11 minutes later, she knew she was mine [mf][bdsm][rope]

11 minutes. That’s all it took.

Sure, in theory there was more preparation than that. We had been chatting for a couple weeks, and I casually collected information on her – self defense training, normal workout habits, the general size difference between the two of us (none, rarely and a whole foot shorter).

And we already had an exhausting 4-hour sex marathon two nights before, enough so that we both agreed to take a night off to recover.

But the rest was making her cocky, and she kept challenging me.

“Fight me,” she said.

We both finished up our work for the night and headed to the hotel. It was about 15 minutes closer to me, so I warned her that I’d be setting my traps.

First I laid some rope lines under the mattress. Hotel furniture design is notorious for not having any good anchor points to tie to, but I made do. The weight of a mattress with a body on top of it is a lot of friction. And I added some shackles to those ropes for quick use before hiding them under the covers.

I left a roll of duct tape on one bedside table, and some zip ties on the other. I cut some more rope, hiding some under the lounge next to the window, then draping two obvious lengths over the TV on the other side of the room. I left the safety gear, lube and impact tools on that counter, too.

She texted me that she was parking, and I started the stopwatch. Down the elevator and trying to find her with a spare hoodie to hide from the rain, then back up to the 8th floor. We took a moment to empty her pockets of anything that might hurt her if she slammed into a wall or struggled too much. She laughed at my “traps” with the two ropes over the TV. I let her believe that was the only preparation. I pretended to be annoyed by her bratty mockery, and put her in a headlock.

A lovely thing about hotels are those full-length mirrors – squeezing her neck with one arm, rubbing her pussy with my free hand, telling her she’s a bad girl.

I already knew what a easy cummer she was. And she was clever enough to figure out her problem – if she started to cum, her legs would go weak and she’d choke. She had two choices, fight me and try to stop the headlock, or fight me and try to keep my fingers away from her pussy. She failed at both, and started to weaken.

Maybe I could have spent less time torturing her. Then again, it was fun. And it distracted her enough to let me throw her face-down on the bed.

Before she could escape or roll over, I was pinning the backs of her legs. It was close to the duct tape, so I looped her ankles together.

I had moments now. She started to try to peel off the duct tape. When she was distracted, I grabbed one wrist and lashed it up with one of the hidden ropes. I’m not sure she realized where it came from. But I made the knot just complicated enough to distract her again, buying enough time to grab the other end of the rope.

Desperation started to set in for her. She was still on her face, her legs were useless, and one arm was roped towards the headboard while the other was in between my much larger hands, getting deftly knotted up.

I paused the stopwatch at 11 minutes. That’s how long it took to bring her into the room and make her completely helpless. I teased her and took some celebratory pictures, before pulling down her pants and panties. I gave her ass a couple spanks, then got back to work.

The next trick was spreading her legs. I used some of the under-bed rope to shackle one leg, then I cut the duct tape loose. I risked her one free leg kicking me to fully remove her bottoms, but it wasn’t that hard to pin the free leg to fuck her insanely wet pussy. My little fucktoy’s body loved being helpless, even if her words were all grumpy.

I spent some time fucking her and spanking her ass, but was in no hurry to untie her. I wanted to make her cum a lot more, but that butt was going to be a problem. It was one of the most amazing asses I’ve ever had the pleasure to grope, spread or spank. And it was thick enough to make eating her out while face down impossible. I needed to change her ropes.

First I took her left hand, the one pointing to the foot of the bed, and tied it behind her back. I also wrapped some duct tape over the knots. Then I rolled her over, grabbing her free leg and shackling it to the other side of the bed. Now she was on her back, legs forcibly spread, one hand above her head and one tied and under her.

And we were just getting started.

I pushed up her top to tease her recently pierced nipples with my tongue, and started alternating between my tongue, my fingers and my cock on her pussy. I kept this up for about a half hour, but started to realize I had a mental block stopping me from cumming. Her top – she was going to need to wear it into work in the morning, and we didn’t consent to me cumming on her work clothes.

I didn’t bother mentioning this to her. Instead I railed into her until I was about to burst, then I leapt towards her face and grabbed her by the hair. I was expecting to give her a facial. She lurched forward and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of cum.

She kept licking. I could feel what she was trying for. I had been torturing her clit post-orgasm over and over, overloading her sensitivity. She was trying to overload me now. It was working. I really didn’t want to let her win. I set my jaw and did my best to ignore how much I wanted to gasp from the post-cumshot cocksucking.

She gave up right before I broke.

“Damn it,” she said. “I was hoping you got sensitive too.”

“You mean like this?” I asked.

I grabbed her pussy and slid two fingers in. She moved to stop me, momentarily forgetting that she was completely tied up. She pouted for a brief flash, then it melted into unbridled lust as again her pussy betrayed her.

This time, I decided to be more malicious, forcing her to ride out longer and longer orgasms, watching her strain against the ropes. She managed to twist the ropes around her torso 180 degrees, so that now her had was anchored to her belly. If I didn’t tug on her ropes, she could cover her clit, but not her pussy. I alternated by letting her “guard” herself, only to have my fingers inside of her, or pulling her hand away, only to force her into the bliss of my mouth on her clit.

Occasionally I’d take breaks, mostly to rest my arms. Each time, I invited her to try and escape. At one point, she removed the duct tape from her wrist and was extremely proud of herself, until she realized it was purely cosmetic and she was still trapped. So I taught her the magic words. When she was ready, all she had to say was, “You win, I lose,” and I would let her out of the ropes.

Eventually she gave up, with me recording her surrender on my phone. About five minutes later, she pretended to not have said that, so we played the recording back a couple times.

For punishment, I had her take off the last of her work clothes. I pinned her down to the bed, pushed her legs open, and started to fuck her hard. I wasn’t worried about making a mess of her, or of hurting her wrists by having her strain against the rope. Now I was just enjoying having captured my prey, giving into my animalistic urges. I pulled out just in time, coating her face, bra and belly with cum.

I rolled over in a heap. She tried to pounce on the weakness, the fatigue of my “old man” body. She also completely forgot that a really hot woman being a brat to me will always give me a surge of hormones, a hard cock and a desire to put her in her place.

So while my legs weren’t working, I still had enough command of the situation to order her to sit on my cock. This was a fun exercise for me. With a woman on top, I rarely cum, but I can stay hard for a long stretch. For her, my cock was about an inch too long. If she sat up completely straight, her pussy was stretched past the limits. The previous time we fucked, I found that she could last about 60 seconds sitting up before a quivering orgasm shuddered down her thighs.

I made her sit up. I grabbed my phone and started to record video of her grinding against me. I had her take her bra off.

Her thighs started to shake.

She started to slump down.

My free hand grabbed her neck. She wasn’t going to get a break.

She figured out my plan as her eyes went wide. She started to whimper a chant of, “No no no no,” punctuated with loud, pleasant curses as each surge of pleasure overroad her brain. I set down my phone and let my hands drift down to her tits, only to grope tightly around her extremely sensitive pierced nipples. And when I really wanted her to be a mindless fucktoy, I ran my finger over her clit.

When I finally let her go, she fell into a heap next to me, more exhausted that I was before. But her constant quivering was basically edging me for about a half hour. I was going mad and needed a release. I pounced on her, fucking her even harder. I knew it was hurting her, but I could also see that she was cumming at the same time. I aimed more or less for her tits, and still left a wake of cum across her body.

I got her a towel, and we snuggled for a bit. She accidentally stroked my ego, admitting that I make her cum in a way that normally only her sex toys are capable of. I noted that I’m definitely going to be enjoying the videos of us playing later, then decided to pull up the video of her on top of me. It was stunning, and I showed it to her. She wiggled with excitement, then joked that she wanted to do it again, right now.

What she didn’t know is the video was already making me hard again. Honestly, I was just going to let it calm down and pass out. But she was bluffing, and I had to call it. I made her get back on my cock.

I was a little nicer this time, letting her rest more often in between her quivers. At this point she was in full worship of my cock, pushing her body willfully past it’s limits to get more and more fucked. She was lasting shorter and shorter periods of time before collapsing back on my chest, trying to breath. It got down to about 20 seconds up before hitting her limits.

Towards the end, I started bear-hugging her and fucking upwards. The edging was driving me mad, and she was taking drastically longer to break this time. When she finally finished, I was boiling with primal lust. I could feel how tight her pussy was from swelling up. I knew that my body was going to be a wreck in the morning. But I didn’t care. This little fucktoy slut was the center of all of my attention, and I wanted to pound her tiny body into the mattress.

I put a hand over her mouth, and another around her neck. I looked her right in the eyes and told her that she’s helpless, there’s nothing she could do to make me stop. This was all for my pleasure, and I was going to use her however I saw fit.

I watched as her eyes rolled back into that, “Oh fuck that is good” look that she’d been abusing. I gave her one last hard thrust, and only just barely pulled out before cumming over her tiny body again.

At that point, we could barely move. We had to crawl back to comfortable positions on the bed, and quickly passed out. I was so drained that even in the morning, I still wasn’t recovered. I was going to need at least another 12 hours.

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