That time I was handcuffed and dominated by a girl from Tinder (Part 1) [MF] [Femdom] [Bondage] [Teasing]

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As soon as the door closed she told me, “Take off your clothes and sit on that chair.” I undressed somewhat sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed – yet excited – about being the only one getting naked, and took my seat. She then got two pairs of handcuffs out of her bag and attached each of my wrists to an arm of the chair; I was secured to the chair, but still able to move my hands relatively freely.

My seductive captor went to her bag to withdraw a small bottle of lube, before walking back to me. “Hold out your hand,” she said, before squirting a generous amount of lube into it. She took a step back, looked me up and down and then, with a satisfied smirk…

“Stroke for me. I want to watch.”

Her words sent a small shiver through me, and my cock was already starting to swell to hardness as I took hold of it. As my hand slowly slid up and down my growing prick, my audience began to strip. I let out an audible moan as she freed her big, beautiful breasts from her black brassiere. Instinctively I leaned toward her to take her nipple into my mouth, but the pull of my cuffs was a frustrating reminder that I could only watch her, and only touch myself. She chuckled at my attempt and continued to undress, until she was as naked as I was. My hand glided faster over my cock, pleasure coursing through me with every stroke as I hungrily eyed the curves of her body.

She went back to her bag and took out a vibrator, then lay back on the bed in front of me. “I’m going to make myself cum while I watch you jerk off for me,” she said, applying the same lubricant from earlier to her toy. “And you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Is that understood?”

“Fuck…” I groaned, before realising she was waiting for an answer. “Yes Miss.”

She smiled. “Good boy,” she said, the words sending a surge of arousal through me. I heard the soft buzzing of her toy as she leaned back and started to rub it over her clit, moaning and sighing with pleasure. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be the one making her make those sounds…and, as I felt a familiar tension starting to build inside me, how hard it was going to be not to cum before I had her permission.

I slowed my strokes in an attempt to ease the pleasure surging through my body, but my throbbing prick was so swollen and sensitive that even the lightest, slowest touches were absolutely agonising in the most delicious way. With my mistress splayed out before me, I had a view directly between her thick, creamy thighs to the small purple vibrator that was now moving towards her entrance. As she started to slide the toy in and out of her pussy, I could *hear* how wet she was. I couldn’t help but imagine how warm and slick and tight she would feel around my cock, and I instinctively squeezed my hand tighter around my shaft in an attempt to simulate the feeling. She leered at me from across the room with hunger in her eyes, clearly enjoying the visual evidence of how much watching her was turning me on.

“St-stroke faster…” she stammered, too caught up in her own arousal to speak clearly. I obeyed, pumping faster and faster as my aching dick wept with pre-cum, biting my lip to try to distract from the tantalising promise of an orgasm building from deep within. I groaned as she moved a hand to one of her soft, supple tits, while the other continued to alternate between teasing her clit and fucking her cunt with the vibrator. Her moans and gasps were getting louder and more frequent, which only made me more desperate to release all the pleasure and frustration and desire she was inspiring in me. My stroking, her noises and her body brought me right to the very edge, I was literally shaking with need. Just a few more strokes, I thought, and this torture will be over. But I knew I couldn’t bring myself to disobey her, and so I reluctantly took my hands off my cock and gripped the arms of the chair, as I watched her gorgeous body writhe and shiver in the telltale throes of an orgasm.

I sat there, hard and wanting. She lay before me, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, her eyes opened and quickly found mine. She smirked.

“Mmm, that felt *good*,” she gloated, slowly rising from the bed and looking down at me. More specifically, down at my erection. In our sexting exchanges prior to meeting, she had called it a “gorgeous, glistening cock”, and I had a feeling she was about to finally give it the attention it – no, I – so badly needed. I almost whimpered when she started to walk away, until I realised she was heading towards to her bag of tricks. “You’re a horny little boy, aren’t you?” She reached into the bag and walked back to me, condom packet in her hand. “How desperate do you need to be to let me, practically a stranger, meet you alone in a hotel room and handcuff you naked to a chair? I mean, I could do *anything I want* to you.” She purred those last words into my ear and I shuddered. I was filled with a great deal of shame at this point: shame because she was right, it was incredibly reckless to put myself in a position like this with someone I’d never met in person before. Shame at having my body so exposed and vulnerable. Shame at how far I’d been willing to go just for the chance to be inside her.

And shame at how all of this shame only made me want her even more.

“Oh fuck, you’re right Miss, I’m such a desperate little slut,” I whined, “I’d do anything to touch you or taste you or fuck you, hell that’s why I paid for this hotel room!” She grinned, clearly entertained by the idea that my need for her could be monetised. “Please Miss, you can use me however you like, I just want to be your obedient fucktoy. Oh god, please fuck me,” I begged. She chuckled softly at my pathetic display, tearing open the condom wrapper and kneeling down in front of me. After the teasing and edging I’d experienced so far, just her fingers rolling the condom down my shaft sent sharp electric shocks of pleasure through my genitals. I watched as she wrapped her hand around my now-sheathed cock and positioned it towards her dripping wet slit, slowly and gently teasing the head at her entrance. Even through the condom I could feel her warmth, beckoning me inside. I looked up at her with need in my eyes, and she looked down at me with triumph and mockery in hers. “Please…please…” I whispered, over and over, no longer capable of forming full sentences. She gave me one last smirk.

“This cock…is *mine*.”

We both moaned as she sank down and I felt all of her heat and softness and wetness engulf me at once. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as she slowly started to ride me. “Oh thank you, Miss you feel so good.” She responded to my praise by pulling me in for a kiss and I eagerly reciprocated, opening my mouth so that our tongues could mingle together. My hands grabbed at any part of her tantalising body they could still reach from their cuffs: stroking her thighs, holding her hands, squeezing her ass. After not being able to touch her for all this time, I needed to feel as much of her as I possibly could. She released me from her kiss and I hungrily latched on to one of her nipples, gently nibbling and sucking as she sighed with pleasure.

“Mmm…such a good boy,” she cooed, her praise inspiring me to worship her tits even more eagerly as she began moving faster. With my face buried in the soft valley of her tits, hearing her moan and tell me how much she enjoyed using me like her toy, feeling the walls of her cunt squeezing tightly around my painfully hard dick, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I held onto her tightly and bucked my hips as she bounced on top of me. With every thrust into her hot, wet pussy, I could feel the cum bubbling up inside me, rising to the surface, desperate to erupt.

“Oh god Miss, I’m getting close…I think I’m going to-”

Hearing this, she immediately pulled off of my cock and stepped back, smirking as she watched me whine and pull at my cuffs in frustration at being denied my much-needed release. “Awww, my silly boy…did you think I was done with you?” she teased.

“We’re just getting started.”

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