I pushed her back and commanded her to stop and stand up. My cock almost a made a popping sound as her mouth unclamped from around the base and she stood without pause. I brought her hands up and placed them behind her head, I told her to spread her legs, to prepare herself for inspection. She was so adorable with the quizzical look in her eyes, but she followed each instruction so beautifully. I walked around her, touching, tweaking, trying to create that mixture of a little pain mixed with pleasure. I didn't want to cause much pain because I knew she wasn't used to it yet, so I concentrated more on forced pleasure, taking the control from her and allowing her to experience sheer intense pleasure while unable to prevent it when it felt intense, intense enough that during normal encounters she would call a halt to everything.

Finally I stood in front of her, I looked into her eyes and a thought occurred to me, "Love, in the last three days, since I brought up my question, what have you done to learn about anything about this?"

She lowered her eyes and sighed, I had to smile, I knew her all too well, l knew that being intrigued about something she would have looked up information to help her understand.

"Love, when we were in the other room, I told you to look at me when I talk to you, now if you don't want punishment to be a part of this first experience then I suggest you bring those eyes up and look directly at me and answer my question."

She brought her eyes back up to meet mine and she took a deep breath and answered in a hushed whisper, "I looked up a few things on the net."

I smiled and asked her what she read or saw, and after a few minutes I had learned that she had taken a few looks at a few websites that I would both have recommended and warned her against. I also learned that she took a look at a few pictures from a nice bondage site that shows some really erotic and intricate rope work. I was impressed with all she had learned, but for the purpose of introducing a little humiliation for the night I was going to have her describe what she saw, what she liked in the pictures while standing with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her head.

"Okay, for this part, Love, I do want you to close your eyes and keep them closed, I want you to stand like you are and describe in detail what you saw that you liked in the pictures. If you should try to open your eyes, I will blindfold you, so make sure you keep them shut."

I listened as she stumbled shyly at first, trying to describe some of the details, her cheeks glowed with a pink blush of her slight embarrassment. I asked her pointed questions that led her to remember the things she had found intriguing. I walked around her, brushing close to her now and then; so that my presence would be known, but keeping her unsure of what it was I would do. Finally I stood still and just watched her face as she spoke, I noticed her breathing had changed, it had grown deeper as the words spilled forth and her arousal led the way to her imagination.

I knelt down in front of her as she continued to describe the breast bondage she had looked at, how the nipples were so hard on the girl. How she wondered what it would be like to have someone tease her own nipples if her own breasts were tied the same way. But the enthusiasm in which she spoke with just wasn't there over the breast bondage as it was when she began to describe a crotch rope and having her hands tied, to be totally tied to where she couldn't move. My fingers played lightly up and down the inside of her leg as she talked. I very quietly asked her to tell me more about the crotch rope. I wasn't even sure anymore if she was even aware of my fingers tickling her thighs. Her scent was growing stronger, but it was that sweet moan she exhaled with as my fingers brushed against her moist lips that told me the pictures and all of what she had read and seen had had a profound affect on her.

Her legs trembled just slightly as I moved my fingers back and forth through the folds of her warm moist pussy, she said something about looking at the pictures shown in segments and how when the crotch rope was pulled tight that she couldn't get it out of her head. I slid a finger very easily inside of her as she gasped and the walls of her pussy squeezed around me. Her breathing quickened, her knees nearly buckled and gave out as she stood wrapped around my one finger and cumming hard enough that I knew I would soon have to steady her.

I removed my finger and stood up; I held onto her as she opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes so filled with questions but she had no words to express what she was feeling. I moved her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. I held her close until she could find her voice. What had just taken place was more innocent in the grand scheme of where I could have taken things, but I knew I didn't have to just yet. We had all night to continue to explore other things, but for now even this small almost innocent act had already seen a great impact on her. So for now she needed to be held so she could have a little time to understand what giving herself to someone to control really meant for her.

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