Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me.

Anyway, long story short, the texting gets raunchy and moves to snapchat so there's no pixel trail. I'm being forward, she's being a bit more conservative. I'm happy to see that she still has some of her shyness and reserve– not that I don't love her as a confident woman, but corruption of innocence was a huge sexual theme for us, and one I'd love to pick back up.

Tension keeps building as the week goes on– she'll send me a quick video of her flashing the camera and blushing, or a quick text about wishing I was there in bed with her. Nothing too kinky– she's playing her cards close to the chest, or she's actually a little shy.

Over the past few years I've developed an interest in light bondage, and have filled a little box with handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, and ropes. I let hints of that slip into our conversation: "I can't wait to tie you to my bed and spank you till you beg me to make you cum", that sort of thing. She quickly perked up and showed an interest– apparently it had been on her list for a long time but she'd never been restrained like that before.

Finally, it's Saturday. I've had a boner for 3 days and am about ready to call a doctor (or a prostitute). She says she'll be over at 7, shows up at 9. God dammit I hate/love this girl so much. She just knows how to get me worked up.

She knocks on the door and I force myself to wait 20 seconds before I walk over and let her in.

"Hey babe," she smiles and leans in for a kiss. "You're late," I say, trying my hardest to sound stern but probably smiling a little. "That means you need to get punished." She gives an exaggerated suggestive eyebrow wiggle and saunters over through the kitchen, sashaying her round ass in a straight gray pencil skirt, glancing back at me over her shoulder. And for a second, I almost let her fuck me.

A day may come when the courage of men fails, when I forsake my pride and let a woman tie me to the bed. But it is not this day! This day we fight! (sorry, just saw that movie last night)

She'd been in my head since the last time I'd seen her and she knows it. Now, it was time to take back control. I stepped in front of her and grabbed her by the hand. I led her into the bedroom and spun her around to sit her on the edge of the bed. I pulled out the bottom drawer on my dresser– my sex drawer– and pulled a blindfold over her eyes before she could so much as react. She let out a soft "mmmm".

I let the tension build for a minute as I stood silently. She turned her head side to side, listening, apprehensive, and ran her fingers along the edge of the bed.

"Strip"

She seemed a little taken aback, but stood up and quickly pulled her blouse over her head. Her boobs were tightly constrained in a black bra that was probably too small for her. I'd never seen them so big, or with cleavage so deep. She reached for the clasp and I grabbed her arms, stopping her.

"Leave the bra"

She lowered her hands and unzipped the skirt. With a quick shimmy it dropped to the floor, and her bare pussy came into view. No underwear. She smirked a little.

I spent a minute admiring her body. Her legs were much tauter than they'd been in grad school– she'd clearly been working out.

"I told you I was going to tie you up and spank you, didn't I?" She nodded.

"Then get on the fucking bed"

I pulled two silk ropes from the drawer and as quickly as I could tied each arm to opposite corners of the head of the bed. She was facedown, two pillows under her hips, and she was totally vulnerable.

Slowly, I pulled off my belt, exaggerating the thwap-thwap-thwap of it going through the belt loops. I doubled it over in my hand, and smacked it in the opposite palm.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" She nodded.

"Tell me"

She swallowed. "They get punished."

"Yes they do, Caitlin. Yes they do." And with that, I smacked her upturned ass with the belt. She jumped at the pain and the noise, and let out a little gasp. I reached over with the other hand and started rubbing the cheek, then smacked it again with the belt. She tensed, hands pulling the ropes taut. SMACK. SMACK. She was whimpering a little bit now, and her right cheek was red. I rubbed it some more, then switched the belt to the other hand.

"Have you been thinking about me fucking you?" SMACK. "Because I've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you." SMACK. "I'm going to lick your little cunt from behind until you squirt all over my face." SMACK. "And then I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy till I feel you coming around me." SMACK. "And then I'm going to fuck that ass just the way you like it until I fill you up with cum." SMACK. "And you're going to fucking love it." SMACK.

At this point she was getting visibly aroused, and her breathing had picked up. Her hands were clenching and unclenching sporadically.

I stopped moving for a minute and was quiet. Caitlin wriggled her hips back at me and stopped, listening, waiting. I touched the inside of her thigh and she jumped. I pulled my finger away and she whimpered a little. Over the next five minutes I got closer and closer to her pussy, spreading her legs further and further apart.

Finally, I lowered my mouth to her and licked her once from clit to her anus. Her pussy was soaked, and tasted delicious. I went to work on her, flicking her clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, lapping at her hole, back to the clit. In less than a minute she clenched her core and moaned "holy fuuuuck" and started shaking. I just sucked her clit into my mouth and held on for dear life. I didn't stop through the course of her orgasm, and no sooner had she quieted down then she moaned "oh god I'm going to cum again, don't fucking stop" and her legs clamped down around my head. This one was shorter, but seemed to be more powerful.

"Stop, stop, I need a sec" she panted, but I remembered how her body worked. Orgasms are like dominoes with her– get that first one, and the rest are practically automatic.

I slipped two fingers into her and quickly found her g-spot. Ten seconds later, her pussy clamped down so hard it pushed my fingers out of her.

"FUCK fuck fuck fuck holy shit what are you doing to me" she moaned, and just like that I was pushing back inside. I did the "walking man" on her g-spot as I sucked on her clit, and this time she screamed. I've fucked this girl half a hundred times and have probably made her come half a thousand, and I don't know if I've ever really made her scream. There was a gush (not a squirt, quite, but I'll take it) all over my hands and face, and her thighs started jerking around like she was in the electric chair. After what seemed like 5 minutes (and was probably a solid 60 seconds) she stopped. It was quiet for a second, and she murmured "this is the best sex I've had in years and I think your pants are still on."

Not for long, babe. Not for long.

Part 2 coming soon! I think I have carpal tunnel from getting the first half of this encounter on paper (screen?). Let me know if you have any comments/ suggestions for writing style/ wrist surgeon referrals/ bondage tips (I'm pretty new to BDSM and am definitely looking for more ways to branch out).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3nsn9e/update_21_tying_up_the_innocent_girl_mf