Wrapping her up tight [MF] [BDSM]

Emma is fascinating. She is a researcher at heart and in training. She does a literature review for almost any decision ranging from her dissertation proposal to instapot recipes. She also has a fairly comprehensive bibliography of sex acts that she would love to try out. In November, she showed me a blog post from a writer who posts four or five scenes a year. They are hot as hell although frequently her stories have at least one thing hitting a hard limit. However this one post looked plausible. I filed the fantasy away for future use.

And now today was the day that she would be used.

We had spent the morning loafing around my apartment. We had walked to the open air market a few blocks from my condo to pick up fresh food for dinner. While we were there, we ran into Katie and her husband. I had not played with Katie in a while. She looked great and as we sipped coffee and dipped biscotti, she told us that she was expecting her second child next summer. And this time, I would not be needed as a surrogate fucker, but if we wanted to play, we should give her a call in the second trimester when she was ready to fuck a door knob. We smiled at our shenanigans during her last pregnancy. I think either me and Emma or me and Natalia or all five of us will play together sometime after Katie is done with morning sickness.

As we got back to my apartment and put the groceries away. As soon as I got the pork loin and root vegetables into the crockpot, my red headed lover stretched, and I kissed her before I took her wrists in my hand and held them behind her back. She melted into my mouth and I pressed against her body. One of my legs went behind her, so she was trapped and wrapped against me. I broke the kiss.

“Stay here”

“Yes sir” She smiled. She knew I had a scene in mind for her but she did not know what it was yet. I placed a fast blindfold on her; it was more a vision blocker that had to be honored in the breach instead of a strict control device. As I backed away, I took her long, strong fingers and slid them into the waist of her skirt. “You may do whatever you wish to while away the time”

“Yes sir” She giggled.

Giggling is not conducive to big dick domming. But it is conducive to fun.

I went to my office, and pulled out my surprise for her. It was a brand new vacuum bed. I spent the next few minutes assembling the frame and connecting the pump to the thin latex walls. One of the side effects of being a widower benefiting from a significant life insurance policy is that I could afford good gear without thinking too hard about the price.

I walked back into the living room and Emma was still standing where I had left her. She was lightly fingering herself, lingering over her clit and only having stimulation around her pussy. I saw her hand move slightly and regularly and little moans and gasps as she found the right spot.

“Hands out, clothes off and scene on”

She pouted as she pulled her hand out of her skirt and began to get out of her blouse and calf length skirt.

Soon she was standing in the living room in just a bright green demi-lune bra and matching boy shorts. Fuck, my lover is sexy. She started to take off her bra, and I stopped her with a kiss. I wanted to unwrap my present. My fingers slid around her back and the three little clasps yield to me. Her nipples pressed against my chest as I sucked on her neck behind her ears. I knelt, leaving a trail of kisses on her clavicle and between her breasts and onto her stomach, I tongued her belly button like it was her clit prompting both a moan and a laugh. My fingers arced above her hips, my nails barely touching her skin. I inhaled her, feeling her arousal touch every nerve in my nose, memories leaving me and anchoring me in the only the now. My tongue ran along the top of her underwear as my fingers scraped down her flanks and her hips moved towards me. As I unravelled her last layers, I ran my tongue ever so slowly along the edge of the V of her thighs. As her panties went past her knees, I kissed her lips and allowed my tongue to enter her, tasting her sweetness and acid and musk and salt, a concoction that the finest chef would charge hundreds of dollars for on a prix-fixe menu. Her panties touched the ground and I kissed near her clit, slowly bringing the hard nub onto my lips and rolling my tongue to each moan. Her fingers were digging into the back of my neck as she was holding on for balance.

I reached behind her and pulled her tightly to me before laying her down. Once I was sure she was settled and safe, I slid two fingers into her mouth. She eagerly licked and sucked on them even as I shifted slightly so my knees were off to her side. I took my fingers and slid them into her. My thumb began to rub her clit even as I rolled my tongue along her lips. My index finger and middle finger curled into a short hook as I ran over the dimples just above her urether. My hand shook back and forth, pressure on, and pressure off. I started to suck on her clit as her hands reached for my still clothed ass and squeezed each cheek tightly. Emma was getting close and then as I formed a seal with my lips over her clit and sucked all the air in while rolling her hardness with my tongue, she started to cum. It was not an earth shaking, soul destroying, life altering orgasm, but it was enough to render her incapable of speech for the next minute. I smiled as I licked her taste off my lips and put my fingers back into her mouth for cleaning. I get so turned on seeing my lover taste herself.

I kissed her still body and then went to the office. I grabbed the three things that I needed and quickly returned to the living room. A squirt of lube on an egg and then I slid that egg into her wet, warm, inviting pussy. I turned it on and she squirmed as the pulsing vibrations kept her going. And then I dried my hands on a towel and took off the blindfold. Her eyes darted in confusion as she saw me pouring baby powder on my hands. I rubbed the white talcum powder up and down her paying particular attention to her breasts, thighs and face. She wanted to ask questions but I told her not to worry. A few minutes later, she was smelling fresh and clean and looked like an extra from a bad horror movie.

I smiled and helped her up off the floor. I took her by her hand and opened the office door.

She squealed when she saw the vacuum bed.

“For me?”

“Yes”

“You shouldn’t have….”

“Yes I should, I can afford it, and this seemed to be turning you on a lot….”

She jumped up, clamped her strong legs around my waist and kissed me. I just wanted to fuck her right there, but that was not in my scene script. I would have lost so many scenes to improvised fucking.

We finally broke, and I replaced some of the baby powder that was now on my shirt and pants.

“Safe word is three grunts….”

“Three grunts…”

I placed a pair of Bluetooth noise cancelling headphones on her ears. She stepped between the latex sheets. At first her legs were close together, and I asked her to spread them. I had her place a blood oxygen and pulse monitor on her finger before she put her arms in a comfortable position. She got into the sack before we placed the the breathing plug into her mouth. A practice set of grunts and away we went. I sealed the contraption and turned on the pump. Suddenly the sheets started to tighten as the air pressure in the bag was cut in half. A few more seconds we were down to a quarter of the atmosphere ambient pressure. Emma’s nipples were standing out, proud and erect even as the pressure was trying to push them down. Another few seconds and I could see every curve of her body. I looked closely and saw that she had closed her eyes. A few more seconds and there was less than a tenth of an atmosphere. I turned on the MP3 of white noise that piped directly into her head and cranked up the egg’s vibrations.

Forty eight seconds from the start, my lover was encased in latex. The two sheets held less than one hundredth of an atmosphere’s worth of pressure. She could not move. I placed a pair of headphones with a voice channel microphone on my head. I just had to press down to interrupt the white noise and speak into her ears.

“One grunt for Green, two for Yellow, three for Red”

She grunted once.

I switched back to the white noise.

We were good to play.

I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a quirt. This is one of my favorite toys as the balance between control and power is exquisite.

I also took out a clock that I had programmed in a random timer from anywhere between one second to one hundred seconds. I had an idea of what I wanted from the scene and it was pure randomness of control.

A few warm-up strikes of the quirt against the latex covering her breasts created a few louds gasps and a rapid inhalation of air. I moved my target down and gave her three flicks on the top of her right hip. And now I turned on the clock. The clock would flash green when time was up. I had two seconds before a new number would appear.

Four light strikes on her left thigh.

Thud, thud, thwack, thwack. The latex intermediated the pressure differently than I had experience with. The clock went red, 18 seconds to rest and recover. I moved myself to the other side of my encased lover and waited for the green. Three soft strikes on her right inner thigh. Four seconds of red — two hard strikes on her right breast. Seventy one seconds now.

The wait was starting to drive her nuts. Needy moans escaped from the black breathing tube. Short shallow breaths were not filling her lungs with the air that she needed. Finally, I had a green light and five gentle taps along her left pussy lip made a gasp escape. Thirty eight second pause before the counterpoint strikes to the right occurred. Seventeen seconds as I placed the long, hard wooden rod between her lips and pressed down.

I played this game of not knowing for fifteen minutes with a few stoplight checks. I could pick my nose with my erection as Emma needed release, she needed to move, she needed to respond. She needed everything that she was being denied.

Finally, I was done with this game and I placed the quirt aside. I plugged in our Hitachi and cranked up the egg to maximum pulse. I placed a second clock on the desk. This had a strict thirty second count-down that would repeat. The Kindle with the pulse and oxygenation information was propped up next to the timer. She had good oxygenation (97%) and her pulse was going at about 90 beats per minute — fast but not dangerous for someone in the shape that she is in (resting rate of 56).

I knelt down on her left side. My right hand controlled the wand, my left hand went to the breathing tube. As soon as the clock turned over from 00:00 to 00:30, I squeezed the tube and placed the Hitatchi on her clit.

She could not breathe. All air was cut off even as the vibrating head assaulted her.

First round was for only ten seconds.

Into the voice channel I spoke: “One for Green, 2 grunts for Yellow, 3 Grunts Red”

She immediately grunted once. And then silence except for the strong breaths she was taking

The clock turned over again. Nothing happened yet as every session would have a minimum thirty second recovery mirror.

And then the clock turned over again. This time, I pinched the tube shut and turned the Hitatchi on. The first few seconds saw little immediate reaction and then the tablet showed her pulse hitting 120 and oxygen starting to be used. She was in fight or flight after fifteen seconds of no air.

Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty five… and I let go of the breathing tube and took the wand off her clit.

She grunted once as she started to recover again. Her pulse slowed and oxygenation went up.

Over the next thirty minutes, we played this game. Stimulation (and three orgasms) for breath. Sometimes we went the entire thirty seconds, other times, ten or twelve seconds. Once as I knew she was getting close to a monster, I was an evil bastard and only gave her eight seconds, just enough to start the adrenaline cycle before I gave her back her breath at the cost of pleasure.

Finally we were done. I opened the bag and removed the breathing plug. She laid there, exhausted and recuperating from the mind and body fuck that she had gone through. We pulled out the vibrating egg. I stroke her hair and whispered into her ear that she was amazing and beautiful and sexy and powerful and amazing again and again. I was next to her on the floor for a few minutes before I could get her out of the vacuum bed. I lifted her up, her arms around my neck and brought her to my bed where I wrapped myself around her, kissing her gently as she slowly came back up from her subspace.

Twenty minutes later, she had not spoken. I had been whispering my sweet nothings into her ear and nuzzling her neck. She then turned over, put her elbows on my chest and straddled me.

“That was an awesome Christmas present…. “ and then she smiled before kissing me and guiding my cock into her.

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