It Has All Taken a Turn

   It really has. There is this incredible amount of anxiety and nervousness that goes with change. No matter that you like to tell people how versatile you are. You exclaim that you are used to altering yourself, or instability. No matter how liberal, and willing, you are to accept change. It is still different, and with that difference comes an amount of wariness. Discomfort.
   "I don't like this, at all", I stared up at her.
   "Shhhhhhhh. You are mine. Let go. Stop trying to control everything", she vampishly stared into my eyes. Her dark eyeliner highlighting a confident, secure look.
   "Seriously, this really isn't my thing. I've never done this before." Now, I was talking through a nervous half laugh. It didn't accent how absolutely serious I was. I was laying underneath her. She had started to wrap my wrists with my leather Brooks Brothers belt, above my head. The head board and my arms had become one.
    "I.....I....really....can't...", I stammered as she kissed her way down my stomach. Usually, anything soft, caressing that part of my body would cause me to kick and squirm. This was not the case. Looking up at me smiling, she could see me struggle. Testing how well she had tied my hands. It was tied extremely well, and quick. I was impressed. The loss of control. The inability to take my angry urges out on someone else. The small bit of helplessness, with someone you know, wouldn't truly hurt you. This has all the makings of sad, disastrous sex.
   With my eyes, and the feel of her breath moving farther down from my lips, the feeling of something different has set in quickly. I am the one that uses my hands. I use my arms on you. I use my belt on you. I whisper dirty things in your ear. I use my mouth on you, while you are tied helpless. This is not the way, sex with me, is supposed to go. Others have tried this. Why am I letting this go? Without any other classy description, this is where I go soft.
   I can feel her mouth enveloping me. The undesired result, of this loss of appendage use, has shown me the opposite. I can't get enough. I need more. This change has caused something. Something deep in me that I've never witnessed. Something I have struggled with has been broken. I can't stop feeling warm. My breath releases like it hasn't ever released before. She has me. All of me. Deep within her mouth, but for me it's also mental grasp. 
   "This is how this is supposed to feel," my mind says to my cock.
   "Oh yes it is", my cock excitedly says to my mind.
   "Now what do we do?", my mind inquires back to my cock.
   "Looks like you don't really have a say it what happens next", my cock is rarely right.

   This time it hit the nail on the head.