The virus lockdown has given me a punishment that I can’t share with any of my housemates. I’m craving relief, but my home, crowded with family, allows me no time alone to unleash the vibrator, or even to play with myself in the bath. Though I lie naked each night next to my partner, he’s unaware I desperately want to be tied, spanked, fingered and fucked. My lust is intense. It’s grown from idle thoughts in the back of my brain, into physical pain, lacking release.
There is, though, the knowledge that a short drive away, lies a man, and a place, willing to control what I crave. A man who, in a previous life, took time to attentively explore my naked body, and learn the subversive needs I have. How many times, while hiding away from the rest of the world, has my pussy quivered on the tip of his tongue? How many sweetly-dirty outfits did he supply? What toys were used to penetrate and pleasure me?
I try to forget. Because when I don’t, when the thoughts of secret sexual liaisons early in the morning at work, or drunkenly outside late at night, seep back into my brain, the blood stirs in my gut, and the wetness fills my pussy. I know what I’m deprived of, and I can no longer control myself.
Unable to resist, I nervously texted him, “I need you to tie me again.”
Always ready with instructions, he told me to drive to him, wear a sun dress, a thin bra, a ponytail, and no panties. Just those demands make me squirm. I know, too, that he prefers me close-shaven, smooth to the touch. I prepare accordingly. My nipples, alway long and regularly erect, are seemingly harder than usual, craving a touch, some teeth, or a clamp. But what shoes? I’ll certainly get caught leaving the house in high stilettos. I pack them discretely in my handbag, next to my folded-up thigh-high black stockings. His favorite.
I was meeting him at the “office,” really an empty farmhouse with peeling-paint walls and bare wood floors. I drove, half-believing I could turn back at any point. Instead, of course, I entered the back way I knew well, walked through the hollow four rooms, stopping only to don my shoes and stockings. I found myself at his closed door.
I’d been instructed to knock, and then turn around, back to the entrance. After far too long, I heard it open, and stood, shaking a bit, while he reached over my head, and slowly placed a tight blindfold over my eyes. My arms popped gooseflesh, wondering what his next step would be. He waited.
Was it seconds, minutes. My mind raced. Finally, the familiar feeling of fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them instinctively as they pushed in and out. His digits were salty and long. My lips, wet and hot, tightened around his thrusting fingers. He pushed farther, down to the back of my tongue, almost to my tonsils. The penetration was exquisite. My fists clenched. I felt my body sag, offering all the control I’d just given him. Then his fingers exit, and they’re replaced by the ball gag from earlier times. I open readily, and mouth the intrusion like a hungry animal.
He reaches and holds my wrists firmly, pulling them behind my back, pushing my fingers to intertwine. I knew I was not to release my hands until told. I’m standing still, waiting for something, muscles tense. But he does nothing. I’m unsure what to do, but I suspect he’s savoring me helpless and willing. My pussy starts to drip.
He turns me around, guides me into the room. The door shuts with a bang behind me. It’s cool inside, and I shiver a little bit. Temperature rises on my skin, and the pulsing in my pussy gets stronger. Again I stand still, feeling his eyes on me.
His fingers are now at my ankles firmly pushing them apart. My tippy shoes stutter sideways. Then he drags his nails slowly up the back of my leg, under my dress just to the bottom of my ass.
I’m shivering proper. His palms glide smoothly over my cheeks, exploring them, cupping their shape. I can feel his warm breath close to my skin. Then the tip of his tongue, that glorious tongue, dabs small circles, wet and warm.
My ass cheeks are spread, and he blows gently against my anus, the warmth traveling through my legs towards my lips and clit. It’s maddening. I want him to jam his face and lips against me.
But he stops, releasing my ass as his hands travel around my hips to my waist. I feel the dress crawl up my sides as he reaches around and strokes low along my belly. He’s lingering on my skin, teasing with his fingers down towards my pussy. He doesn’t reach for my clit, but instead smoothly moves his fingertips through the the inside of my thighs where they meet my pelvis.
A change in tempo now. He pulls me back hard, quickly jamming his tongue into my ass, holding me against his face. It’s delicious.
He retreats, pulls one hand off my belly and delivers quick hard slap to the naked right cheek of my ass. My knees shake. Another slap, this one harder the the first. It feels angry and vicious.
But then he stops once more, slowly bends me forward, and guides my arms and elbows to the slick wood of his desk. He spreads my legs wide.
Leaning over, staying still, with my naked ass pushing out and back, I wait. I’m electric from head to toe, anticipating his next move. He’s watching again, I can tell, taking in the the view of all of me open, open to whatever he wants.
I feel a drip, drip, drip on the very end of my spine. It is gliding down the center of my spread ass. More drips of liquid, slowly sliding to my asshole. He stops the fluid there and begins to massage the slick stuff into my tight, clenched hole. He’s playing. Rubbing circles, and dabbing his finger slightly in and out of my butt.
Now there is another feeling. Bigger, and solid. I wonder if it’s his cock. Slowly he’s pushing it into me, but it’s not hot like skin, but cool. He’s pushing harder now, and my asshole begins to allow entrance inside. It’s thin on one end, but far thicker as he pushes.
The plug is beginning to stretch me now, hurting a bit, but with a luscious, slow penetration. The diameter grows. It expands me. I want to cry out, but suddenly, the lip slips inside me and locks in place as my butt contracts. I’m full, excited, and the feeling is intense. He pulls playfully at the flange, expanding and shrinking my ass as it flexes my muscles.
Then there is a solid smack to my right cheek. And another, and another, followed by a gentle soft surface sliding against the red flesh. It’s leather. I know the feel, smooth and flexible. He switches to the other side of my ass, and spanks me hard with several blows. It’s marvelous, and my clit is aching. Again and again come the blows as my flesh starts to burn.
Guiding me to stand straight again, I face him though still unseeing from the blindfold. It’s impossible to tell who is working me. Im alone and being treated as I’d wanted. An anonymous man taking me.
Reaching down, hands start at my knees and, under my dress, glide up my body. To my waist, to my breasts. Under my arms. He pulls high and straight. My arms follow. The dress is off, and I stand before him naked, but for my stockings and bra.
He casually snaps his nails against my nipples, feeling each hard peak, then clamps them with two and three fingers. He starts soft, but ends by squeezing with all his power. The pain is sharp, and wonderful. I yip a short, high-pitched tone, tjen catch my breath with a gulp. His hands move to cup both breasts firmly. Holding their weight, squeezing and massaging them, swirling at the tips, and smoothing again on the undersides.
Now comes the rope. I recognize it immediately as he drapes a loop over my neck, dropping the lines down the front of my body. He’s slow, methodical, as he strokes my skin and ties knots down the front of my torso. I feel the last twist bouncing against my clit, and the sensation makes it throb harder. Next he spreads my pussy and passes two strands between my legs, the coarse fibers tugging on my lips, spreading and scraping the entrance to my vagina.
Quickly he runs the line up my back and ties it to the loop around my neck, pulling tighter as he goes. The entire rope tenses up and down my body, pulling hard on my shoulders, and splitting my pussy lips far apart. I feel him wrapping the rope around my back, criss-crossing my breasts, using the knots to surround and squeeze their fullness. They must be red and Gorged. My nipples are so fucking hard I feel them trying to push through the thin bra I’m still wearing. The lines pass under my tits, across my belly, pulled hard over my hips. Each pass he makes, and each loop he adds, pulls harder at my pussy. Everything is tight, blistering and digging into my skin. My hands clench into fists beside my body.
Satisfied with his binding of me, he roughly pulls the cups of my bra down off the front of my breasts, and starts vigorously licking, sucking and biting my nipples. He’s rough, and my hard tips alternate between intense pleasure, and sharp pain as he swallows as much of me as he can.
His mouth leaves hot, slippery saliva on my skin. He squeezes my tits hard, backs off, and gives each on a quick, hard slap. I’m sure my breasts are swollen, red, and shining with spit as he varys between biting my nipples and hitting me hard.
I’m spun around and bent over once more. There is a brisk “crack” against my bottom. But this is no flat spank, but a sharp, narrow sting as each blow makes it’s mark. I’m squirming with pain, with the rope still pulling agains my clit, and the quivering pained flesh of my ass. It’s a crop, I know it. Again and again it stings across the entirety of my ass. I cum.
He suddenly stops, grabs the tight strap of the ball gag and pulls my head to the side. “I didn’t say you could cum,” slapping my ass once more.
I’m roughly spun around and pushed back onto the desk. He spreads my legs wide, and yanks the rope to the side of my cunt. Instantly he jams his cock into me. I’m so wet, he fills it with one stroke. Hard, angry, forceful. He pulls my head back by my hair, and grabs my throat, choking me as the blood tries to run to my head. He’s fucking me proper now. Fast, deep, fiery. I cum again, my legs shaking violently, but without a sound as his hand keeps gripping my neck. He growls, “I didn’t say you could cum.”
Fast, I’m pulled off the desk and forced to my knees, the hard floor hurts, as does the continued yanking back of my hair. I feel his hot cock against my face. He’s pulling off the ball gag, and pushing his balls into my mouth.
I start to tongue the bottom of him, and he loosens the grip on my head. He pulls back and opens my mouth with his thumb, followed at once with his cock. My mouth is full, lips clamped down hard on the shaft as he starts to thrust. I know he loves my tongue stuck out when he fucks my mouth, furiously licking the bottom vein while his glans tap the back of my throat. He’s using both hands to move my head back and forth as I suck, and can feel his cock’s heat as it throbs against my lips.
He moves my hand to the base of his prick. I feel two rubber rings wrapping his balls. A special kink new to him since last time Constricted like this he might stay hard forever. A dream for me.
I stroke his shaft while spinning my tongue just below the very tip of him. I’m jerking him fast and hard, and I feel his cock get huge in my mouth.
He pulls back, out of my reach. He’s breathing short and hard. He puts my hand on his swollen balls as he jerks himself wildly. He’s moaning loud, and I feel his body stiffen, howling out as he blasts cum onto my chest and swollen breasts.
The cum is hot as it slides down between my tits and drops off my nipples. He reaches down and slaps my breasts hard once again, then slides them across my wet nipples.
Still on my knees, he grabs my hair again and roughly pulls me off the ground, forcing me back again onto the desk. He swiftly pushes my thighs wide apart. Fast as that, his mouth is finally on me. He’s sucking violently on my clit, his tongue stuck far into my cunt, then back out on my lips, over my clit, and back in my hole. I’m practically shouting with heat grabbing his head and forcing it as hard as I can against my nakedness
The orgasms come in fast, sharp waves. I’m so wet my entire crotch is dripping with saliva and liquid squirts. I’m shuddering, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrashing that beautiful mouth against my pussy. His tongue is divine. It licks, and digs, and flutters, and thrusts. “I didn’t say you could cum,” he says angrily. My lungs burn from the rapid breathing of multiple orgasms.
Now he spins me around and lays me long on the desk. He’s still got something for me. I feel it first on my belly. His hand. It’s moving quickly across my mound to my drenched cunt. He calmly states, “Now you’ll cum for me.” He’s wrong, I’ve cum ten times already, but in an instant, he slides three fingers in my pussy, curling them up inside to push hard against my g-spot. He thrusts them faster, spreading my lips out to stretch me. With his other hand he once again starts to slap my breasts hard. My body switches between crying in pain, and shuddering another orgasm out.
Then I hear a familiar sound next to my ears. It’s a vibrator like he gave me a few years ago. It’s rumbling quietly, but I know that it will speed to any power, even one that hurts thinking about. I’m sure he knows this. As I expected, he’s got it immediately on my clit. While his fingers jam in and out, the power of the vibrator starts shaking me to the core. He’s pushing and tugging the anal plug between sessions of hard fingering me. The speed of the machine increases. I’m starting to peak.
The next orgasm fires through me. He stops fingering me only to turn up the speed of the vibrator. Again I cum, and again he turns up the intensity of his hand, now practically fisting my gushing cunt. With all his strength he’s forcing his fingers into me, pushing my g-spot, and all while I’m gushing every few seconds. The vibrator has gone into pain mode. And he’s relentlessly fucking me with his hand. I scream out loud.
Instantly he stops. Nothing moves in the room. It’s silent. I think he’s just looking at me, satisfied that he’s rushed me over the edge of a cliff.
I can hardly move. My legs are weak. But he stands me up, leads me to the door, opens it and gently pushes me out. Facing away from him, he removes the blindfold. I hear the door shut and lock behind me.
There I am. Standing nearly naked in an empty room, still wrapped in rope, smelling a mix of cum, sex, and sweat rising off me. I start to feel the soreness of my pussy, nipples, ass and breasts.
It’s glorious.
I’d given in to the primal urges inside me. I thought this visit would satiate me for months, but I know the opposite is true. I’ve felt again what I missed. I want it again.
Removing the rope, I re-drape the dress over my shoulders, and begin the walk out. I’m exhausted, spent, and used. Still, I’m grinning. To remind me of this session during the drive home I continue to let him control me. I leave in the butt plug and turn the key to start the truck. How long, really, until I return to the farmhouse?
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