Some unexpected college bondage fun [FM] PT2, since you asked for it

We left off with our brainstorming session in the cafeteria, this amazingly attractive girl had pretty much just told me she wanted to combine our final photography project with a chance for the two of us to at least have some fun…

I had fantasized of course, and let’s be honest, jerked off to more than one photo I’d gotten of her, and especially her gorgeous feet…
But I’d never have even suggested taking things a bit more personal.

I agreed, of course, that this was the best way to make things authentic.

She smirked so adorably at that, it was a look I’d never seen from her before, and I liked what I saw behind her eyes.

We spent another hour discussing specifically what we’d set up for the shoot, each of us deciding how we’d photograph the other.

She decided she wanted to tie me to a chair, I opted for a classic hogtie for her.

She smirked again when I told her I wanted to hogtie her, and remarked that of course I’d choose the best way to access her feet.
I pointed out it was also a great way to get to the rest of her sensitive bits… if she wanted authenticity.
We decided to do it at her apartment, two days later. She had her living room set up as as a rather impressive studio, along with some decent quality lighting equipment and backdrops.
As we left the cafeteria, she couldn’t resist sneaking in a little teaser about her having lots of fun stuff at her apparent too…

I spent the next two days imagining what might happen, I had to be honest, I was even more turned on by the fact that we were going to document it all for the sake of art. It was really, really enticing to me.

I showed up at her place at 2 pm the day we’d chosen, camera bag on hand, and a new SD card to fill with photos.

I’d spent enough money on this full frame DSLR, I loved to get my money out of it.
I also had a few of my favorite props for shoots like this, a bright blue ball gag, a few coils of black rope, and some bandanas. Shed assured me she had the rest.

I knocked, nervously. Surprising I’d be nervous, I’d been to her appartment several times.
I’d even seen her and her friends naked enough, but this time… this was a little different.

The lock clicked open, and the door opened to reveal my studious partner, standing there in nothing but a pair of shorts, with a ball gag slung around her neck like a locket.

There was that smirk I’d come to love, as she beckoned me to enter.
She explained she’d been psyching herself up, no sense waiting.
I dropped my camera bag on her couch, her setup was already ready. There was a tripod, light boxes, a large backdrop, and an old wooden desk chair…

Now, keep in mind, we’d both been naked with each other, normally we kept things very professional. Either her or I would change into a robe in the bathroom, and then strip for the required shots, before getting redressed.

This time, this time she came up to me, and asked very straightforwardly if she could help me undress, for the sake of authenticity.
I was shaking, my heart pounding, as I nodded yes.
She leaned in and whispered into my ear that she was going to have fun with this. And before she pulled away, she kissed me.
It was unexpected, but amazing.
A perfect, long, lingering kiss.
She pulled away just enough to unbuckle my belt, and start working on my cargo shorts.
I genuinely dont remember much of the next minute or so, I was in heaven and I was rolling with it.
At the end on it all, I was naked, and she was purposely rubbing against my massive hard on to keep me on edge.
She sat me down in the chair, and with a striking efficiency, pulled a dark cloth over my eyes.
She chuckled at my surprised reaction and said not to worry, it was for effect.
Next, she said, came my gag. She said she had a surprise for me.
I obediently opened my mouth, and received exactly what I had expected… a pair of worn socks. I couldn’t see them, but I was certain they were black cotton, Nike ankle socks. Her usual.
They were dirty, salty, but not unpleasant. They tasted like her, and I loved it.

They were tied in place by something, I felt her knotting the gag around the back of my head.
Next, she moved on to my hands, binding them together behind the chair back.
She had a knack for sexy looking rope work, and I knew from experience it was as effective as it was aesthetic.

I figured my feet were next, but she left me there, and soon I heard the camera shutter.

I mewed quietly into the sock gag, and I was rewarded by a hand, wrapping around my shaft, and slowly starting to stroke.

The moans became louder, more pleading, I begged her to keep going, it felt amazing.
But she stopped, and there was more shutter clicking.

I’m sure she got what she was looking for. I couldn’t get more authentically desperate.

I was a fairly outcast, sexually frustrated college guy, desperate for more of anything she wanted to give me.
I remember thinking in this moment that she was right, there was only one way to get the authentic look she wanted.

When the camera stopped clicking, my bare feet were bound to the chair legs, and she started in again.
This time, I almost screamed when I realized she was on her knees between my legs, and I felt her lips on the head of my penis.

I’ll never forget what it felt like to have her push her lips against my head, forcefully, parting them only slightly as she let just the tip of my member into her mouth.
She then took more and more, until eventually her lips were at the bottom of my shaft.
Her tongue was amazing, the feeling of her throat and mouth working to hold back the gag reflex as she started bobbing up down.
I was instantly desperate to wrap my hands around her head, to stop her from doing anything but continuing. The noises ahead made, the wet, sloppy gagging sound was perfection, and she used her tongue to torture the head of my dick when she lingered at the start of each bob.

I dont remember moaning or begging, but she told me after I was mumbling into the gag, begging her to go faster.

Again, she stopped, and again there was camera clicking.
I couldn’t take it, I remember wriggling against the ropes, struggling, curling my toes into the carpet, thrusting my hips, desperate for more.

She giggled at that, and when the camera stopped, there was a new feeling.

It didnt take me long to realize there was a foot in my face, the toes pressed against my nose, and my god, they smelled amazing.
She fiddled with my blindfold, pulling it up and off my head with her perfect, long toes.

I was greeted by the sight of her, sitting on a chair, now completely nude, and wearing her ball gag. Her left foot was inches from my face while her hands held her camera.

I remember saying through the gag “please, oh god please, your feet”

She stuffed both of her perfect bare feet into my face, snapping pictures the whole time.

I was in heaven, tied, gagged with socks that had been on these feet maybe an hour before, and smelling the naked toes of a girl I never thought I’d ever have this experience, or any experience with.

I wanted so many things, to be able to suck her toes, to lick her perfect soles, but simultaneously I was desperate to feel them on my aching hard on. God I remember wanting her toes on the head, wiggling in the not insignificant ammount of precum fairly streaming out of me.

I begged, and she obliged.
I almost exploded, it was perfect, amazing.

She used her slender, long soles and toes to bring me to the edge. I felt her sole on my head while the toes of the other foot pinned my shaft against my stomach.

I gave the game away by moaning louder and louder. But she seemed to stop just in time, like she knew.

I screamed in frustration, so desperate to cum, to feel more of her on me.

There were more photos, she looked so sexy behind the camera, wearing that ball gag, and naked as she worked. It had the effect, it kept me desperate.

Finally she stopped clicking the camera, she was behind me, and she leaned in, pulling her gag off.

She whispered into my ear, telling me one last time, one more round. She was sure I would like this.

There was her sneaker, laces loosened, and pulled over my nose.
It was her black and blue Nike, the shoe she always wore, and it smelled intoxicating. It smelled like her, like feet I was in love with, like the girl who’d been teasing me for what felt like hours.

She seated it over my nose and mouth and then used a spare scrap on cloth to tie it in place.
She then put her gag back in, and walked around to my front and without warning, straddled me.

She draped herself over my lap, facing me like a lover would, I felt my member against her, against her unsurprisingly warm and wet vagina.

For a second I thought she’d do it, take me inside her, the ultimate tease, but she stopped.
This time she moaned into her gag, wrapping one arm around my neck, and using the free hand to guide the head of my penis to her clit. She ground against me. Using me as a sex toy, a masturbation aid, and I didnt care.

My nose was full of the intoxicating stink of her sneaker, my mouth stuffed with her socks, and my vision full of this beautiful girl, ballgagged, eyes closed, as she let us both feel amazing.

Just feeling her on me, listening to her moan, feeling her thust against me faster, grinding against me. It was too much, and I came.
Hard, and fast, and screaming, the best orgasm I’d ever had up to that point. I threw my head back and I came without even being inside her, even that had been enough.

She was unfazed, my cum was just extra lube to her, she kept going, pulling herself off me just far enough to reach her fingers down, and she finished herself 30 seconds later, still sitting on my lap.

She pulled the gag out of her mouth, and leaned forward, kissing my neck as if to thank me.
She pulled herself off my lap, and grabbed her camera. There were pictures on my cum covered dick, the aftermath she’d later call it.

She put the camera down and got on her knees one more time, smiling fiendishly as she took me in her mouth again, taking my cum and hers with me.

When she was done, she looked up at me.
She rose to her feet, and pulled the sneaker off my face, looking me dead in the eyes as she uttered two words…

“My turn”

End of part 2

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