The first time I was properly tied up [FM]

If you’ve followed my stories at all, you probably will recognize this dude. I attribute a lot of my degradation kinks to him.

We actually met overseas. I was working and he was traveling. He stopped his travels and basically moved in with me.

He was also ex-military and had kind of a dark past. I do too. Instead of going to therapy we just had super weird sex like healthy adults.

*I was in my early 20s… cut me some slack.*

So we had this thing where I was not allowed to touch myself without his permission. In fact he made it very clear that he “owned” all of my orgasms. When I wanted to get off I would text him and he would tell me exactly what I was allowed to think about while I did it.He was a fucking artist about it too. He would paint very detailed and elaborate pictures of what he wanted. I once came without touching myself by just reading his text.

But sometimes he denied me.

He had a knack for refusing right when I needed it the most. To make matters worse, he would send me messages of what he was jacking off to. He knew what porn I liked and would send me links and then tell me I had to watch it all the way through and then wait to come.

Fuck, I loved it.

Once, he sent me a very long message about how he was standing over the kitchen counter where he had gotten me off the night before. He had incorporated a spatula while we did it and sent me a photo of it in his hand. I asked if I could get myself off in the bathroom and he told me no.

I broke the rules and did it anyway.

Usually when he denied me I begged and pleaded. I claimed to be busy with work, but he fucking knew. He told me over text to get ready for my punishment.

When I came home he was sitting in my living room. He didn’t even have to say anything, I just got on my knees and crawled towards him, begging for forgiveness. He just got up and signaled for me to follow him to my bedroom.

He had bondage already on the bed. I had never been properly tied up like that before and got a little nervous.

*I always feel the need to say in this part of the story we were both really big on safe words and boundaries.*

He literally says nothing and just sits at my desk chair and snaps his fingers. I immediately take off my clothes and let them fall to the floor.

*Weird side note: he had a thing for me in suits and liked to “destroy them” by making me throw them on the floor. He once made me wear a suit to work with his cum on my dress…*

We stay like that for a few minutes as he looks my body up and down. He often did this for a few minutes at a time. He was obsessed with my body and would tell me so by making sure I knew it was his to play with. He said that quite a bit during sex. If I enjoyed it at all without permission he would make me say that my body was for him.

Fucking bastard. I loved it.

So yeah, he finally signals for me to lie on the bed. I do so and he immediately comes over and straps my arms and legs to the bed.

He goes back to his chair and takes his dick out. He knows how much this is going to drive me crazy and I start asking him to fuck me as he touches himself.

He gets up, gets my underwear, and tells me to open up. As he slides my underwear into my mouth he says if I talk again he’s going to just prolong it.

“You owe me an orgasm,” he finally says as he starts touching himself again. He explains that because I love his dick inside me so much, I don’t get it in any way (in the past he had “punished” me with oral and anal and I enjoyed it too much apparently).

Instead he gets himself off painstakingly slow. He makes me look at his dick the entire time. I’m crying I want him so bad.

I start trying to beg but my speech is muffled because I have my fucking underwear in my mouth. He thinks this is hilarious and starts saying, “You know, I’d fuck you if you’d just ask.” I’d try to beg again and he’d just saying something like, “I just can’t tell what you want.” When he got close he said, “I’m going to get off on your face unless you tell me no.”

*This dude loved coming on my face a little too much. He’d make me go hours with his damn cum on me.*

So yes, he does indeed come on my face and then promptly leaves the room. It feels like hours before he comes back with a cup of ice.

Damn it.

He tells me if I’m perfectly still and let the ice melt, he’ll fuck me but not a moment before. I give him a nod, thinking he’ll gently lay a few cubes on me. Instead, he starts by inserting three cubes right inside me. I still have my underwear in my mouth, but I manage a scream and can’t help but squirm. He lays a hand on me and threatens to come again without touching me.

*He had a miracle dick. He could come like four times in a session so I believe him.*

I stop moving and nod for him to continue. He places a cube on my lips, each of my breasts, and one on my belly button. Then, he just sits back at my desk and watches.

Fuck it hurt. It was all I could do not to move, but I managed to hold still as he starts stroking himself again.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he says as he quickened his pace. It was killing me, but also pretty fucking hot.

He didn’t get off again, but continued to touch himself as the ice slowly, slowly melted. He waited until it was all truly water before he came over to inspect, licking some of the water off of my stomach.

“You did good,” he nodded in approval. “If you ever touch yourself without permission again though, I will make you go DAYS without this, do you understand?”

I nodded and he graciously put a finger inside of me. He commented about how tight I was and that he still needed to find a punishment I didn’t enjoy.

FINALLY after several minutes of circling me slowly with his fingertips, he settles in between my legs and fucks me

.He tears the underwear from my mouth and asks me if I’ll ever get myself off without his permission again. I say no one and over.

He asks if I’m about to climax and I ask him if I’m allowed.

“Good girl,” he says as he fucks me harder. “You’re allowed but say it.”

“It’s for you.”

I say it as I come. He continued to fuck me for several minutes- all the while telling me how he owned that orgasm and every other one.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r8ikkf/the_first_time_i_was_properly_tied_up_fm