argument, or you'll be punished."

That last line really moved her. Deep down, she *really* wanted to be spanked. I hadn't something else in mind, specifically, making her do household chores that she dreaded. Rather sinister, actually. To this day, it's one of the worst punishments I can give her. :)

I stood her up and blindfolded her using one of the scarves. Grabbing her shoulders, I herded her into the living room, where I'd be able to move around her better. She had to take small steps with her panties down around her ankles. Standing face to face with her, I kissed Kelsa deeply and roughly. A long, long kiss meant to suck her breath away.

It did. I'd known her long enough to know how to turn her on. While I nibbled on her neck and shoulders, I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it almost, but not quite, off her arms. It tangled her wrists and served as makeshift handcuffs.

Next the bra, a lacy front-latch model that was, perhaps, a size too small for her. I'd found it in the bottom of her drawers, so I doubt she wore it often. I fumbled with the hitch (hey, we can't all be perfect) and uncovered her large breasts.

I ran my fingers over the pale flesh, occasionally teasing her nipples. Kelsa was having a hard time standing still. She'd move her head and open her mouth whenever I moved my hands. I picked up the pace, gradually, and worked up to squeezing her tits in my palms, tangling my tongue with hers as I did.

Without notice, I stopped touching her and left the room. I had some things to prepare in the bedroom. Move a chair, find some ties to use as restraints. When everything was ready, I returned to Kelsa and carefully guided her into the bedroom and sat her down on the chair, the hard kind with arms.

As an aside, isn't it wondrous how delicate those moments can be? Those brief minutes when you guide your slave around the room. She can't see because of the blindfold. She can't walk because her underwear still hang around her ankles. She can't keep her balance because her arms are pulled back behind her and held in place by her shirt. Everything is entrusted to you, her master. She has to trust, she has no choice. It's very beautiful.

Kelsa cooperated completely as I tied her arms and legs to the chair. I finally removed her panties. This part of the scene proved my competence, or my lack of, as I realized after the fact that I wanted to remove the rest of her clothes.

I UN-tied Kelsa's left hand, slid the bra strap and shirt sleeve off and retied. Ditto for her right hand. As I removed Kelsa's bra, she broke scene and said "Just tear it." I didn't bother, since I'd already freed her hand. Besides, I didn't like my slave giving orders. :)