The Door was Left Open

It's such a weird feeling going back to the place you grew up. I spent my teenage years on a small island in the Irish Sea called the Isle of Man. It's where I went to secondary school and where I met a couple friends who I'm close to still now.

I hadn't been back since my parents passed away, it had been about 4 years since I was last there. I'd recently come out of a long-term relationship and in my horny moments had been looking through Facebook at the profiles of girls I had had sexual experiences with or nearly had when I was a teenager. I often feel like I've been kind of trapped in that sexual awakening my entire life.

There were still quite a few experiences that came up in my mind when I masturbated - girls that are now women and not women I would usually go for. I'm not really into that make-up, lip filler kind of vibe and a few of these girls that I got with in school had turned into that. Lovely people still just not my kind of relationship vibe.

But I couldn't help but find myself looking at these girls' profiles again and again.

The day of travelling to the island I put an update on Facebook (I don't post there much) saying I'll be over if anyone wants to hang out. Usually me and my ex would be there so we would just stick to my close friends but this time I thought I'd have the time and space to maybe see some older mates I haven't been in touch with.

I got a few comments and made a couple plans. Just before I was going to bed that first night after hanging with my friends where I was staying for the evening I saw a notification pop up on my phone. Just a simple like on my post. Actually, it was a heart. When I clicked on it, it was a girl who had lived on my street and been in the year ahead of me when I was at school.

We were in different social groups and she was a year ahead, so we didn't hang out but knew each other a bit. I was more in the band scene and she was kind of into getting dressed up and going out. She was kind of known to be a bit easy at the time. I don't know if that was true. I never really liked that idea even as a teenager, that boys could sleep around and girls couldn't.

It was strange of her to heart my post. I didn't even realise we were friends on there.

I clicked on her profile and saw that she had got divorced recently. Her recent pictures were selfies in full makeup, kind of sexy pictures. Maybe she was a bit down and needed a boost. I try and not judge too much on that stuff. But, like I said, not someone I had ever really spent time with.

I think I was kind of in that horny state and without even thinking I messaged her on Facebook and said "Hey, Hannah."

I stared at the phone nervously, feeling way hornier than I thought I would suddenly. I didn't know why I was nervous. I'm a confident guy and am good at talking to people and meeting new women. I stared at the phone for a minute seeing if she would reply, then I clicked back on her photos.

She was a tiny bit overweight but in a kind of sexy way, she actually had a really powerful sexual way about her; like she was really confident in her own body. All the pictures were of her friends on nights out but she always really stood out.

As I was looking through her pics I got a sudden message notification, she had replied. "Hey." That was it. This was such an unexpected moment, I weirdly felt vulnerable. I was, of course, horny, so that comes into play, but it felt like more than that. Like she had just said hey and left it there. But it was gone midnight. Did she want to chat now? She could have just left it till tomorrow.

I wrote "How's things?"

She ignored this and said, "I saw your post. You on the island now?"

"Yeah, staying at some friends in Onchan."

Then nothing for a few minutes. I kept wanting to write more but didn't want to give off those slightly desperate vibes.

Then suddenly as I was about to put my phone down one more message popped up.

It was an address. That's all.

15 Hoxon Road, Douglas.

I suddenly felt this weird like nervous anxiety all over my body. Like I hadn't really felt this sort of intense feeling since I was a teenager. I think that it being someone from that time of my life too added to it.

I didn't know if I should write something or not. Like ask her why she posted an address but it seems kind of obvious. Did she want me to go round while I was over? Did she want me to go round now past midnight on a Tuesday? Wtf. After about five minutes of staring and trying to decide what to write I decided I was going to drive round, I'd rented a car and it was only five minutes into the next town. If I got there I could always just drive back. It's weird the things you do when you're horny.

I put on a T-shirt and trousers and drove over. Constantly checking my phone for a message the whole way. She lived in a normal kind of English suburb style new-build house. I pulled up and parked on the other side of the street to her house. I suddenly worried was this like weird, stalker-ish behaviour but then I looked at the messages again and reread and definitely thought no she might want this.

I sat in my car looking out and after a while noticed that the front door was slightly open. The Isle of Man is a safe place, so you don't really need to lock your doors but leaving it open isn't a normal thing. Had she done that for me? When had she done it? Since I was here or before I'd set off? I could have missed it open when looking down at my phone.

I was nearly shaking By this point, nervous, crazy levels of feelings going through me. Intense sexual urges mixed with fear and anxiety. I took a couple breaths and thought I'm going to go knock on the door. I got out of my car and quietly closed the door and walked across the street. I did a kind of quiet knock and opened the door and looked in.

The house was dark but I could see a slight light from somewhere in the room to my left. I saw a picture of Hannah and her friends on the mantel next to the door which gave me a bit more confidence in stepping inside.

I walked in and saw that there was another door at the end of the living room and there was some sort of light coming through it round the sides. I said hello and got no answer. I walked towards the door with the light and knocked on it and said hello again. Nothing.

I opened the door slowly and looked inside. There were candles lighting the room. Inside was a hard wooden chair in the middle, a massage table on the side, a cupboard that was closed that looked custom made, it was huge. As I stood inside, I got a message on my phone:

"Sit down in the chair and close your eyes."

This was the last thing I expected to happen. I'd never done anything like this with my ex-partners. We experimented sexually a bit but nothing like this. I didn't even know what this was. And this was with someone I didn't even know.

There is a state I got in that I hadn't really experienced before. This kind of sexual anxiety and power had put me in quite a weakened state mentally. Since then I've learned there is a word for this space. At the time I felt like I would do anything in that moment. I sat down and closed my eyes.

After a couple of minutes I heard footsteps from the lounge I had just walked through, then I heard the door open. I was about to open my eyes and she seemed to know this and said, "Keep them closed," as she walked through in a stern, teacher like voice. It had playfulness to it but also there was a feel that I had to do what she said - a seriousness.

I heard her walk across the room in front of me towards where the cupboard is. She was wearing some sort of heels from the sound of it. My mind started flashing through the photos from her Facebook and my imagination was putting that person on the sound in front of me, creating an image of what she looked like wearing heels. I heard her open the large cupboard doors, no squeaking, smooth, looked after.

I could hear her grabbing something but it was soft. The door closed and she started to walk towards me in the room. She stopped right in front of me. I didn't know how to hold my head. It seemed like she was looking down at me. I felt like she was looking me over though it could have been in my head.

She slowly walked round the back of the chair behind me. I had my hands on my knees. I heard her bend down slightly and gently grab my wrists. I tensed up and she whispered close to my ear, "Relax."

I relaxed my arms and she moved them behind me and behind the chair and crossed them together. She pressed with one hand against my wrist that pinned both to the chair. The other hand started to put some sort of material around them and started to tighten it more and more. At first I thought I could easily pull my way out of this, but as it wrapped round again and again there came a moment when I just knew I couldn't - however much I wanted to. I think she could tell I was starting to worry. Why was I letting this happen? What was going on? She quickly, like it was well practised, tied the material and bent down and once again whispered, "Relax," in my ear.

It was harder this time but the sound of her voice had something trustworthy in it. But my mind was going into crazy places like I didn't even tell anyone I was going. What if I'm not there in the morning at my friend's place, what if this is something I don't like.

She put her hands on the side of my temples and pressed her fingers into what seemed like a pressure point and slowly moved in circles. It felt caring and gentle and I relaxed a bit more. My mind calmed down. Her hand moved off then I felt a soft material against my eyes and a pressure as it was pulled around the back of my head. I think she was putting on a blindfold. She whispered as she was doing it, "I don't want you looking by accident."

She walked round the front of me, I could hear her heels. She put both hands on my thighs near my knees. Instantly I felt the blood rush into my dick and harden. I haven't got a big dick but the way my pants were on the chair I'm sure there would be some sort of bulge there. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I was this hard.

She did a little giggle and said "Tilt your head back and open your mouth wide."

I did as she asked.

"Don't swallow this, keep your head tilted back, I want you to feel it drip down your throat."

I heard the sound of her lips above me. The sound of saliva being formed. Not in a gross way in more of a wet way. Suddenly I felt a wetness fall deep into my throat behind my tongue. It started to move slowly down my throat. It was hard not to swallow. She said again, "Don't swallow," firmly.

As this was happening I felt a sensation around my right leg. Suddenly it tightened and I kind of noticed that I couldn't move my leg, it was tied to the chair. The sensation of her spit running down my throat made this more of something on the outside of my sensation. The same thing happened to my left leg and I realised I couldn't move my arms or legs.

Still the spit moved down my throat and into my neck.

"Swallow."

I swallowed the spit and instantly felt regret. I wanted it there, that feeling of her moving down my throat inside me -- I felt like when swallowing it I had rushed it and missed out on something.

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Don't talk. Nod."

I nodded.

I heard her walk away to the other side of the room and pick up something. Then she put down what sounded like a chair in front of me. I could hear her sit on it.

It was quiet for a while before I noticed the sound of what seemed like her rubbing herself. It was that slightly wet friction sound of fingers rubbing against moist skin.

I realised she was playing with herself, there were no sounds out of her mouth though, I couldn't tell if it was pleasurable for her. The sounds suddenly changed so I could tell she had put her fingers inside herself, slowly in and out; I could hear that familiar sound.

By this point my dick was aching, my mind was racing with sexual thoughts. I even started to push against my bounds but I could barely move at all. She seemed to know what she was doing when tying someone up.

"My ex likes to tell everyone it was his idea to get a divorce," she said suddenly, all the while, the sound of her slowly fingering herself.

"I let him say that if that's what he needs. Do you want to know the real reason?"

I realise after a while she is waiting for me to nod. I nod.

"All I wanted of him was to submit to me for two hours, twice a week. We tried it for a short while, but he was such a shallow man, scared really of any depth in life. He would make jokes throughout to lighten the mood. This pissed me off. Why can't he take things seriously?"

I heard her fingers move out from her pussy, and she bent forward towards me.

Her finger pressed against my lips and forced her way into my mouth. They were wet with her juices. I could taste the depth of her pussy. She slowly moved her fingers in and out. Around my whole mouth.

As I went to lick, she said, "Don't move your tongue." She moved her fingers slowly towards my throat. I felt like I might gag and she pulled away and said, "Relax." I took a deep breath. She pushed them towards my throat again and this time she got further before I started to gag. She pulled them out of my mouth and said "Good boy."

"Do you like how I taste?"

I nodded.

"Would you like to taste more?"

I nodded again

"Okay."

I heard her moving about, I couldn't quite tell what she was doing. Her feet left the floor and landed back on it with the sound of the heels. Then she stood up.

"Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth and she stuffed some sort of material in which I soon realised were her panties. They tasted like her fingers had. They were quite wet.

"I've been wearing these all day. You're lucky I don't always masturbate twice a day, but I had today."

"Don't suck on them; let the taste of it settle on your tongue," she said as she walked towards the cupboard.

Once again, I could hear her grabbing something from a shelf. It sounded harder this time.

She closed the cupboard and walked back towards me slowly. I could feel her eyes on me somehow.

"It was a test, you know, to see if you would walk in. I wanted to know what type of man you are."

She stepped closer and put her hands in my mouth and took her pants out, she squeezed the sides of my mouth so it opened and spat inside my mouth, she put the pants back in and closed my mouth.

I could feel her spit in the back of my mouth again and the taste of her pussy juices on my tongue. My body wanted to swallow but I didn't want to; I wanted to feel her spit for as long as I could. It was hard to suppress my swallow and let it slowly slide down into my throat.

"You understand that this room here is my world?"

I realise she wants me to nod again and I nod.

"At any point you can say stop, but once that is said, you leave and never come back. Do you understand?"

I'm nervous. I feel safe with what she has said. But I also have this feeling like I don't want to ever say stop, whatever happens and that scares me a bit. Like I can't trust myself and I don't know who she is and what she wants from this.

"I find pleasure in lots of things. I like control, I like obedience. I also like to see someone in pleasure and to push them into spaces they have never entered before. I often think I'm still just working through my teenage sexual explorations and the way that effected me then."

I hear her bend down and put her hands underneath the bottom of the chair and somehow she kind of undoes a part of the bottom of the chair just underneath my anus.

"I like to explore vulnerability. I knew that feeling well when I was younger."

I feel my buttocks tense.

"Whenever I say relax, you relax. You understand?"

I nod.

"I'm going to pull down your trousers and underpants a bit, okay?"

I nod.

She stands in front of me and starts to undo my trousers. Slowly but efficiently, she pulls them down to my ankles. My hard cock is pushing against my boxer shorts. She grabs the sides of my boxers and pulls them down so my bum can feel the air underneath it but my dick is still covered. Hard and pressing against the material.

"Wiggle a bit and spread your cheeks."

I do this and feel air against my anus this time.

I've never actually had a girl touch me there. It's not something I've really even thought about though I've read of it is an erogenous zone.

She puts one finger on the indent between my helmet and shaft and pushes gently. My dick somehow gets harder and seems to push against her finger. I moan a little bit.

That little giggle comes out of her again.

"I'm going to put something inside you now, and I want to see what it does to you. You're quite hard right now, aren't you?" she says as she puts her hand round my shaft and squeezes.

I honestly think it's the hardest my dick has ever been.

"It's not a big cock, but I like how hard it is."

She lets go and I hear her pick something up from the ground and then a squeezing sound and liquid come out.

I feel like asking her what she is doing but it's hard to speak with the pants in my mouth. By this point her saliva has kind of gone into my own but I can still taste her juices on her pants. My awareness shifts between the taste in my mouth and what she is doing and saying. Each time I come back to the taste it's like I'm experiencing it again. I've never felt my mind so still and present. Even working out or playing sports or surfing I don't think I've felt so focused.

I suddenly feel the tip of her finger press against my asshole. It's a really light pressure and her finger is covered with some sort of lubrication. She slightly moves it around. I can't believe I've never done this before the feeling is so intense and erotic. Like a whole new sensation of touch I've never had. She then puts her finger tip onto my hole and starts to put pressure on it. I clench slightly and she says "Relax." I take a breath and relax and just as I do I feel her finger slip inside my asshole.

My dick is already stood up I didn't think it could press up anymore than it is but it pushes so hard against my boxers, I feel like it's never felt this thick. I can actually feel the pre cum leaving my dick and I'm worried for a second I've come.

She giggles.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asks.

I shake my head side to side.

"That's exciting," she says as she pushes her finger deep into my hole. As deep as her finger will go. I lose my breath and a moan like no sound I have made comes out of me. I'm surprised by the sound and she giggles again and slowly starts to slide her finger out.

All I want is for her to put her finger back inside in that moment. I can't believe how good it feels. I honestly feel like I could cum.

She puts her hand round my shaft again and squeezes. It's like she is trying to gauge the hardness of my cock, learning how hard it can get.

I moan again as she squeezes and as soon as I moan she lets go quickly.

"It's been nice getting to know you again," she says.

And then she pulls up my boxers and trousers.

I am so lost in the sensations and feelings of what's happening that I don't quite register for a second what she has said.

I realise she is stopping. I want to say "this isn't fair. Please don't stop." but I hold it back.

"Open your mouth."

She takes the pants out of my mouth.

"That was fun. I like who you have become. It's nice you seem to take care of yourself too."

I am not buff, but I play sports and keep in shape. I felt this weird massive pride from her saying that. Like I really needed it.

"I'm going to take off your bindings now."

She takes them off

"Head back and open your mouth."

I feel her hot breath on my face and she hovers above. I can hear the sound of the spit forming. Then it's quieter for a moment before I feel it drop deep into my mouth.

"Bend forward onto all fours."

I do as she says.

"Keep the blindfold on, crawl over to the door, through the lounge and through to the hallway. Then take off the blindfold and put it on the side and leave. Don't say anything."

I heard her walk away and through a door.

I felt slightly shocked, so unbelievably horny like nothing I'd experienced. I couldn't quite believe what had happened and that it was finishing. I wanted to ask her questions, to beg her that I could stay but I was scared if I talked and went against her wishes she wouldn't be happy with me. So I slowly crawled out, putting my hand out in front of me to find the door.

The floor hurt my knees. Through the lounge I felt the softness of carpet and as I moved I heard the door close behind me.

Once I was at the hallway I took off the blindfold. I wanted so much to turn around and look into the house as my eyes were used to the darkness. But I felt like I shouldn't. Like she wouldn't like that even though she hadn't told me not to. I put the blindfold on the side; it looked handmade, with care.

I stepped out into the fresh cold night air. My dick still hard against my trousers, I could feel how wet my boxers were now with pre cum. I slightly could feel like something had been inside my asshole. I walked over to the car and looked at her house. No lights were on in any windows. I looked down at the time. It was 2am. Nearly two hours I had been there. I considered masturbating then and there to relive that intense horniness. My sense of public decency stopped me.

I just have to wait five minutes till I'm back.

On the drive back a message popped up from Hannah.

"Do not touch yourself. Same time tomorrow."

I lay in bed and have no idea how I had the willpower to not masturbate. I finally fell asleep.