So, months went by. He lived in his state, I lived in mine, and we visited each other whenever we can, which came to about once a month. The first night of every visit was always amazing – he would take me home and slowly undress me, and we would do our very best to make up for lost time. Most of the time we were just happy to be able to feel each other’s physical presence, and in too much of a hurry to do much experimenting. Over time, though, we did try a few things. Sometimes we would play a game where he was my teacher and I was visiting after class… which eventually led to my making myself a little schoolgirl outfit as a present to him. Every once in a while he would give me a spanking, which we both greatly enjoyed, but they tended to be few and far between. I’m not sure if he knew how much time I spent thinking about the feeling of his hand coming down hard on my ass, or that the reason I’d been doing so much lower-body work at the gym was because I was hoping he’d want to spank me more. It took a long time to realize that the problem wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, but that he didn’t want to enjoy it.

After knowing each other for about a year, I came to spend Thanksgiving with him. After dinner, we went back to his apartment. He let me undress him, starting with his shoes and moving up to his shirt, but when I took off his silk necktie he stopped me with his hand. “We’ll set this aside for later,” he said, taking the necktie to a corner behind the bed. When I saw him place it on top of a pile of three other ties, my heart surged. I tried my best to concentrate on what was going in, as he unwrapped my black silk blouse and lace-overlay skirt, and took a few picture of me in the black underwear I had on underneath. After what felt like a long time, he guided me onto the bed and gathered the neckties. He has a really nice brass bed with posts, and he worked slowly as he gently tied each of my wrists to the headboard. The silk felt cool against my warm skin, and his touch was light and careful, but for the first time I knew the feeling of being powerless and having to put all my trust in another person. He kissed me and moved to the foot of the bed, where he tied my ankles to the footboard with the remaining ties. He asked me to try to move to make sure I was secure. I wriggled a little and couldn’t move. I felt completely loved and accepted as he kissed me and ran his hands over me, then began to part my thighs…