Red silk and his calm voice

I met him on bdsmclub.com. One look at his description and I knew: this wasn't going to be an or-dinary conversation. I wasn't looking for someone “to play with.” I was looking for someone who understood. Someone who knew that D/s isn't just about scenes and roles—it's about subtle guidance. Mindfulness. Safety. I needed someone I could give myself to—with my soul, not just my body.

Blake wrote differently from the start. No pushiness. No cheap words. His messages had rhythm. Calm. He was mature. Confident. And very patient. Before any proposals were made, we knew each other's limits, the language of consent, and the stop sign.

The first meeting was supposed to be calm—dinner, conversation, a joint decision.

But when I showed up at his apartment in a red silk dress, his gaze said it all.

The door closed behind me with a soft click.

- Good morning, Ava. - he said.

That voice. Low, calm. As he spoke, I felt my body slow down. How I open up, how all the stress melts away.

- You look beautiful. - he added, standing in front of me. He didn't touch me. He just looked. As if he were undressing me with his eyes.

- Do you agree? - he asked, and I nodded.

- Say the word, Ava. Say it.

- Yes. I agree.

I stepped closer. His hands lifted my hair, exposing my neck. I felt his fingers explore every inch of my skin with an attentiveness I had never known. Then he took out a thin red silk scarf and wrapped it around my eyes.

The world went dark. All that remained was his touch. His scent. And his voice—calm, clear, gui-ding.

- You stand beautifully. - he whispered. - You are ready to feel.

He slid the straps of my dress down and let it fall to the floor. I stood naked, wearing only delicate panties. My body trembled—but not with fear. With tension. With trust. With hunger.

Blake touched me with his arm, brushing my skin. Then he kissed me. Slowly, patiently. His lips moved down my collarbone, down to my breasts. His tongue was warm, caressing. He played with me. He teased me. And I... I breathed only to his rhythm.

- Are you okay, Ava?

- Very...

He took my hands and lifted them above my head, gently entwining them with silk. I felt suspen-ded—light, out of control, but completely safe. Blake knew my limits and didn't cross them. He didn't have to. His voice led me deeper than any thrust could.

When he knelt in front of me and I felt his tongue on me, I sighed loudly. He was attentive. Sensual. Unhurried. He knew my body better than anyone before him. He didn't ask, “Is this okay?” He just knew because he listened. To my breath. To the sound. To the slight tremors of my thighs.

When his fingers slipped inside, my whole body melted with warmth. And then... it exploded. Wi-thout screaming. Without coercion. Just me and him. And the silence between the moans, which was like a prayer.

I lay there with my head on his chest, still blindfolded, breathing calmly.

- You're safe. - he said.

And that's how I felt. Tied up. Undressed. But free.

With red silk over my eyes. And his calm voice in my head.