[MF] I got tied to the bed the first time I got fucked in the ass

This happened a couple years ago, when I was 23 and my boyfriend was 28. I’ve always had fun teasing and getting people riled up, and this night was no exception. I was at my boyfriend’s apartment (let’s call him Connor) and he was working late from home. This wasn’t super uncommon; he works in a high workload, high stress kind of job. Having to work late is one of the downsides, but one of the upsides is definitely the take charge personality type that kind of job attracts. Although he’s usually super sweet with me, he’s got a much more dominant, demanding side that I like to try to bring out. And as he was working away at his desk, the only thing I could think about was how fun it would be to see how badly I could distract him, how horny I could manage to make him as he tried to focus.

When I walked over to his desk, he was on a phone call. I tried just about all the tricks I could think of. I tried doing a little strip tease, running my hands over my body making sure to emphasize my perky B cups and round, curvy ass. I tried sending him a text detailing all the ways I wanted to fuck him when he got off his call. After every attempt, I’d leave his office hopeful that he’d follow me back to the bedroom, but after every attempt he only ended up horny and desperate for me to stop and let him finish up his work. Finally, I tried kneeling under his desk, feeling his rock hard cock through his jeans and undoing his fly to take him into my mouth. That was the last straw for Connor.

He put his phone on mute, pulled me up from under the desk, and told me that I should be careful. That if I kept up what I was doing, he was going to come into that bedroom, tie me to the bedframe, and fuck me in the ass. For context, we’d tried to do anal once before and it was a spectacular failure – he managed to get less than an inch inside me before I called it off because it hurt so bad. I’m a very petite woman (I’m only about 5’2″ and less than 100lbs. The only part of me that’s not small is my ass lol), and I know it’s a cliche but he is genuinely a very well endowed man. Regular sex can be painful, let alone anal, so this was an interesting threat. But to me, it just meant that the teasing was working, and that he was so distracted he could barely think. So of course the only response I saw fit was telling him “please do,” blowing him for a minute while he tried to keep it together on the phone, and leaving again in hopes he’d follow.

A few minutes later, I got my wish. Connor strode into the bedroom with a very evident single mindedness. “Take off your clothes and give me your wrists,” he commanded, in a tone that made me weak in the knees. For all that I enjoy the process of teasing, of working someone up to the point that they can’t take it anymore, what I enjoy most is the end result. The primal element, the *need* to fuck me right then, right there, however the fuck they please. The use of my body entirely for their pleasure, sometimes even at the expense of my own pleasure. Sometimes *especially* at the expense of my own pleasure.

I complied with his demands, stripping out of what little clothing I was still wearing more slowly than he would’ve liked, unable to resist adding that little bit of extra fuel to the fire. He brought out some black rope and tied it around each wrist. “Lie down on the bed,” was his next order. I got onto the bed, wet with anticipation. To my surprise, he didn’t stop at tying my wrists to the bedframe; he also tied my ankles to it, so I was face down spread eagle on the bed, entirely unable to move. Unable to put a stop to what was about to happen next – as he made sure to tell me, reveling in being the one in control and the one driving *me* crazy.

It didn’t take long for Connor to get to work. I felt the mattress shift slightly as he got onto the bed, and as I craned my neck to look behind me I could see him pulling the lube out of his nightstand. It started to occur to me that this may not have been my smartest idea. The anticipation was now mixed with a healthy dose of nervousness.

Before I could think about it for too long, I felt the coldness of the lube, and immediately after, the heat of Connor’s cock pressing against me. He took it slow at first, with slow shallow thrusts as he entered me. It *did* hurt, but I was too turned on to care at that point. As he made it deeper in me, it became very obvious that he was enjoying himself; I could hear his breath getting heavier and could practically feel the need with which he was fucking me. It was exactly what I had been looking for.

The slow fucking only lasted for a minute or two while he worked his way into me. Once he was fully in, he started fucking me fast, and hard. At this point that feeling of “maybe I’m going to have to call this off again” started to return. But weirdly, as he fucked me harder, it started to feel good as well. It was this weird mix of pain and pleasure, and I found myself involuntarily getting more vocal as both sensations got more intense.

Connor slowed way down, practically stopping to ask “Hey, are those good noises or bad noises? Do we need to stop?” And honestly, I didn’t know which they were. My best guess was maybe both. But I did know that I needed him to keep fucking me. And so that’s exactly what I told him.

I could feel the rope pulling on my wrists and ankles as he started fucking me roughly again, slamming into my ass with each thrust. Very suddenly, the pleasure got overwhelming and I found myself having the most surprising orgasm of my life. He’s fucked my ass a couple times since then, and I’ve never had this happen again. I’m legitimately not sure how it even happened, but I moaned, feeling my body shuddering. It was a strong orgasm, and felt somehow different than any other I’d had before.

My orgasm was pretty much what sent Connor over the edge as well. I could feel his movement getting more frantic, and with a groan I felt him cum inside me, pressed deep into my ass.

He quickly undid the ropes and we got into bed together for a little well-earned snuggling. When he asked me what I thought, I was surprised at my own answer: I’m going to have to tease you more often.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gfzaiq/mf_i_got_tied_to_the_bed_the_first_time_i_got