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.