This Arab [F] relishing restraints

The word BDSM had been something whispered about in university like some sort of dark underworld that only people in the know would have any knowledge about. I had a feeling it would be considered something highly unethical just from the level of secrecy about it as well as knowing it vaguely had something to do with sex. Basically, I was told women don’t have desires and those ‘’messed up women’’ who want it are abnormal and fall into the category of whores/prostitutes.

Trying to not compromise on the values in which I was raised, the internet became my source. My self-discovery story begins after discovering the NSFW side of Reddit and the people there. A few months after lurking, I finally landed myself a Daddy in the loosest sense of the idea.

After building rapport, we spoke over the phone for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect but it was very exploratory. The moment our call connected I felt a buzz across my skin as I heard his deep, rough, Spanish voice meet my ears. He instructed me to slowly remove my top and my trousers. Once uncovered, he asked me to trace my fingers over my bare chest and then to feel my breasts. This was something I had never done before. I held them in my hands, kneaded them lightly before he directed me to my nipples.

My daddy asked me to play with them by stroking and tugging them gently. All while letting me know that I was only allowed to do this for this when he permitted me to enjoy myself. I could feel a deep warmth building between my thighs as he asked me to describe how the nipple play felt and how my perky breasts look.

I couldn’t help but begin to sigh and moan from the combination of the new sensations and his stories of how he’d tease every inch of my body. As he noticed my agitated breathing he’d check in with me if I felt the urge to touch myself. Hurriedly, I assured him I was more than ready to slip my hand between my thighs. His condition was that I restraint myself somehow.

My daddy insisted that I must find a belt or a scarf, anything, to tie my thighs together. Feeling pressured as I desired sexual relief, I reached over to my dressing gown and pulled off the fabric belt. Following his instructions, I tied my thighs together just above my knees tightly.

It was odd to look down and see myself half nude with my legs tied together but I humoured my daddy. He asked me to slip my hand down over my panties and slip my between my thighs to test for dampness. The way my thighs were tightly bound together by the belt made for an unusual feeling for my hand stroking over my panties. The pressure felt nice and as my pleasure grew I was instructed to slip my fingers inside my panties, it was electrifying.

Daddy asked me to very slowly circle my fingers around my needy clit. I struggled to follow his instructions since every graze of my finger heightened the pleasure. He asked me to imagine him there touching me hungrily and tieing me up just as I was. How he’d have me on my knees on the bed facing the bedhead and exactly how he’d be taking me.

Daddy groaned and breathed heavily as he stroked his cock recounting how he’d fuck me so I’d feel good for days and days. How he’d grab my arms and pull them roughly behind me and hold them in his firm, muscular hand. Next, exactly how he’d nibble my neck and fondle my breasts with his other hand. Then he told me how he’d separate my plump cheeks and tease my needy pussy with his cock before he delved in. As he penetrates me, he wraps his arm around my waist pulling me in tightly against his big, muscular, tanned body.

The visualisation of him fucking me in such a seemingly primal way and the tight feeling of playing with my clit was driving me crazy. My pussy was throbbing as I begged him to let me cum. Finally, he gave permission and I dissolved into a new type of body-shaking orgasm. I was oh so breathless in a fabulous new way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o4i1yv/this_arab_f_relishing_restraints