After Work Party Part 2

I let Tyler squirm and moan on the bed with his throbbing cock and tied-up balls while I rooted through my lingerie drawer. I was kicking myself for not getting that full dominatrix outfit I’d found for Halloween before deciding to go as a pixie. In retrospect, the pixie dress was cute, but I could have gotten more mileage out of the leather bustier.

I settled on a cupless brocade corset with stockings that hugged my waist and pushed my tits up. He’d never seen me in before and it looked fairly badass in a cute kind of way. Some black heels and riding crop completed the outfit.

I put it all on the dresser and stood in front of the bed with my legs spread a bit and my hands on my hips. His eyes watched me intently, running up and down my body. I let him watch while I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Just a little strip-tease to let him know what was waiting for him if he was a good boy.

As I stripped, I got more and more into it. I’d put on sexy lingerie that morning; it helped me feel more confident in my presentation and now the lacy stuff was doing double duty keeping my slave boyfriend on edge. It would have been nice to wear stockings, but they’re such a pain in the ass to wear all day.

I made sure to face away from him and bend all the way over as I stripped off my tights and rubbed my breasts after I took off my bra and tossed it on him. When I was just down to my panties, a thought hit me. I tossed him a sly grin as I slid them down over my hips.

He was straining in the straps as I crawled up between his legs. God, that cock looked amazing. It’s amazing what a simple shoelace can do. Each ball was perfectly separated, ready for whatever I wanted to do with it. His perfect cock was engorged, thick and rock hard and waiting for me. I took one ball in my mouth and sucked it gently. He squirmed and struggled, but the straps on our bed held him. What could I say, his balls were so cute all tied up that I couldn’t not suck them.

After listening to him whimper and whine, I licked my way up his shaft, wrapped my lips around the tip and shoved my head all the down until his dick went down my throat. It took practice, usually with a dildo but with the real thing when I could, but I’d gotten my blowjob skills to the point that my gag reflex abated. Not exactly a marketable skill, but at times like this it came in handy.

I sucked hard all the way up, like I was trying to suck the cum straight out of his balls until my lips came free with a little pop. I laid my head between his spread leg, hard cock brushing my cheeks, and looked up at Tyler’s gagged face. He was lost in pleasure, eyes pleading with me to keep going.

To be fair, I would have loved to just jump on him and fuck his brains out, but I had other plans. I wrapped my panties around his shaft and smirked at him.

“Be a good boy or I’ll tell everyone I made you wear my panties,” I said as I got up.

He thrust his hips up and tugged at the straps holding him spread-eagle for my entertainment. Goddess bless, his muscles looked delicious. Those pecs. Those thighs. I needed to tie him up more often. Maybe take some pictures so I’d have something for when he wasn’t around.

Muffled pleas came from his gagged mouth as I sauntered out of the room and shut the door. Let him struggle and squirm and plead. This girl had business to attend to and he needed to learn what he’d gotten himself into.

I sat on the couch and pulled on my stockings. The corset hugged me tightly and gave me awesome cleavage. My pussy wanted me to go back in the room and devour his cock. Before I knew it, my legs were open and I was moaning as my fingers played a joyous song with my clit. A little orgasm, more blowing off steam than anything else and I slipped my feet into my stiletto heels, snatched up my riding crop, and prepared to send my boyfriend to the edge.

My heels clicked on the linoleum tile as I walked down the hall. I loved that sound, that rhythmic clitter-clack of a self-assured woman in expensive shoes. Shoved open the door, stood at the end of the bed, and let him see me slowly slapping the riding crop in my open palm. He was completely helpless and we both knew it. Just like we both knew I was going to take full advantage of it.

“You’re all tied up, so it’s not like I can make you do much of anything, but I still felt like you need a reminder of who’s in charge,” I said as I stroked the inside of his thighs with the leather tip of the crop.

He instinctively tried to close his legs and shy away, but that just wasn’t happening. “You brought this on yourself,” I told him.

A little, light slap on the inside of his thigh made him jump. His panty and lace wrapped cock bounced and twitched. So lovely. I stroked each throbbing ball with the crop and loved watching him tense up, thinking my riding crop was coming for them. I wouldn’t slap his balls with the crop, I wasn’t that much of a bitch. But a little fear never hurt anyone.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked him as I fondled his balls with my crop.

He nodded furiously. Good. I gave him a sharp swat on the thigh, enough to sting a little, but I think it was the noise that made him jump. “I asked you a question.”

It’s possible to talk through a gag. Even a big one won’t silence someone completely. I’ve always looked at gags less as a way of shutting someone up and more as a way of marking territory. Like, this mouth is mine.

Tyler mumbled something indistinct. I swatted the other thigh and let the leather tip stroke his balls. “Answer me.”

“Yeth,” he said desperately.

Good enough. I pushed the tip of the crop between his legs, behind his tied balls and gave him my best bitchy look.

“I e good,” he said through the gag.

“Call me mistress.”

“Mithtress.”

“Tell me you’re my good, obedient slave.”

“I your goo oeien save.”

“And you’ll do anything I ask, right?”

“Yeth.”

“Tell me,” I said. “Say you’ll do anything I ask.”

“I oo anythin oo ass.”

“Remember, you said you’d do anything I asked,” I said. “Anything. Miss Riding Crop is going to stay here with us in case you forget your promise.”

I gave him one last swat on the thigh and set the crop next to him, leather tip pushing up under his balls as a constant reminder. It was heaven. Tightly bound guy squirming, his rock hard cock twitching and begging for attention, eyes pleading with me. Power is a good thing and I had it all at that moment. I gave his cock a quick squeeze and climbed on top him, straddling his chest.

We stared at each other, lost in the moment. In a way, I was just as desperate as he was. My pussy was soaking wet, my clit singing songs of desire. Even just rubbing against his hard chest was pure lust, hot flesh on flesh. The difference was, I could do something about my desire.

I slid my hands over my body, caressing and pinching my nipples until they hardened under my fingertips. He moaned for attention and that just made me hotter. My hips worked on their own, legs spread wide, grinding my hungry pussy against him. I kept my eyes locked on his as my hands worked lower. Was it masturbation, fingering myself as I straddled my locked up boyfriend? Or was it a kind of mutual sex where I was doing most of the work but we were both moaning in ecstasy?

I fingered myself slowly, relishing the desperate look in his eyes as I worked my way slowly to orgasm. It was going to be a good one, maybe not a toe-curler, but better than a quickie in the bathtub before bed. The pot slowly boiled, building up until my world was his pleading eyes, the pulse of blood in my head, and the gentle throb of my pussy.

It washed over me like a warm wave, lifting me up and floating me on a wave of pleasure. Power, control. Those were the ultimate aphrodisiacs and the muffled pleas for release, the throbbing erection behind me that so desperately wanted my tender ministrations, and the warm, hard chest between my thighs took fingering myself to a whole new dimension. It was masturbation that required another person, a kind of sex without sex with a mostly silent partner.

I collapsed on top of him and buried my face in the crook of his neck as my pussy wound down. Tyler was still there, I knew that distantly, but he was my toy. Like a big, boyfriend pillow with a hard cock that I could use all night long if I wanted to. I planted little kisses on his neck, nibbled on his earlobes, whispered sweet nothings about keeping him locked up forever so I could have him whenever I wanted.

He moaned. Long and guttural, sounding like a trapped animal. I slid off him and snuggled up, pressing close to his hot, naked body. The sound he made when I grabbed his rock hard cock and slowly stroked it was heaven.

“Did you like watching me finger myself?” I whispered to him.

He nodded, but I could tell his mind was stuck on his raging hard on and my stroking. “Your mistress asked you a question,” I said.

Tyler looked straight in my eyes. “Yeth,” he said. Such a cute face when he was gagged. Those full lips working away at the ball in his mouth, hair tousled, eyes pleading.

“You’re so cute when you’re horny and desperate,” I said, stroking my finger along his lip. “I’ll bet you’d do anything to cum right now, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded. I could feel his hips thrusting up, reminding me of his hard cock. Like I could forget it was there, still all tightly tied up, throbbing and waiting for me like the best present in the world.

I slid my head down until my lips barely brushed the tip of his dick. A little precum globule dotted his swollen head. Goddess, he was huge. I’d have to remember to tie his cock up more often. I flicked my tongue out, lapping up the clear drop. Lips caressed him softly. I toyed with him, relishing the control. Slowly, I slid my mouth down over him, sucking and licking as I went until his cock filled my mouth. Maybe it was just horniness, maybe it was just my latent oral fixation, maybe it was just knowing I could do anything I wanted to him, but the feel of that huge member in my mouth got my pussy going again.

I didn’t give into temptation, though. I kept my mouth wrapped around him and enjoyed the power, knowing full well he wanted me to bob my head, blowing and sucking until he blew his wad down my throat. Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled my mouth free and groped around by the bed until I found my best friend.

The pink vibrator with the big, white ball at the end hummed gently. I sprawled out, snuggling my head into the crook of Tyler’s arm as I spread my legs wide and pushed the pulsing tip between my thighs. As the vibrations took me away, an idea hit me. A wonderful, terrible idea.

I crawled around until I was kneeling between Tyler’s spread legs, looking up at the gorgeous body that was all mine for the taking and slowly ran the tip of my vibrator up the shaft of his pulsing cock.

He went wild. I grinned and licked my lips. Here was a new toy for mistress to enjoy.

After Work Party Part 1

I was deep in preparation for a presentation when his text shook me out of deep thought. I cursed under my breath and glanced at my phone.
“What do you want to do tonight?”

Fuck. He knew I was busy today and was this a conversation we needed to have right now? Why not wait until I got home? I snatched up my phone and started to type a missive about leaving me alone at work when a better idea popped into my head. If he wanted to know what I wanted to do, he was going to find out. Either he’d get the message and leave me alone for a while, or he’d get the message and I’d have a treat waiting when I got home.
“Strip naked. Cuff yourself to the bed. I’ll deal with you when I get home.”

I hit send, tossed my phone back in my purse and went back to teasing an answer out of the jumble of diagrams in front of me. It was bad enough that I had to give a speech to the board, but I had to do it in a way where the stuffed suits would understand the arcane aspects of my work.

I pushed the annoyance out of my mind and went back to figuring out how to explain quantum uncertainty to a bunch of guys who’d spent their college careers learning simple math and keg stands.

The presentation came and went. While I doubt any of them understood the nuances, they got enough of the gist to understand that there was money to be made. That alone was worth watching a bunch of bros stare at my tits for half an hour, so it went down as a win in my book. When the head of the board told me there was more money in the budget than I’d anticipated, I was ecstatic. I practically skipped home.

All the way home, I was in a good mood. I tried calling Tyler, but he didn’t respond. I hoped he wasn’t going to be all pissy because I blew off his text. If he was, oh well. I could blow him or something and he’d be fine.

I walked in the door, set my bags down, kicked off my heels, and called out, “Honey, I’m home!”

“In here,” came his voice.

Our little bungalow wasn’t big, one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a good-sized living room. It was remarkably clean, though. I looked around and found dishes done, counters cleaned, and everything put away. A far cry from the wreck it was this morning when we were both hustling to get out the door and there were dishes in the sink and crumbs on the counters.

He’d cleaned! It wasn’t a rare event – common, actually – but it was always nice to come home to a sparkling kitchen. I was definitely in a good mood now.

I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and padded back to our bedroom. Tonight was going to be a great night for sweats, a T-shirt, no fucking bra, and takeout Chinese on the couch while we watched movies. It was Friday! The week ended on a high note and I could sleep in tomorrow. Maybe I’d make him French toast for breakfast and we could spend the day relaxing.

I came around the corner to our bedroom, pushed the door open, and stopped dead in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat, then restarted faster than before. I’d largely forgotten what I texted him, but Tyler had taken it to heart.

We liked to play. There’s no other way to put it. At some point in the past, we’d figured out a way to put locking cuffs and straps on the bed. Most of the time, we kept them tucked under the mattress in case someone dropped by. That way we didn’t have to explain the lovenaseum to friends or coworkers. “Why do you have adjustable cuffs and straps on your bed?” “Well, it’s like this…”

Friends and coworkers might not get it, but at that exact moment, I was thanking God that my bed not only had adjustable straps connected to locking cuffs, but that it had my boyfriend’s naked body locked into them.

The straps were loose, probably so he could click the little padlocks into place, but they were still locked and he was still stuck. I felt a smile form on my lips and that old, familiar longing rumble through my pussy. I was tired, but no girl’s ever too tired to play with her man when he took the time to lock himself up.

He saw me leering at him, drinking him in from head to toe, licking my lips as my eyes rolled down his hard body. Broad shoulders, tight pecs, flat stomach, following the happy trail to his semi-erect cock that lolled between his legs.

“Hi,” he said.

I drew myself away from the thoughts of what I was going to do to him and dragged my eyes back up to his. “Hi, yourself,” I replied. “You seem to be in a bit of a pickle.”

“Yeah, not sure exactly how this happened, but I seem to be stuck.” He shook his cuffed wrists and tugged at the straps.

“A nice girl would unlock you.”

“You’re a nice girl.”

I sauntered around the bed, running fingernails up his bare thighs and enjoying the way he jumped. “No, I’m not,” I said. “Not tonight, anyway.”

I grabbed one of the straps that held a wrist and gave it a tug, tightening until it dragged his wrist to the corner of the bed. “Tonight I’m the mean bitch that’s going to play with her new toy.”

He tugged at his wrist, but we both knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Lord knows I’d spent many a hapless, wonderful night wrapped up in those very straps while he brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over until I was begging to cum before fingers and mouth pushed teased a mind-bending orgasm out of me.

His eyes watched me as I slowly circled the big bed, taking my time and swaying my ass. It was harder than I thought it would be to not just hike up my skirt, rip off my panties and fuck him then and there, but I had such delicious things in mind and watching him squirm as I tightened the straps was almost orgasmic in itself.

“These straps are too loose,” I said, half-jokingly, half-sternly. “I’m disappointed.”

I tugged his other wrist to the corner of the bed, tightening the strap up until it pulled his arms as wide as they would go. He whimpered a little. Good.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

I snickered. “Not yet, you’re not.”

He tried to close his legs, like he was modest and hadn’t locked himself into cuffs, but his twitching cock told a different story. Just like me, he loved the restraints. This wasn’t the first time I’d had him in cuffs, but it was the first time he’d done it for me and the look on his face when I pulled his ankles wide told me everything I needed to know. He might be trying to play it cool, but he was loving every second of it.

I took one last look at his now fully-erect dick and pulled the toy box out from under the bed. A little digging past cuffs and vibrators and dildos and my beloved strap-on and the gaggle of gags, cuffs, and ropes and finally found what I was looking for. I started to get up, but decided I needed one more thing.

I put the collar, shoe lace, and ball-gag on his chest and sat on the edge of the bed. Serious tone, now. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

He nodded. Good enough.

I stroked his cock, hard and hot in my hand. Slowly, not too much. It wouldn’t do to have him cum yet. “What am I going to do to you?” I mused.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I seem to be at your mercy.”

I slid my hand down between his legs and cupped his balls. The hot feeling of total power slid through me. I could massage them gently. I could tug them. I could squeeze them and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do. He moaned and tried to close his legs. Muscles rippled up and down his taut body.

I stripped off my skirt and straddled him. His body was hot and hard under me, completely controlled and all mine. My pussy ached for his cock, his tongue, those lips. I buried the feeling by grabbing his hair and locking my lips to his. His tongue probed mine, but he needed to be taught who was in charge tonight. I pulled his hair and shoved my tongue in his mouth. He whimpered and tried to pull back, but he wasn’t in the best position.

We broke the kiss when I felt like it and I used his hair to push his head back down on the bed. “Still want to be mine tonight?” I asked.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Yes, what?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

I played it cool, but inside my heart was thudding in my chest and my limbs were shaking. I felt powerful. Amazing. A goddess taking what was rightly hers. I’d tied him up before, but he’d never done it to himself before. Never presented himself as an offering and I was keen to take advantage of that.

“Open your mouth,” I told him.

He opened and I stuck two fingers inside it. “Suck.”

His lips closed around my fingers and that delightful tongue licked them. Our eyes were locked the whole time, mine excited and in control, his showing defiance like he was tied to the bed and sucking my fingers because that was what he wanted to do. The Goddess was going to have to show him who was boss..

I pulled out my fingers and pushed the gag ball into his mouth, cinching it tight at the back. I could see him trying to push it out, but I’d been gagged enough to know what I was doing. That ball wasn’t coming out until I said it was coming out.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I cooed. “It’s not forever. After all, this pussy isn’t going to eat itself.”

He mumbled something as I put the collar on him and made sure it was tight enough that he knew it was on there, but not so tight it was cutting off blood to his head. I didn’t want him passing out when I had so many delicious things for him to do.

I gave the ring on his collar a good tug and smiled warmly at his concerned look. He’d gotten himself in for more than he bargained for and he knew it.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know how to take care of you. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you decide if you want my pussy or my mouth to finish you off.”

I held up the shoestring and grinned. “One last thing to take care of.”

He mumbled something and squirmed in his cuffs. Poor baby. He had no idea what he was in for. I wasn’t kidding about finishing him off with his choice of my mouth or my pussy, but I had a little surprise for him after that. He was going to have to earn his freedom.

I twisted around on his chest, giving him a view of my sweet ass so I could see his cock. It was up and alert, looking around and twitching a little. While I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a cock of my own, I had to admit there were benefits to being a girl. We could send each other naughty texts all day and all I had to worry about was wet panties; he’d be stuck behind his desk with a raging hard on.

It responded to my hands. Gentle touches made it stiffen, hard strokes made it twitch and his hips thrust up and down like he was trying to fuck my hands. I swear, I could play with his dick all day. It was a fascinating toy, almost a living thing on its own. The first time I saw a cock in the flesh, I almost forgot there was a guy attached to it.

I found the center point of my shoestring, slid it under his balls, and tied it in front. He asked something through his gag behind me, probably, “What are you doing?”, but I was focused on playing with my toy. Wrapped the free ends, crossed between his balls and around each one until they were spread apart and straining from the lace. Then tied them off again, pulled one last loop around his shaft, right next to his balls and tied a neat little knot.

The effect was immediate. I didn’t have to tie it tight, just enough to keep his balls separated and taut and his shaft hard. A girlfriend of mine taught me this trick. With just enough tightness, blood could flow into his cock, but it had trouble flowing out. He got rock hard, thick and veiny like one of those “life-like” dildos that everyone’s seen, even if the real thing is usually smoother.

Apparently it doesn’t hurt. Too much anyway, depending on how tight you tie it. But it keeps the pressure on him. Just like a crotch rope rubbing my clit, it’s not enough to get him off, but it’s enough to keep him interested and frustrating enough to keep me entertained.

I leaned down and took the whole thing in my mouth, sucking for all I was worth. His huge head filled my mouth, bigger than normal and exciting. I couldn’t wait to get my pussy wrapped around it. He was moaning and squirming beneath me. I stretched my jaw and slowly pushed the whole thing into my mouth until it slid into my throat. A bound guy was the best to deep-throat; he couldn’t force my head down or try to fuck my throat. All he could do was lie there and take it.

I sucked hard as I slid my head back until he popped free. If he’d been rock hard before, my little oral ministration had pushed him even harder. Poor baby, until I untied his cock, he wasn’t going to get softer. That was fine with me.

“Like that?” I asked over my shoulder.

He nodded frantically, moaning and asking me to keep going. I turned around and put a finger on his gagged lips. “I own your cock now,” I told him. “It’s mine, just like you’re mine. I told you I was going to be a mean bitch tonight. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change into something less comfortable. Don’t go anywhere.”

Tune in next week for the next installment.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 3

It was hard not to giggle and struggle as he carried my bound body over his shoulder like a caveman who’d just conquered his cavegirl. I squirmed a little, but honestly, I was worried he’d drop me and all tied up wasn’t the way I wanted to fall.

Still, I got a nice view of his butt and finally got to say, “Let me go, you brute!” which was one more thing I could check off my bucket list.

Tyler gently deposited me on the bed and looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. There must be something about a tightly bound girl with her tits popping out that turned him on. “What now, big boy?” I asked as I stretched out as much as I could.

“Now you finally get to grant me my birthday wish,” he said.

“And what’s that? It wasn’t just tying me up, was it? You get to do that all the time.”

“I’m going to hogtie you..”

“Mmmm,” I said. Of all the positions we’d done, a hogtie was one of my faves. “Then what?”

“Your mouth is free.”

“You want a hogtied blowjob,” I said. “Okay, stud. Let’s make this happen. Just promise me you’ll fuck my brains out, too.”

He switched my vibrator to low and the rope between my legs lit up. My lips tingled, my clit pulsed and throbbed. “We’ll see,” he said.

Tyler flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my legs up. I didn’t fight him as he secured my ankles to my arms and cinched the rope tight until I couldn’t move. He let me squirm and struggle until I proved to myself I was stuck and completely at his mercy.

I rested my head on the bed and let myself get lost on the feeling, that deep security that comes with tight bondage with a partner you completely trust. I was fully lost in subspace, just a body that couldn’t move with a pussy that was screaming for more than the low-level vibrations that kept me alert and aware, but nowhere near orgasm. I’d never been so aware of my body. There was something about really, really wanting to cum but not being able to that made me all that much hornier.

He surprised me by fiddling with my hair, tugging and pulling like he was putting some kind of hair tie in there. I’d put on my cat ear headband not just because it was cute, but because it kept my hair out of my face, so I didn’t really need a ponytail holder, too.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He answered by pulling my head back by my hair. He’d taken a thin rope, braided it into my locks and tied it to my ankles. All I could do was look up and gasp.

So that was what total bondage felt like. I could barely squirm and I couldn’t even move my head. I clenched and unclenched my fists, stretched my fingers, curled my toes. I was acutely aware of every part of my body from the comforter on my bare nipples to the gentle tug of my hair to the bonds all over me and the rope rubbing my pussy.

I moaned. I whimpered. I struggled and tugged, but I was stuck.

“Comfy?” Tyler asked.

He’d stripped off his shirt while I was lost in subspace. I had to look up to see his shoulders and that amazing chest I loved to rest my head on. The bulge in his pants was right at eye level, massive and eye catching.

I tried to say something flippant, something that would blow it all off and let me act like this was nothing special, but I couldn’t. I’d never been tied this tightly before and the effect was short-circuiting my head. I felt helpless. I could barely even swallow with head pulled back the way it was.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

Tyler pulled his pants down. The cock that had been my best friend popped out, huge and erect. From my position, it seemed bigger than it had ever been. I’d stroked it, ridden it, sucked it dry, but it seemed magical and massive at that moment, too big to fit in my mouth. Too big to be real.

I opened my mouth. He stepped closer, close enough that the tip brushed my lips. I tried to move my mouth over it, but the damned hair tie kept me stuck. That was when it hit me; he didn’t just want a blowjob. He could get a blowjob any time he wanted. I’d even hidden under his desk once with his dick in my mouth while his boss held an impromptu meeting. Tyler wanted something different.

Well, if that was his plan, I was game. I was confident in my skills. I smiled and said, “Do it, baby. Fuck my mouth.”

I opened wide and breathed through my nose. He slid it in my mouth slowly, gently. Like a hesitant lover touching me for the first time. At first it was just the tip and I played with it, running my tongue around him before closing my lips and sucking.

He moaned, low and deep in his stomach. I tried to move further down, to push him into my mouth, but the damned hair tie wouldn’t let me. I whimpered, wined, and squirmed. I was the one tied up, but I wanted that cock. I wanted to give him the blowjob of a lifetime, but all I could do was work with what he gave me.

Tyler pulled out and looked down at me. I must have been a hell of a sight, the cute girl in lingerie all trussed up with her mouth open and body straining. “More,” I said. “Give me more.”

It slid back into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around his hard cock like it was a lifeline. He filled my mouth better than any gag. My oral fixation kicked in and I sucked and licked and moaned in ecstasy.

Some of my girlfriends hate giving head, but I’ve always liked it. Cum doesn’t taste very good, but it’s not the worst thing in the world, and I’ve found giving a guy head meant he was more likely to give me head. And I do so love a guy who can eat pussy.

Sucking his dick when I couldn’t move my head was a different experience. I had all kind of techniques I’d worked out with him like focusing on the tip for a while before shoving my head down until his cock went down my throat, but all those only worked when I could move my head. In a way, it was easier being tied up because he had to do most of the work. In another way, it was harder because I wanted to suck him off like I liked to suck him off and I couldn’t.

He built up steam slowly, each thrust pushing further into my mouth. Each time, I let him thrust in and sucked hard as he slid back. We worked into a rhythm. Push in until he almost went down my throat and slide out slowly. Tyler knew what I could do and wasn’t afraid to push it. In the end, his cock went down my throat each time, thrust into my mouth until my lips hit the base of his cock.

It wasn’t something I could do normally, but he’d gotten me so turned on that I was thinking with my pussy. The vibrating rope between my legs had me so close to cumming that I’d convinced myself that his dick in my mouth was almost as good as having it in my pussy. It wasn’t, of course, but in my weakened, horny state, I’d convinced myself it was.

Tyler moaned again. His hands gripped the back of my head and I knew he was going to explode soon. He pushed himself into my mouth, caressing the back of my throat with his cock and held it there. I focused on it, enjoyed it, wrapped my lips around it and tried to suck the cum straight out of his balls. The tension in his body built and then the pulse hit him. Hot cum shot into my mouth, salty and sour. He pulsed over and over until my mouth was full and it dripped past my lips.

He slid out slowly. I knew how sensitive he got after he came, but I didn’t care. I sucked hard, like I could keep his dick in my mouth with the power of my lips alone, but he still pulled free with a little pop. That was when I discovered a strange thing about having my head tied back: It was hard to swallow. After a few tries, I managed to get his cum down my throat. I relaxed into my bonds and looked up at him.

His eyes were lidded, thick and heavy with the torpor of release. He plopped down on the bed next to me and fell backwards. While it was nice that he was satisfied, I was still tied up and so horny I’d fuck a doorknob if I could.

I let him rest and wiggled my hips around. Maybe if I could get the rope in just the right place, I could join him in a little post-orgasmic bliss. No luck. Just the relentless buzz of my vibrator and the desperate pleading of my wet pussy. I coughed quietly and squirmed in my ropes.

“Sorry, baby,” he muttered.

He sat up and fingers toyed with the ropes. My hair loosened and I laid my head down on the comforter. Legs fell free. Ankles and knees released. Even having my elbows untied felt amazing. I’d never been so happy to lie face-first on the bed and spread my legs.

There was just one problem. “Um, sweetie,” I said, pushing my still-tied wrists toward him. “Didn’t you forget something?”

“I didn’t forget,” he said. “I just like how you look with your hands tied.”

I rolled over on the bed and gave him best glare. He smirked. My tits were hanging out and old faithful was still tickling my pussy. Besides, it’s hard to look tough when you’re tied up in skimpy lingerie.

“Please, baby,” I said, rubbing my thighs together.

He scooted up to the head of the bed and spread his legs. Damn, dude, you just fucked my mouth and now you want a blowjob? There’s only such much my jaw can take. Tyler saw the look in my eyes and shook his head.

“It’s your turn, sweetie,” he told me. “Unless you’d rather I just took a shower and went to bed.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I scooted on my knees, turned around and snuggled up next to him. He stroked my body and held me tight to him. While he caressed my breasts and played with my nipples, my hands automatically sought his cock. There it was, still semi-erect, hot and heavy in my palms.

Slowly, Tyler’s hands worked their way down my body until he could push my thighs open. He pulled the vibrator free and immediately set to using it directly on my clit. I came in no time, screaming and crying, gripping his poor cock like it was a stress ball.

When I came back to my senses, I found a fully erect cock in my hands and Tyler calmly untying the rope between my legs. He stroked my pussy gently and whistled.

“You must have enjoyed the rope,” he said.

“That rope, the other ropes, my vibrator, your cock in my mouth…”

“Speaking of cock,” he said as he pulled my soaked panties down over my hips. “Mine could use some more attention.”

I sat up on my knees and let him strip my underwear before straddling him. I was so wet he slid right in, filling me up and nearly making me cum again. My hips started moving. I pushed against him, trying to drive his dick further inside of me. His hands grasped my hips and he shook his head.

“Just enjoy the sensation, baby,” he said. “Just sit still and enjoy.”

He held me tightly to him, big cock filling me. I squirmed this way and that, but those hands wouldn’t budge. It was delicious torture, worse than the vibrator because he was inside of me and all I wanted to do was grind my pussy.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Squeeze me,” he replied.

I cocked my head to the side, not sure what he meant. I squeezed my knees together. He shook his head. “Squeeze my cock.”

Oh, that way. I contracted, focusing on the feeling of him deep inside of me. “Harder,” he said.

I tried again. It was like Kegel exercises with a sexy, kinky twist. I squeezed his cock and held tightly. “Good girl,” Tyler said.

I blushed. It was silly, but I loved it when he called me a good girl, especially when I was doing something no traditional good girl would do, like riding his cock with my hands tied behind my back.

His hands let go of my hips and I didn’t waste a second. I ground away at him, rode him like a wild steed, and relished every second of him fucking me from below. The tingle started slowly between my legs and spread throughout my whole body, raging through me like electric fire. The world faded from focus as my brain checked out. I’m sure I screamed when the orgasm tore through me, but all I remember is immense release followed by everything going black and thinking distantly, “So this is what it means to have my brains fucked out.”

I came to snuggled up next to him, untied, and wrapped in a blanket. He had his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close and keeping me safe from monsters. My body still felt distant, but his arms helped ground me.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

My jaw was sore, my pussy was wiped out, and my brain still hadn’t kicked all the way back in, but I had to admit it was a hell of a night. “You’re welcome, sweetie,” I mumbled, kind of wishing he’d shut up so I could go to sleep.

“You know, your birthday’s coming up soon.”

I nodded.

“One good turn deserves another. I’ll be all yours.”

I pulled his arm around me and snuggled deep into him. All mine? I hope I look good in a cowgirl hat and a strap-on.

Tune in next week for an all new adventure.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 2

Tyler gently grabbed my wrist from behind. I’d been so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear him coming and nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”

“For now,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

He’d changed into a tight T-shirt that showed off his shoulders. Muscles rippled and danced as he kissed my cheek and delicately pushed my face away from him. “No peeking,” he said.

“But I want to peek.”

“No peeking or you get the mask.”

He was bringing out the big guns early. The mask was a full face mask made of some stretchy material that zipped up the back. The only hole was one for the mouth. We’d both worn it from time to time and found it pretty intense for regular play. It wasn’t like it was uncomfortable, but there was some nameless thing about having a mask over my head that could push fun time into a much different space.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I told him.

He cinched my wrists together with a length of rope and deftly tied a knot just out of reach of my probing fingers. Solid, yet still comfortable. “I know you will,” he told me.

I spent a moment trying to prove to him that I could still be a bad girl if I wanted to, but the boy knew how to tie me up. My wrists weren’t going anywhere and no matter how I squirmed around, I couldn’t slide my hands out or even reach the knot between my wrists.

“Now what, big guy?” I asked. “Just my wrists or did you have something more fun planned?”

I knew I shouldn’t egg him on, but my ego always got the best of me. I loved bondage and my little barbs over the years had gotten me tied up for longer and longer and in ever more interesting positions. He usually preferred me spread so he could play with my pussy, but not always. Tonight wasn’t looking like one of those kinds of nights.

Rope wrapped around my elbows, delicate at first but soon tugging them tightly together. I squeaked. Wrists were one thing, I could still open doors and pick things up, but with my elbows tightly tied together, I was completely helpless. My shoulders went back, thrusting my tits forward. I glanced down at the girls, absolutely convinced they were going to pop out of that skimpy little bra.

I tried to squirm, but my arms were almost completely immobilized. “Where’d you learn that little trick?” I asked over my shoulder.

Tyler pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. Talk about feeling helpless in his grasp. His caressed my tummy, ran up and down my sides and teased the edges and sides my breasts. Hardening nipples poked away at the rough lace trim of my bra. There was something so amazing about feeling completely helpless while still feeling completely secure in his arms. Incredible, powerful, erotic.

Fingers teased the top of my panties, just barely pushing inside. I moaned and whimpered. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to plunge those fingers down between my legs and give my throbbing clit a little love. I tried to turn around and kiss him, press my body hard up to his and rub up against him, but he held me fast.

“Not so fast, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear, hot breath like fire against my charged flesh.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Just a little.”

“Not yet, baby. I’ve got plans for you before I make you cum.”

He broke away from me and sat down on the couch right in front of me. In his hands was a length of rope. I did my best to act cool, like this kind of thing happens all the time and I’m so hip to it, that even having my wrists and elbows tied while my boyfriend leers at my barely-there-lingerie clad body didn’t do much for me. Meanwhile, my heart was thudding in my chest like a band of Taiko drummers had taken up residence, my nipples were rock hard, my clit was pounding, and my panties were soaking through.

Tyler pulled me close. Just a tiny little kiss on my tummy and I nearly lost it. “Baby,” I moaned.

He ignored me and wrapped the length of rope around my waist, cinching it tight in front of me. What the hell was he doing? I watched in confusion as he tied a pair of knots. Was he going to lead me around by the waist? There were perfectly good collars in the toy box.

“Spread your legs a little, baby.”

I cocked my head to the side, but parted my legs. To my surprise, rather than leading me around with it, he ran the length of rope between my legs and through to my back. He fiddled with the rope, tightening and adjusting until it was snug on top of my hungry pussy, nestled neatly inside of my swollen lips. Suddenly, and with great effect, the knots made sense. One rested right next to my clit, the other tried to push its way inside of me.

He secured the ends of the rope to my wrists and tossed me his self-satisfied smile. “Go ahead and struggle.”

The first time I moved my bound wrists, the rope between legs tightened and the knots rubbed my sensitive girl parts. I whimpered and bit my lip. It was just enough to keep my pussy hungry, but not enough to get me off. I looked him in the eye, gave him my best puppy dog eyes, but he just smiled.

I wanted to play it cool, but the feeling of that rope digging into my pussy just wouldn’t stop. I swayed my hips and tried to move my hands lower, anything to ease the relentless pressure but it was no use. It felt like having someone constantly holding his hand between my legs, waiting for me to grind against it, but there was no grinding. Just constant, relentless pressure reminding me of how fucking horny I was.

“This is mean,” I said.

“If you think that’s mean, you’ll love what’s coming.”

He ran his hands down the insides of my thighs, caressing the tender flesh from my aching pussy to the tops of my stockings. Just a little higher, baby. Just a little rubbing. You’d find me so appreciative. I panted. I moaned. I thrust my pussy toward him, hoping he’d take pity on me and give me some release.

Instead, he gently pushed my legs together and bound them at the knees and ankles before planting a chaste kiss on the front of my panties. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he said. “You look amazing in lingerie and rope.”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“Seriously, you should see yourself. A work of art.”

“Please,” I whispered. My clit was pounding. My pussy was pounding. All it wanted was a good pounding and I’d do almost anything to get it.

“I know you’re horny, baby,” he said. “That’s the point. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to make it worse.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It can’t get any worse. I can’t take it.”

His fingers traced lines across my stomach. Those amazing lips of his dabbed kisses all over my torso. I struggled and squirmed and did nothing more than make the rope wetter and my pussy hungrier.

Without warning, he pulled my favorite vibrator out of his pocket and showed it to me. I smiled and nodded furiously. “Yes!” I said, thrusting my bound pussy toward him.

He patted my panties gently. “Not exactly, sweetie.”

Old faithful was just what I needed, turn that bad boy up and rub it all over. I’d cum screaming like a banshee in no time. But he didn’t rub it between my legs or even put it inside of me. He slid it gently between the rope and my panties, nowhere near my needy clit.

“That’s not where that goes,” I told him.

Tyler turned it on and my knees nearly buckled. He held me around the waist, keeping me upright as the vibrations traveled down the rope and lit my pussy up like a flashing neon sign. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was like having a vibrator all over all at once. Not as powerful as the buzzing tip right on me, but enough to let me know it was there.

“Are you sure that’s not where it goes?” Tyler asked.

I mumbled something between “Oh, God” and “Yes”. It was like, seriously, dude, shut up and let me enjoy this. But that wasn’t in the cards. He clicked it off leaving my pussy tingling and my clit begging for more. I struggled in the roped, pulling my arms this way and that and succeeded in doing nothing more than rubbing myself further into frustration.

“Please,” I begged. “Just a little longer. I’ll do anything.”

He stood me up straight and stroked my hair. I nuzzled my face into his hand, kissing his palm when I really wanted that hand between me legs. Or better yet, his face and then his cock and then his face again between my legs. The pussy rope was all I got.

“I know you will, sweetheart,” Tyler said. “Stay here. I’ve got a few things to finish up. If you’re a good girl, I’ll turn the vibrator back on for you.”

He gave my tummy one last stroke and left me standing tied up in the living room, tottering slightly in my high heels and hoping to high hell I didn’t fall over. Knees weak, tits threatening to pop out of my bra, pussy screaming at me for more. Whatever he had in mind for me, I just hoped it involved a gag because when I finally got to cum, I was going to be screaming so loud the neighbors would probably call the cops.

Tyler strolled back into the room like he owned everything in it, myself included. He stopped inches from my face, body heat pouring over me. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asked.

I nodded. At this point, I’d do anything.

“Because I can just untie you and we can watch a movie or something.”

I shook my head furiously. There was no way watching a movie on the couch right then was even a remote possibility. “I’m all yours, baby,” I said.

“Good.”

He squatted down, wrapped his arms around my butt and lifted. The next thing I knew, I was over his shoulder, thrashing and giggling as he carried me to the bedroom like a bag of laundry.

That was when the girls decided it was time to pop free from my cute little bra.

Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 1

The way I see it, any guy who’ll let me tie him up is a keeper. We play games where I get to lead him around on a leash and let him worship my pussy. I’ve had more orgasms from his delicious mouth and tongue than should be legal and he doesn’t get weirded out when I handcuff him or ask him to tie me up. We give into each other’s kinks, even if I am still having to work on him letting me use a strap-on. Life goals, ladies and gentlemen, life goals. And you’ve got to give something to get something.

So when it was his birthday, I took off work early, baked him a cake, and met him at the door in my skimpiest lingerie. Black, lacy g-string. Demi-bra that let my nipples peek out. Garter belt and lace-top stockings. All black, all hugging my body. I don’t know what it is about lingerie, but when I put on that garter belt I felt a deep swell of lust inside of me. It took every ounce of control to not shove my hand down my panties and finger my clean-shaven pussy.

But today wasn’t about me. It was about Tyler and his birthday and it wouldn’t do to have him come home early and catch me rubbing my clit. That would be like coming home and finding your girlfriend playing with your birthday present. Actually, exactly like that.

When I heard his car pull up, I hustled into the kitchen, four-inch heels clicking on our tile and took one last moment to brush my hair back, make sure my cat-ear headband was in place, and get the girls adjusted in their little lacy shelf.

I fretted with how to stand. Leaning on the counter? Legs parted, trying to look tough and sexy? I settled on ankles together. Back straight, shoulders back, breasts out, holding a plate with a neatly cut slice of cake out in front of me; demure-ish, but still looking like I was presenting myself to him almost as much as I was presenting the cake.

His jaw dropped when he saw me and that familiar bulge in khakis got bigger. After three years of marriage, I still loved surprising him. I still loved the fact that my body could get a rise out of his cock.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” I said.

His big, brown eyes caressed me like a starved man at a Vegas buffet. I let him soak me in before I sat the cake down on counter and stepped far closer to him than I needed to. Took his jacket off and undid his tie.

“Come on, baby,” I told him as I took his hand. “I made you a cake.”

“Looks good,” he mumbled as he followed me.

I exaggerated my walk, swaying my hips back and forth so he’d have a good show. My heart was thudding in my ears, a pounding pulse that had almost as much to do with his eyes on my ass as my own latent nerves. Lingerie can make me feel powerful, but it also made me feel exposed. I know he’d never see me dressed up for him and laugh, but there’s always that inner voice shrieking at me that I’m not cute enough to pull off this outfit or that walk. The erection in pants was all I needed to know that babbling twat of an inner voice was wrong as usual.

I pushed him gently onto the couch and sat on his lap. One of his arms went around my back and the other tentatively rested on my thigh, like he wasn’t sure what to do with me. Perfect. A little talking, a little straddling, a little pressing myself against him and he’d warm up quickly.

“Open up,” I told him.

He looked sheepish for a moment, but opened his mouth. I fed him cake, alternating between giving him a bite and closing my eyes and moaning quietly when I took a bite. I wanted to smear it all over his chest and lick it off, but I kept my runaway thoughts in check. At least for the moment.

“So, birthday boy,” I said, “what would you like to do now?”

For all the fun we’ve had in the bedroom – and other places – he’s never been much of a talker. Usually having a doer, a guy who’ll happily tie me up and play with me, is enough, but I wanted today to be special. I wanted to know what he’d really love to do.

“Um, well,” he stammered.

I sat the plate down and straddled him, pressing my body into his and reveling in his hard cock between my legs. “It’s okay, baby. We can do whatever you want.”

His brown eyes nervously darted between me and other parts of the room. Poor baby. It had taken forever to get him to admit he liked being tied up and loved tying me up, but the effort had been worth it.

“It’s probably not something you’d like to do,” he said.

Oooh. Now we’re talking. Anal? Something public? It was getting interesting. “Try me,” I said.

“I don’t know…”

I stroked his cheeks. “Baby, my boobs are about to fall out of this bra. There’s barely enough material in my panties to make a hair tie. I can feel your hard cock between my legs. I’m a sure thing and it’s your birthday. I want to do what you want to do.”

His voice dropped low, like he was embarrassed. “I want to tie you up.”

“Good,” I mewed. “I love being tied up. How?”

“You’ll see.”

Oooh. Maybe all the shyness was an just an act. Maybe he had something delightfully sinful in mind. Good. He might not be much of a talker, but he was good at doing. And he was especially good at doing me when I was tied up.

“I love it. I can’t wait. Go on.”

“After that, we’ll just have to see what happens.”

My heart raced. There was always something scary and fun about rope. I pulled his face to mine and attacked his lips like they were a lifeline. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me in close, close enough that his body heat nearly burned my mostly naked body. I mewed and sucked his tongue into my mouth. There was something else I wanted to suck, but that would have to wait. For now, it was enough to be next to him, his arms around me, my tits pressed into his hard chest, his throbbing erection poking between my legs.

Breaking that kiss was hard. Even though I could have kissed him all night long, the siren song of rope and foreplay and his hands and mouth all over my body were too much. My panties were getting wet. My body wanted him.

I pulled my mouth away and nuzzled up into his neck with a contented sigh. “Tie me up, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “Make it tight and use me all night long. I’m all yours.”

He ran his hands up my bare sides and that familiar smirk of his crossed his lips. I love his happy smirk, it meant things were going to be great. “Stand up,” he said.

The room was warm, but felt cool without his body heating mine. My nipples poked at my bra. He looked me up and down, smiling. I could see the gears turning in his head. I imagined what he was going to do with me. Spread eagle on the bed, his face between my thighs, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of me? Me, hogtied and promising anything to be untied? On my knees, hands tied behind my back as his cock filled my mouth? Gagged? Plugged? Whatever he was going to do, he’d better do it fast because my hand was drifting between my legs.

He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Good god, sweetie. Please hurry.

Tune in next week to see what happens to our desperate heroine.

Misadventures in Self Bondage

Being tied up has always been thrilling to me. Hogtied, balltied, spread eagle, ropes, cuffs, whatever, I love the feel of the restraint. It puts me in my Zen state. Most of the time, bondage is best played with a partner. There’s something both thrilling and relaxing to know there’s someone who can tie you up in ways you can’t do yourself and untie you when the game is over. But there are times when the rest of the team isn’t around and you have to improvise. This story is about one of those times and the little twist we all dream and worry about when we tie ourselves up.

I walked into my empty apartment with a relieved sigh. Another long day over, hell, another long week over. I had nothing to do over the weekend except sleep in, stay in my pajamas, and watch bad TV.

My heels clacked on the wood floor. The landlord said high heels and wood floors were a bad combination, but fuck him. Until he fixed that spot in front of my bedroom that creaked like a bitch, I was wearing whatever I wanted. Just to spite him, I did a little dance in place until I realized how much my feet hurt.

I dropped my purse and keys on the table and grabbed a beer. Kicked off my shoes and stretched my toes. The siren song of TV was calling to me, but I was still too wound up to relax. Work did that to me. I tended to throw everything into work and that left me exhausted but too keyed up to relax. I took a sip from the beer and padded to my room.

My bed was a mess, but it usually is. Without thinking, I pulled the sheet into place and smoothed out the comforter. Fluff up the pillows and it almost looked like an adult lived and slept there. Out of the corner of my eye, a bit of black smiled up at me from behind one of the legs. Thank god no one was here with me. I knelt down and started to shove the cuff back behind the bed where it belonged.

As soon as my fingers brushed the leather, I knew that’s what I needed. I pulled it and its three sisters onto the bed and licked my lips. Yes. Soft, black leather attached to chains was exactly what I needed. With my mind locked onto the leather cuffs, I stepped out of my dress and almost tore off my tights. Warm air caressed me like a silent lover.

Fuck the bra. Fuck the panties. I thought about digging out a garter belt but decided it was too much effort. The bed and the cuffs were calling to me. I pulled out my vibrator, plugged it in and left it on my nightstand. Grabbed a gag, a blindfold, a collar, and my wireless earbuds and scooted onto the bed with a huge grin on my face.

I didn’t really need the collar, it wasn’t like anyone was going to be leading me around on a leash, but there was something satisfying about it. Not wearing it seemed wrong somehow, like going out with earrings but no necklace. Plus, the gentle pressure around my neck felt so good.

The gag was next. Somewhere along the lines I developed a gag fetish. I’ve got a dozen of the damned things ranging from bits to open-mouth to balls to penis shaped to this one gag I found that has a harness on it and when you tug the harness, it pushes a cock further into my mouth. Tonight was a night for a simple ball gag, something mouth-filling, but not too big.

As usual, as soon as the gag went in, I whimpered contentedly. The old, familiar throb between my thighs started up. That was the way it always worked: Gag went in, pussy started up.

I resisted the urge to finger myself and sat cross-legged on the bed while I started the app on my tablet. Five minutes lead time and thirty minutes run time should do.

Self-bondage is always a dicey thing. Like that time in college when I walked in on my roommate squirming on her bed. She’d stuffed her mouth with panties and taped it shut so she could barely make a sound before cuffing her ankles and wrists. She had just enough length on the cuff chains to get herself off with a vibrator, but in her fervor she’d knocked the keys off the bed and was stuck. Since I lived alone, that would be bad for me.

It took some effort, but I finally found a good solution. An electric motor under my bed was controlled by the app on my tablet. I little jury rigging rope to chain to cuff and I got myself a secure system that I could use to my heart’s content with a reasonable amount of safety.

I had five minutes before the motor started to get myself ready. Plenty of time. I pushed the earbuds into my ears and secured the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Pulled the blindfold down and stretched out on my bed. While I laid there, heartbeat throbbing in my ears, I idly touched myself. Rubbed my breasts and felt my nipples harden. Ran a hand between my legs and whimpered. Swollen lips, awake and alert clit, my pussy was hungry.

Thoughts of the cute new guy at work. Touseled black hair. That easy smile. Those full lips all over me. He was one of the reasons work was so difficult lately; too much sexy in one package.

I fingered myself and wondered what he’d do to me if he found me all bound and gagged like this. Would he freak and run like so many men, or would he caress my bound body and snuggle up to me while I came down from some mind blowing orgasm?

I felt that delicious rumbling building up in my core. Just another minute or two. Please. Just another minute or two.

Music filled my earbuds, a gentle electronic beat with long, deep bass. I couldn’t name the song, just another of the relaxing beats on my playlist. The motor kicked in, gently pulling my cuffs. God, I was so close! Not now!

But the machine didn’t care. The motor under my bed pulled my limbs. Legs spread wider. Wrists relentlessly tugged up to the corners of my bed. I chewed on my gag and struggled to get my hand back down to my throbbing clit. I cursed myself for not starting sooner or setting a longer lead time.

When the motor stopped, I was spread wide, open to the world. Hard nipples and wet pussy exposed and demanding only a few feet from my hands. I struggled and squirmed and whimpered into my gag, trying to find some way I could get my hands free and finish myself off.

No use. I’d done too good a job of putting it all together. Now, all I could do was lie there, bound and gagged and blindfolded and do my best to not think about how much I wanted someone to come along and fuck my brains out or how good a mouth and tongue would feel.

That was the game. Being tied up allowed me time to think, to relax into my demanding body. Earbuds and blindfold blocked out the world. The gag muffled my cries and whimpers. It was just me and my body and thoughts of how good that vibrator was going to feel when the machine finally let me go.

There was freedom in bondage. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not my ass was too big or my tits weren’t perky enough. I didn’t have to talk to anyone but Mr. Gag. I didn’t have to do anything but let the music carry me away into fantasies of being felt up, kissed, licked, fucked until my brain shut down.

I was deep in a fantasy of running my fingers through touseled black hair while a big cock filled me up when I heard that damned floorboard creak. I froze. Shit. Had I locked the door? Was there someone in my apartment? I pulled on my arms as hard as I could, tried to close my legs. No luck. I strained with my ears, trying to ignore the music and listen to the outside world but all I could hear was the gentle bass.

“Who’s there?” I tried to ask, but it came out as a muffled mumble.

It had to be in mind. Some deep-down fantasy. I eased back into the bed and tried to relax, but my mind was alert. Whatever it was, it pissed me off as much as made me nervous. This was my meditation time. My time to fantasize so deeply that I could still feel hard cock in my pussy and arms around my body.

The fantasy came roaring back, and I was back in the supply closet riding the new guy for all he was worth. I could see his eyes rolling back in his head, smell his aftershave as he kissed my neck. After this fantasy, I’d never be able to look at him the same way again without feeling his hard, naked chest against my tits and his cock filling me up.

In my dream state, I could feel an orgasm building, rolling through me like a threatening thunderstorm that would never materialize. No matter how hard I fantasized, I couldn’t make myself come. That was what the vibrator on my nightstand was for and as soon as my hands were free it was going straight between my legs.

The faintest whiff of flowers passed my nose. Perfume, but not one of mine. I tensed again, whimpering not just because I was worried someone was there but because my fantasy disappeared in a flash. Who was there? It had to be my imagination.

Then I felt a fingertip trace up my thigh and immediately lost my shit. This was my worst nightmare. Worse than being caught was being caught by some stranger. I struggled ferociously, tugging and trying desperately to close my legs and free my hands.

A soft but firm hand pressed on my stomach. It stroked me gently. I calmed down a bit, but still tugged on the chains that held me tight. A fingertip traced something over and over on my bare stomach. S. h. h. S. h. h. S. h. h.

“Who’s there?” I tried to ask again. It came out a mumble, a jumbled mass of nervous sounds.

S. h. h.

The hand gently stroked my stomach, a calming touch. My heartbeat roared in my ears. No offense, Hand, but I was having trouble being calm. It kept gently stroking my stomach as I struggled and whimpered. Finally, I calmed down, but my body stayed tense.

The hand worked its way around my body, caressing my cheeks and doing its best to calm me. Whoever it was attached to didn’t seem to want to hurt me. I relaxed slightly and let the hand play with me.

It started moving around my body slowly, exploring me, the soft spots on my inner thighs, my sides before working up my body and across my breasts. My nipples hardened, erect and loving it as my bound body descended into pure lust. When it slid between my legs and stroked my lips, I thrust my hips up, trying to get it to rub my aching clit and slide fingers inside my wet pussy. Finish what I’d started before the machine took over and seized my building orgasm.

But the hand didn’t want me to cum. It was content to play with me, to rev me up and back off over and over. Surely, the thirty minutes had to be up soon, but there was no way to tell. The passing of time was nothing more than my burning hot body, a mysterious hand on my sensitive girl parts, and muffled moans through a gag. Even the music, a mix chosen specifically to sound the same, didn’t help. I could have been there for hours or only a few minutes. In the end it didn’t matter. It was exactly what I craved, just me and my body and the deep Zen state of bondage.

Without warning the hand stopped touching me. I cried out for more, begging through gagged lips to keep going, to bring me to ecstasy. Nothing. It stopped entirely. All I had was a memory of fingers on my swollen, sensitive pussy lips and a desperate moaning.

A fingertip touched my stomach, gently drawing something. 3. 0. 3. 0. 3. 0.

Oh, no. The timer had been reset. I had been close to freedom, but now I had another half hour. A half hour of hard nipples, sensitive flesh, and wet, needy pussy. I moaned and cried. I squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. I was stuck, a prisoner of my own making and deep down inside I loved it. I descended into thoughts of Cassidy’s head on my lap, her taped mouth and cuffed limbs begging for release. I dreamed of black hair brushing my face while someone slid a huge cock inside of me. I thought of sucking off my boyfriend at the beach and his tongue flicking my clit. I thought of every fucking sexy thing with reckless abandon because that was all I could do. My brain had been subsumed by my need.

When the chains loosened, I didn’t even bother to take off the blindfold or pull out the gag. I fumbled for my vibrator, flipped it on, and immediately shoved it between my legs. The first orgasm was a quickie, a relief valve being flipped. The second one curled my toes. The last one had me screaming like a banshee behind my gag and left me a sopping hot mess sprawled on my bed, finally sated and chewing contentedly on my gag.

I never did find out who the hand belonged to. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe it was just my mind and body seeking an escape. All I knew was, I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Hi.

I needed a place to write fantasies and thoughts about ropes, gags, and the thrill of tight bondage. I can’t promise I’ll write regularly, but I’ll definitely give it a solid go. Just as soon as I get these ropes off.