I've been asked to wait here,
in the bedroom. I'm standing by the bed thinking about how dark it
is today. Gloomy outside and the room is in a heavy
shadow. I move over to a large mirror that has been beckoning me
ever since you mentioned not having fucked me up against it yet. I'm
not really looking at anything in particular. I'm just making note that it's too
dark to play with the mirror today, but I'm looking forward to it.
As you walk back into the room,
I see you lay a lighter on the nightstand. An earlier text mentioned
you saw a stick candle and thought of me, so I'm assuming there is one that I
just haven't seen yet. I'm eager to get started and so excited to
see what you have planned.
We come together by the bed and
when your lips meet, I melt into the kiss. It's been a couple of
weeks since I've felt your lips on me, so I'm reluctant to give it up as you
begin to undress me. I give in but watch you closely as you raise my
shirt to reveal my bra.
You're wearing the new ones.
Yes. I just took the
tags off this morning.
Do you remember what happened
last time you wore these?
Yes. I got fucked very well.
And where did I cum?
Mmm. Inside of me.
I am fully undressed and you
lay me back onto the bed. Pulling me down so my ass is barley on the
edge. Lift each of my legs and place my feet against your thighs and
spread my legs. I see a smirk cross your face when you see my little
surprise for you, but you don’t say a thing. Your initials in silver
metallic tattoos on my freshly shaved pussy. I put them on yesterday
while I was feeling naughty in the hopes that I would get to see you this
week. You simply keep manipulating my body into your desired
position, placing each of my hands on my ankles. You ask me to stay
like that, but drop my feet back down to the bed and leave the room once
again.
When you return, you have a
couple of ties in your hand. I'm intimately familiar with these
particular ties at this point and am slick with anticipation. You
place my feet back on your thighs and begin to wrap my left wrist and bind it
tightly to my left ankle. Unlike previous encounters, there is no
play in these bindings. As you start to work on my right wrist, you
tell me about how you have been thinking about tying me up like this for a long
time now. This binding is even tighter and I'm locked in place,
ready for what's next.
You reach over to the
nightstand and pick up a lighter and a white stick candle. You light
the candle and hold it upright watching as the wax pools. It's so
quiet in the room that the only noise is the flicker of the
flame. The waiting is killing me, and I'm fixated on your hand
holding the candle. Once enough time has passed, you slowly tilt the
candle. It still takes a while for the hot wax to fall and I hold my
breath for the agonizing wait. When the wax first hits my nipple, it
stings in the most incredible way and I loudly breathe out trying to stifle a
squeal. A few more drops and as the pace picks up my body is aching
for more. I'm watching you working on me and your breathing is calm,
hands are so steady. Not even a tremor; your confidence is always
impressive to me. The wax is so light in color, that I can't really
see where it has splattered or the pattern it’s making, but the feeling is
intoxicating and let out little ah's as they burn. You have never
been this quiet and it's almost unnerving. I close my eyes and lay
my head back to concentrate on the feeling of the wax hitting my body.
I feel you remove my feet from
your thighs and place them on the bed so that you can step away. When
I open my eyes, the candle is gone and you are very slowly stepping back to
me. You seem to be deep in thought and I'm quietly waiting for you
to proceed. You sink to your knees before me in the sexiest way I
have ever seen you do before and come so very close to my spread pussy and just
stop. I'm watching keenly wondering when you will make
contact. You quietly stay right where you are teasing me with your
hot fucking breath. It torments me, and I want more than your breath
to invade me. My wrists are still tied my ankles so there is no
chance that I can grab you myself. I can
barely take the anticipation and almost let out a please when you lean a little
closer and slyly lick me. We lock eyes and you do it
again. This time licking my ass as you go. I want to
fucking burst, willing you to fully commit and devour me. You lock
eyes with me one more time and then you lock on. Expertly licking
and invading me with your tongue. I push my body down hard onto you
out of pure need. I pull hard against the restraints only wanting to
touch you, but my hands are firmly locked on my ankles. Instead I
dig my nails into me and wish it was you.
Suddenly, you stop and say
you'll be right back. This time you return with your phone, so I
know we'll be taking some video. You point the camera and snap a
couple of pictures and label it aloud, Bound. Then the camera is
laid on the nightstand and you turn back beginning to untie your
drawstrings. Finally, you start to talk to me again. Telling me how
much you wanted to cum yesterday and how it had been awhile since you last came. I
ask about cumming on Saturday, since I had seen a picture of his beautifully
erect cock. It would be a shame if that wasn't taken care of. I know I was begging for it.
I wanted to call you over
yesterday and suck me dry.
I wish you would have.
I couldn't. Too
busy.
I know. And the
thing is, I do. Mondays are always hard, yesterday was no different,
except I was aching in the worst way too. A fantasy that I often
have flashes through my mind in an instant. You on a call and me on
my knees. Working your cock, knowing for the first time in forever,
you'll have to be quiet. No talking, no instruction. Or
maybe you do have to talk on the call while your cock is in my
mouth. Measured breath, steady voice. Finding your
release in the quietest way; something I've never seen from you.
When I come back to here and
now you're still talking about cumming. Telling me it's going to be
a lot and that you plan to paint my face with it. Fully undressed
now, I watch as you work yourself just a little while you talk about me sucking
your balls. Thinking about leaving me bound and crouching over my
face so I can lick your balls or letting me get on my knees to service
you. It all sounds very good to me and I voice my opinion as you
step over to get in position.
Teasing my clit with your cock
a few times and then pushes hard into me. Putting your full weight
into it, crushing me in every way possible, and I feel like I just might break
apart. Easing up to adjust and you push fully into me again and my
hungry pussy envelopes you. Fucking me mercilessly, your hands are
pushing hard against my bound legs. I find myself pushing you back
with my feet and my hands together. Once I find some relief from the
force of your weight, but not from your thrusts, I tune back into the current
discussion. You logged into my Fetlife account yesterday and had
some fun looking around. Saw a girl being fisted, and it made you
think about stretching me further, maybe getting a speculum and opening me
wide, cumming in me that way and then making me lick it clean.
Is that too much?
No. I've been into
BDSM for a long time, so no, it doesn't shock me. I just finally
have someone that I know won't hurt me, who will do the things I've been
thinking about. I’ve let you guide me, but I know there are things
we haven’t discussed that I’m into trying.
Since I've been on Fetlife, I've seen a lot more than I ever did
watching porn. I have a firm grasp on what my hard limits are. Fisting
is not wet inducing for me. It seems like a parlor trick, more than
anything else. I don't see how either party derives pleasure from
it, but who knows. Wait…will your watch be on? Will I get to feel it as it scrapes me? If so, I could be into it. As for the speculum, find one. You
have carte blanche.
When was the last time you got
fucked good? My name punctuating that question so I know I am meant
to answer, but I can't. I'm breathless from the pounding, and we
both know the answer anyway.
Pulling out for a short time
and work on yourself while you talk about how you wanted to pour some hot wax
on my pussy but that you really wanted to eat it first. I kind of
want to yell fuck me, light the candle please. But before I get the
chance, you fill me again and I am lost in the moment. My breathing
ragged immediately, and it's getting harder to concentrate on your
words. Explaining how you are looking forward to watching me eating
another girl's pussy. So I ask what you are going to be doing.
Fucking you from
behind. Have her tell me how it feels to have your tongue on her
pussy. Maybe let her suck my dick. What do you want me to
do?
Fuck my ass.
Good girl. Maybe
I'll grab fist of your hair and shove your head down into her pussy while I
fuck your tight little ass.
I moan in
response. The pounding intensified during that last little bit and I
can no longer speak.
How are the bindings?
Their fine comes amidst ragged
breaths.
You pull out and take a couple
more pictures. I have been bound in this position with your weight
heavy against them, so I close my legs and lay on my side to rest a bit while
you put the camera back. Working yourself on your way back over, you
must decide this position is as good as any. I am locked down in
place with one hand, while the other directs your cock, filling me once
again. The position isn't as punishing as the last. With
every thrust, I can feel your balls as they almost get sucked up into my ass
cheeks. I'm enjoying the moment, when your question comes.
Is he home this week?
Yes. A very hard
smack lands just where my ass and my leg meets. I cry out in
surprise as the pain radiates through me and turn to raging desire. My cry is answered by a snickered response.
I hope he doesn't see that.
Like the initials? I
start to smile and then another hard blow lands in the same spot and I cry out
again. This time in ecstasy. A couple more blows and I
might just cum like this.
When did you do that?
Yesterday. This
time, I'm not rewarded with a smack.
Sadly, I know I won't get another today.
When were you going to show me?
I never answer the
question. You pull out once again, and I am left throbbing and
wanting. Push hard back in and you tell me how you would like to
fuck my little ass in this position.
An audible mmmm and then I
reply. Sounds good. I really like this
position. I can feel your balls between my ass cheeks with every
thrust. My words come out in stutters as I get pounded again.
You can feel them shove into
you while I pound you? And to prove the point, you thrust even harder.
Yes.
My legs are opened and I'm
turned so that I am again on my back. The blade of one of the ties
falls between my legs. It's red with a white pattern on
it. I wonder if you ever wear these ties in public. I'm
guessing no. But if so, do you think about the times you have tied
girls up with them? I am pulled out of the small daydream when I am
roughly pulled back down the bed so that my ass is handing off. I
know you have me in your thick, strong arms, so I don't find the need to
struggle back on the bed. My reward is you fucking me hard and so
very deep. I begin to choke on my words, and only shit actually
escapes.
Tell me! My name again calling my attention.
I wish I could
answer. I wish I could beg you for mercy. You are tearing
me apart from the inside. But I can't. I can't get them
out and don't really want to. When it's clear I can't answer, you go
on to say that you think you'll put me on my knees in my favorite position so I
can make you cum. And then you stop fully and work to untie all the
bindings. I don't get a moment to rest before I hear your commands.
Get down there. Get
in position and suck my cock like I showed you.
I get down on my knees and
immediately put you in my mouth. I am not given a chance to do
anything myself as your grab my head and tell me you want to fuck my
mouth. Thrusting hard, cutting off my air way with each
one. Deeper and deeper until you are fucking my
throat. My gag reflex is on the verge of getting triggered and you
let up and allow me to work with your instruction.
Suck it like I taught
you. I take you deeper leaving you wetter with each pass.
Get it nice and wet and stroke
it. My hand spreading my spit and working it to the tip.
Yes. Such a good
little cock sucker now aren't you? I just keep working, not
wanting to stop.
Who taught you how to suck a
dick like that? My name reinforcing an answer is expected, so I
relent but never stop my hand movement.
You did. I look up
at you with my answer and then go back to work.
I am ordered to suck your
balls, and it's been a long time, so I greedily get to work. Taking
one in, sucking just hard enough, swirling my tongue around it. Your
hand still working yourself and I love the feeling of your hand working so
closely to my face. I'm rewarded with your reply.
Ah! Just like
that. Feels good. Good fucking girl.
You hold your dick up to signal
I should switch sides, and I comply. Work your other ball in my
mouth and take a few moments to look up at you watching me. Again
sucking just hard enough and swirling my tongue around it before letting it
go. Pulling it again, a little more aggressively. My hair
is pulled tight at the scalp and I'm pulled back to see how close you are to cumming. I
lick the tip. Again, my head is grabbed and you fuck my
throat. Just on the verge of triggering my gag reflex
again. The sound of your pleasure not allowing me to back
down. I'm not sure if you can feel the trigger or not, but you ease
up and pull out again, ordering me to go back to sucking your
balls. Specifically I should try to get them both in my mouth.
I smile a little as I know that
this cannot happen. I have tried many times, but I try again to
please you. When it's clear that I can't do it, you counter with they're
just too big. I hum my yes and then let you fall from my mouth as I
listen to further instruction.
Lick my asshole and show me how
much you want me to cum.
I pull in closer as you raise a
leg for better access. I brush my tongue across it before I plunge
in. I push my face up, and pull your ass as close as possible while
I listen to your moans before I'm rewarded with another good girl that makes my
pussy throb again with need.
Do you want me to paint your
face or cum in your mouth?
I come out from underneath you,
releasing my grip of your ass and run my hands down your legs as I
answer. I want you to do whatever your mood calls for you to do.
I want you to tell me where you
want it.
Well…I think for the sake of
the video, you should paint my face. I can feel wax falling from my
breasts to my knees as I answer.
So do I.
Are you ready?
Yes.
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