Perverse Paraphernalia [MF]

I couldn’t tell you how this night of perversion begin, honestly I can hardly recall most of the night because we were both off a few xans. My cognizance begins with me [F18] straddling my boyfriend [M23], obsessively tonguing the many scars that canvas his milky white chest. I run my tongue up and down a scar, bite and suck a bit until his blood rises to the surface once more as it had so many years ago, but I am forced to let it stay confined, safely behind his fleshy alabaster. I work at his chest, obsession consumes me, I ache to cover his ivory expanse with blotches of my mouth crafted crimson blush.
Much to my dismay he snaps me out of my trance, pulling me up to his face our lips embrace. I often play the submissive role in our relationship, sexual or not, so it was a shock when he broke the kiss and uttered “Dom me.” Two simple words that I -with no hesitation- excitedly pounced upon, I never dominate him, I enjoy being submissive to him, but barred me was all too happy to jump on this aberrant bandwagon.
I continue to kiss him, enveloping his lips with mine, teasing, biting, playing, I’m the one in control now. Abruptly I stand and seize our roll of bondage tape and another toy from our box of perverse paraphernalia. I immediately get to work, I pin his arms above his head with my knees, grinding into his face while I bind his wrists to a slat in my bed frame. When I’m satisfied I crawl back down his body, once again straddling him. I resume my game on his chest and I feel him stir, before he can say anything I force a ball gag into his open mouth and quickly fasten it around his head.
I kiss down his body and pull his pants down, he’s rock hard. I step back to appreciate his new predicament, trapped, covered in my hickies and bruises, wearing my ball gag. The power gets to my head. I want more.
I leave him in my room, tied up and helpless, any one of my family members could have opened the door, and I relished in the thought of his humiliation. After rifling through a few drawers I finally came upon my prize, after concealing it in the waistband of my panties I took my time getting a drink of water, rolling the thought of him sitting, helplessly waiting for me, no doubt still hard, around in my mouth. I can wait no longer.
When I open my door, just as I thought he still stood hard and ready for me, waiting. I acted calm, cool, confident. I reassumed my position above him and kiss him while appreciating my newfound power over him. I look down at his smooth chest and can no longer contain my bloodlust. In one swift move I pull out my razor previously stashed in my waistband and hold it up in the dim red LED light, I see the fear in his eyes and something primitive in me howls to the moon before pulling back sneering lips from jagged teeth, ravenous for that sweet copper wine. Years of evolution have taken my pointed teeth and replaced them with the razor I grasp in my hand. I quickly slash at his chest leaving four or five light cuts, I ran my fingers over them, then placed them in my mouth, my bloodthirst had yet to be quenched.
I raised my razor and cut him one last deep cut on his chest, there was much more blood this time, just what I needed. Once again I ran my fingers through the gash, but this time I stopped my hand at my lips and changed course. I cram my fingers around the ball gag in his mouth and make him taste himself.

TL;DR Three hulks w my bf went from me licking his chest to him, tied and gagged, being cut with a razor and made to taste his blood through the ball gag via me, apparently a barred vampire (to be fair he asked for it ??‍♀️)

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