Patience (Audio Script)

Stories

I don’t really know what made me message you that first night.

Dating apps are just not really my thing.

I know I’d probably have more success if I didn’t download them for a night, strike up a few conversations, and then promptly delete the app for another six months, but whatever.

I think I’d already had a few glasses of wine when I messaged you.

Plus, I had Natalia and Leah egging me on.

You lived close by, you were handsome and well-dressed, and you were looking for something casual, like me.

You had a few of the typical ‘hot guy’ pictures, you rock-climbing, you and a super-cute dog, you at a soccer game, et cetera, et cetera.

But the thing that intrigued me most about you was the chain emoji at the start of your ‘about me’ text.

I’ve always been curious.

No, definitely more than curious.

I’ve always fantasized about ropes, submission, power play.

All of it.

But I’ve never brought it up to any of my partners.

I know there’s no reason to be ashamed of it, but… I don’t know.

Asking for that kind of pleasure has just always felt… overwhelming.

Might be why some of those relationships ended.

Fast forward to now and… here you are… in my bedroom.

It’s our third date and there’s a pair of leather cuffs, a padded blindfold, and a leather riding crop laid out on the foot of my bed.

It’s all beginner stuff, which you insisted on for my first time trying something like this.

And as far as things between us go… it’s pretty much entirely been sexual in nature.

There’s definitely attraction, but I made it clear early on that I’m looking for sexual gratification more than romance.

And you, being the resident kink expert, were more than happy with that arrangement.

“Alright.

So I think I’m ready to get started.

Are you?”

“Mhm.

Very, very ready.”

“Eager, huh?

Good.

That’s how I like you.”

My body is buzzing as I climb up onto my bed and sit on my knees.

I wasn’t really sure what to wear for this, so I just went with something simple.

Black bra.

Black underwear.

I can barely contain how badly I’ve been wanting this.

For so many years, it’s all just been fantasies in my head.

Scenarios acted out in my mind.

“Put your hands behind your back. I’m going to put the cuffs on now.

You know the safe word, in case you want to stop or slow down.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a lot to put your body… your mind… in the hands of someone else.

To… give yourself over.

It’s hot, how comfortable you are with me doing this.”

“Well… I trust you.”

“Good.

But I’m going to ask you to give me more than just your trust tonight.

You’re going to give me all of you.”

“I’m going to put the blindfold on you now…”

It’s a simple thing, being blindfolded.

But the details are important to me.

Like this one that you’re using.

It’s one I picked out for the thickness of the padding and the soft leather strap that doesn’t pull my hair.

I love the way it completely encases me in darkness.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels… good.

Like I’m not in control.

Like… I don’t know what I’m going to feel next…”

“Is it a good feeling?”

“Yeah…”

“You look incredible right now.

You’re trembling a little.”

“I’m excited.

There’s a lot of… anticipation.”

“Good.

I want you to tell me about everything you’re feeling.

Describe it… in detail.”

Your fingers, two of them, I think, caress my neck… sliding slowly down my chest.

You skate past my breasts and your fingers dance over my shoulder… down along my spine.

Your fingers are cold.

My heartbeat speeds up.

“Everything’s… amplified.

Like… my body is extra-sensitive.”

“Mmhm.

Do you feel helpless to me?

Like you’re surrendering yourself?”

“A little.

But… I want to feel more.”

Your hands wrap around my wrists and you gently pull off each cuff.

Without letting me go, you guide me down onto my back and pull my hands above my head.

I feel the cuffs go back on each wrist, though this time they’re connected through one of the bars of the headboard.

“How about now?”

“Better.”

“God, you look…

I can’t stand how hot you are right now.

Spread out on your bed…

and I can do whatever I want with you…”

I feel your weight settle on the side of the bed, right beside me.

It feels a little strange… only receiving.

Forced to lie here and take whatever you want to give me.

But even with how dialed up my nerves are, I feel… at ease.

Like I have no decisions to make.

Nothing to do but feel.

“I’m having a hard time controlling myself right now.

I know that I can fuck you whenever I want… but I want to make you ache for it.”

Your hand slips between my thighs and pushes my legs apart.

It’s like I’m aware of each of your individual fingers as they drift along my inner thighs and play at my entrance.

Like every touch is setting off a chain reaction, ripples of pleasure going through me.

“You know, not everyone finds it so easy to surrender.

Most people’s natural reaction is to resist.

You’re very good at giving in.”

“Give me your mouth.”

Your fingers are suddenly at my breast.

Squeezing my chest… twisting it around… pulling on it with firm, insistent pressure.

“Look at you.

That’s like torture, isn’t it?

Getting so desperate…

you want more, I can tell.”

“Yeah… yeah, I want more.

H-harder…”

“I’m going to… give you just a little bit.

Just a taste of what you want… what you’re craving.”

You pull your fingers away from my folds and leave me flushed and breathless.

Your teeth bite down against my inner thigh.

Marking me…

I can’t wait to see what those bruises look like in the morning.

“So beautiful.

Right now, your body is mine.

Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Say it.”