I wake up feeling groggy, like I’ve slept for days yet haven’t slept enough. Soft morning sunlight pouring in my window, the sound of birds sweetly singing outside. It takes me a little while to fully come around. I rub my eyes and yawn, when suddenly flashes of the previous night flicker through my sleepy mind. The powder blue silk, the restraints holding my wrists and ankles in place, the fear, soft olive skin and piercing brown eyes, the pleasure and the pain. The unparalleled ecstasy I felt…and the shame that twisted pleasure bore within me. Was it all a dream? A nightmare?
I quickly find my answer hanging in the air; The musky intoxicating scent of a man still lingers there and floats around me. I look down and see that I am no longer restrained, no longer dressed in powder blue, or anything for that matter. This isn’t very unusual as I often sleep in the nude in the summer months. I wonder if my sense of smell has deceived me.. Was it all a fever dream afterall? Then I see it. My heart skips a beat. On the chaise long beside my bed. A baby pink lace garment of some sort, not mine. Draped over the pretty lace is what looks like sheer white thigh high stockings; on top of which lies a hand written note. The penmanship is quite elegant. I pick it up and read it. “Good morning, my pretty little doll. I missed you when you were sleeping. I texted your boss and told her you’re not feeling well, so we have all day to play. Take a shower and slip into this. I’ll be with you soon. I’m making you breakfast”.
I instinctively run to my bedroom door and frantically try to open it. Locked from the outside. I hear footsteps and the rattle of China in the kitchen. He is making breakfast. What a fucking psychopath. A tall dark and handsome, velvet tongued psychopath. I’m suddenly flooded with memories of his previous violation. His strong yet gentle hands on my body. His perfect lips devouring me.. As well as the valid disgust and horror his actions should provoke, I feel a contrasting flutter of lust which makes me blush. What has become of me? What has this beast awoken within me? I hate him for making me feel this way. Confused and scared of what he might be capable of, yet still eager to find out; eager to feel his hot breath on my skin one more time. Maybe I’m the crazy one here. I step into my ensuite and I take a long shower. I put on some makeup and do my hair. I dress myself in the pink lace teddy he has chosen for me. It’s a little see through but not garish. It is apparent that I’m not wearing any panties. He didn’t leave me any. The shade of pink is not a colour I would have chosen but it suits me, perfectly complimenting my porcelain skin. The long white stockings make me feel like a doll. His pretty little doll. Yes, I’m definitely crazy.
I make my bed neatly and sit on the edge, waiting for him to come to me. Within minutes he knocks on the door gently. “Are you ready?” His voice does something to me. “Yes” I reply nervously. He walks in. He is just as I remembered. He brushes his dark hair back with his hand and I am again hypnotised by those big brown eyes, even more striking in the light of day. He is dressed in a white shirt and light blue jeans. The white cotton makes his olive skin glow. He is carrying a breakfast tray which holds a large stack of blueberry pancakes and two tall glasses of orange juice. I suddenly realise how hungry I am. He looks me up and down before smiling broadly, nodding in approval. “Perfect.” he whispers. He must see me eyeing up the pancakes because he says “Not yet my dear. We play and then we eat. But only if you’re a good girl and do as I say.” I tremble a little and nod obediently.
“Lay down” he says. His voice is a little harsher now. I do as I’m told. I lay down in the middle of the bed. “Show me those perfect little titties of yours”. My hand shakes a little as I pull down the front of my negligé, my pert little breasts fall out. “Hmm.. now play with them for me.” My face gets hot and I feel all of the blood in my body rush to my cheeks. My embarrassment clearly shows. I feel awkward and uncomfortable. “Don’t be shy”, he says as a smile curls across his lips, obviously relishing my coy demeanor. I caress my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and squeezing gently. “Just like that” he says as he unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing his toned torso. He towers over me like a bronze Adonis. My eyes follow his fingers as he undoes each button. I realise I’m now staring at the impressive bulge visibly growing in his jeans. I blush even more and look away, wondering if he noticed my wandering gaze. He did. He laughs softly under his breath. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, stepping out of them. His tight white boxer shorts do little to hide his large manhood, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Show me that beautiful pussy” he demands.
I lift the lace garment obediently, unveiling my well groomed, pale pink slit. He is the one looking a little flushed now. He pulls down his underwear and steps out of them, his big beautiful cock springing forth. I have never inspected a member so closely. It is rock hard and it is big, perhaps much bigger than average. I don’t have much to compare it to because I’ve only been with a few men. But his manhood is considerably bigger. My eyes are glued to it. His eyes glued to my now throbbing, aching pussy. “Touch yourself for me”. I am like a robot now, a slave to his desires, and my own. I don’t even think, I just do as he says. “Look at me stroke my big hard cock for you as you play with your perfect little pussy for me.” He takes his beautiful cock in his hand and begins to slowly stroke it.
My hands move as if they have a mind of their own, instruments of his will. I spread my legs and I gently touch my clit. I let out a soft moan as my fingers make contact. It is extremely sensitive and aching a little from the multiple orgasms the night before. I bring two fingers down between my lips and back up, coating them in the abundance of fluid and rubbing it all over my pussy. I usually need to use lubricant when I take a lover, but not with him. He hasn’t even touched me and I am drenched. The sight of him slowly stroking himself is all the lubricant I need. I have never been so wet. He spits into his hand and rubs the saliva all over his cock in an attempt to match the wetness coming from my leaking pussy. He picks up the pace and I follow his lead. “Look into my eyes” he growls. I rub my clit a little harder now, a little faster. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and soft moans. The only other sound is our wet hands gliding over our most intimate parts. Pleasing each other by pleasing ourselves. I rub my pussy, my fingers alternating between stroking up and down between my soft wet pussy lips, then circling my throbbing little clit. My eyes fixated on his hand as it glides smoothly along the length of his thick, veiny cock. His other hand caresses his balls as his moans become soft whimpers. His hungry eyes meet mine.
He can tell I’m getting close as I moan loudly and begin to whimper. I arch my back and rub my clit even faster now, maintaining eye contact. There is no shyness now. I have nowhere to hide. I am his. The wet slick sounds of my flowing juices fill the room. His moans take on a desperate tone, matching my own. I’m right on the edge of the ultimate orgasm when… “Stop” he suddenly says. His gruff voice startles me and I let out a disappointed whimper, reluctantly obeying. “You cum when I say you cum. Understand?” He almost growls. “Yes” I say struggling to catch my breath. “Good girl.”
He walks around the bed and climbs on top of me. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me for the first time. It is a deep, hungry, ravenous kiss. I moan into his mouth and let out a little squeak as he grabs my breast a little too hard, squeezing it harshly. I run my hands through his hair and he quickly grabs my wrists, roughly holding them above my head, reminding me who’s boss. His lips move to my neck as he sucks hard, bruising my skin before biting down. I moan loudly in pain and pleasure. He looks into my eyes now. A smile, forming on his lips. It is not a friendly smile. His eyes are wild. He scares me. He is not gentle with me anymore. He gets off the bed and pulls me around by my waist until I’m lying sideways on the bed, throwing me around like a rag doll. I feel suddenly small and fragile. My long hair dangling off the edge of the bed, he stands by my head. “Open your mouth”. I’m not in any position to refuse.
He slides his big cock between my lips and into my mouth. His cock is too big for me to take even half of it but he forces it anyway. It squeezes its way into my throat, making me gag momentarily before I compose myself. He leans forward and begins to rub my clit fast and hard. My eyes water as he holds my head in place and fucks my throat. He looks into my eyes as he wraps a hand around my throat, with his hand he can feel his cock pressing against the front of my neck. He squeezes a little and I almost pass out, tears running into my ears. He is rubbing my clit furiously now as he fucks my throat harder and faster. He is like a wild animal, untethered, his lust knows no boundaries.
This is what I was afraid of and this is what I wanted. To be used. To be owned. To be free. I give in to him completely. In this moment I am not myself. I am not anyone. I am nothing but an object for his pleasure. His pleasure has become my own as I get closer and closer to that sweet release. He grunts loudly, looking into my tear-filled eyes. “Come with me” he growls. With one final thrust into my throat he pushes two fingers inside me. That’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge into that beautiful abyss. Time stands still as we come together. Ecstasy flowing from his body to mine. Each pump of hot cum shooting down my throat is mirrored by the spasms of my aching pussy around his fingers as I come violently with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. In that moment my orgasm meets his and they melt into one. We are one. He finally releases me and we fall onto the bed together. Covered in each other’s sweat and cum. We look deep into each other’s eyes and I wonder… Who is this man who knows me better than I know myself. I don’t even know his name but we see into each other’s souls. Who is this beautiful monster and how did he find me. How did I ever exist without him.
He kisses me softly on the forehead. “Let’s have some pancakes”.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c4y9cu/mf_freed_by_your_restraints_part_2_a_beautiful