[M]y first time being pegged and bound

I’ve found myself lost in daydreams a lot lately. I say “lost” but that’s not quite accurate – I know exactly where I go. Back to a little apartment in downtown Toronto, a dimly lit room filled with potential and nervousness. I’m hoping that in writing this down, I can finally focus on something – anything – else. Or, at the very least, perhaps I can share my distractions with someone else…

Now I can hardly think of another word to describe the experience other than “entrancing.” Though perhaps “immersive” comes close, because that’s absolutely what I was; completely and utterly lost in my partner’s touch and absorbed in the sensations she introduced me to. We’d set up the basics of the encounter sometime beforehand, though we were light on specific details for my sake. I had a lot to look forward to, and the anticipation of the unknown was thrilling.

When the time had finally come, she informed me that I was to be pegged. I undressed and made myself comfortable bent over the bed she’d already prepared for me. I remember my nervous excitement as I sensed her approach me from behind, and how my nerves disappeared as I felt the first drops of lube slide across my skin. The lube itself was somewhat cold, and it shocked me. It must have been clear that it did, because I felt her warm hands softly caress my back as if to calm me. Her fingers glided down my spine before reaching their destination and entered me. In an instant I melted, and I continued enveloped in pleasure as she switched to her strap-on…

Afterwards I was directed to lie on my back and spread my arms and legs. I was blindfolded, and could hear my partner laugh to herself as she tightened the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. Even now, I’m not entirely sure what we used on me – just that I experienced sensations I’d never known before. The darkness of the blindfold made it easy shut the rest of the world out and lose myself to the pleasure.

At some point she began to edge me. The warmth and softness of her hands were a delight, and a wonderful contrast to the cold leather cuffs she had me bound by. She would stroke me, slowly at first, until I approached orgasm. But before that moment was reached I had to tell her, and she would stop. She did this to me over and over again. It was agonizing and frustrating in the most amazing way, I loved it. Between edgings, she would return to teasing me with unexpected and unknown sensations. This cycle would continue for some time, I’m not quite sure for how long – I had lost track of time and no real interest in finding it again. I just remember the excitement when she informed me that I would finally be allowed to cum. How we slowly built up to it, and how I came – almost screaming – to the most incredible full body orgasm. It took me a good ten to fifteen minutes before I could even stand again…

To this day, I still feel a little guilty that I was so clearly the focus of the scene rather than her. But that discomfort has been tempered by my gratefulness for the experience. Perhaps you’ve felt the same way?

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