I let my boyfriend put me on a leash and fuck me in my parent’s living room [MF]

I’m a relatively independent girl, with a lot of pride in how much I control my life- my work, plans with friends, who I hook up with and how often. When I started dating my boyfriend, I started to depend on him more, especially for sexual satisfaction.

One month into dating, I made a somewhat risky call by asking my boyfriend to stay with me in the suburbs while my parents were out of town for a wedding (1 whole week). He also reluctantly said yes, because coming to someone’s literal childhood home so early on in dating seemed intense.

The first night was nothing “crazy” compared to the second (but I’ll go through night #1 in another post because it was also hot asf). But the second night, we were chilling on a low rise long ottoman in my parents living room. It was night out, but dim lights of the houses across the lawn were still a little visible. We had a little wine in our system and mid conversation started making out. It got handsy and sensual and I was really enjoying it. I was fully ready for things to escalate- I was horny enough to fuck right there even with a full pane of windows facing my friendly neighbors across my backyard. I started touching around his legs and finding what I was looking for so I could tell him I was down and continued making out. Seconds in though, he pulled away and hesitated for a second. He had a really devilish smile on. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I gave him my own fuck-me-eyes back. He chuckled, leaned back in, and whispered into my ear.

“Hold that thought. Don’t move”. He got up and went into my bedroom. I was half turned off and half petrified too. He’s tied me up before so I know he has a full set of *tools*, but I didn’t think he wouold have brought them to my CHILDHOOD HOME. I could feel my heart start beating fast. I became hyper aware of the other houses around me. Would my neighbors see us? Would anyone snitch? Maybe our lighting is dim enough that they won’t see…

He came back down the stairs after what felt like ages. He sat down next to me on the ottoman and handed me a black drawstring bag.

WTF. He was going to tie me up in my fucking living room. I knew it.

“Pull it out. And then go into the bathroom and put it on and nothing else.”

I looked at him, nodded, and then focused on pulling “it” out. My hands felt around the bag for a bit, and realized the rope wasn’t the texture I expected – it was a lot more leathery. And then I froze. I was dead wrong. I felt so dumb. He told me to put “it” on in the bathroom, it wasn’t going to be a fucking rope… it was – a fucking collar and leash.

I was a bit stunned. All my friends know that I’m kinky and rather flirty, but compared to my boyfried – I’m vanilla as FUCK.

I shyly walked to our main floor bathroom, fully aware that he’s watching my every move. I shut the bathroom door behind me, and immediately let out a silent scream. I was panicking. I’ve never seen this in real life til that point, and was freaking out about how utterly unsexy it would be if I didn’t know how to put the collar on and needed his help. Or worse- attempted to walk out of the bathroom sexily but have the collar and leash on wrong.

He wanted me to wear nothing but the leash? I was slightly annoyed because I was wearing my hottest lingerie set. He didn’t even get to see it. He just wanted me naked. I probably freaked out for a solid 5 minutes just staring at the collar. Ok. I needed to do this. I slowly slipped out of my shorts and shirt and my lingerie set. I wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it 1 setting looser than its tightest hole. I clipped on the leash.

“That wasn’t too hard, now was it?” I muttered to myself to calm down. I was breathing really heavy.

I opened the bathroom door and walked out.

“Nuh-uh,” he waved his hand motioning me to move back to the door.

“Crawl.” he grinned devilishly.

Oh my fucking fuck. He could probably see how nervous I was.

“Actually, never mind. I’ll come to you. Get on your hands and knees.”

I obliged. And felt too humiliated to look up at him so I didn’t see what he was carrying. But when he got closer, I saw that he brought me the throw blanket from the couch and a thick piece of satin. He laid the blanket out for me. He could probably smell how nervous I was now too.

“There. Come to the blanket.”.

He brought it out to me so I wasn’t on my knees on the hardwood.

Then, I felt him walk behind me and use his sash to blindfold my eyes. He moved his hands gently down to my leash and tugged lightly and let out a quiet laugh.

“You’re mine for the night. Don’t move unless I tell you to.” He planted a gentle and long kiss on my neck.

I nodded. I was mentally preparing myself for literally anything to happen, but I still wasn’t prepared for what he was about to do next.

I could hear him walk away and walk upstairs. Where was he going? Maybe to get more “tools”?

I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. Minute by minute I became more aware of my surroundings even though I couldn’t see anything. I heard every car drive by, I started to think about exactly how many windows had a view of where I was right now, and I felt my knees starting to feel a little stiff from the position I was in. I nervously shifted my weight and squatted down to give my knees some rest. Where was he??

I started to grow more worried. Did he go up or down? Then I heard the faucet running. He started playing some music too.

“You’re not moving around are you?” He called out from upstairs. I couldn’t even answer because I was getting so anxious and turned on at the same time. I had no control anymore. I was just waiting for someone else to tell me what to do, so they could use me. That was all I was going to be. Their pet. Marinating in that thought slowly drowned out everything else I was conscious of – neighbors watching, what my naked body looked like, where my master was. I was just their fuck toy, ready to please them.

Finally, I heard him come down the stairs. All of a sudden, my heartbeat was racing. I felt him get closer and closer to me.

He gritted his teeth and whispered into my ear. “I can smell..how wet you are. You know that?”

I did know that, because I could fucking smell it too. I was making a puddle on the blanket under me.

He scoffed again. “You’re so wet, and I haven’t even touched you”.

“Mhmm”

I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. His hand lifted my cheek up and he tapped my chin. “Now, I want you to show me how much you want me.”

I nodded.

I felt his cock on my face and opened my mouth wide. I felt every inch of him in me all the way back to my throat. I got into a rhythm and did my best to take him all the way without gagging but I couldn’t. He held my head and brought it to his cock and back out, like my mouth really was just another hole. I loved how little I was thinking. Usually when I’m giving blowjobs, I’m thinking about the best way to keep it interesting and stroking him when I’m out of breath, but right now, I was just letting myself be used.

I could feel his hands clean me harder and push my head in for longer periods of time and it felt so good. I felt super encouraged hearing his grunt. It was so animalistic and raw.

He pulled my head away and let out another sigh. I felt my saliva drip uncontrollably from my mouth and onto my thighs.

“Good girllll!” he said and patted me. I lifted my head and smiled to him, “thank you”.

Then I heard him walk away.

Then he sneered.

“Wow, I walked away and can still smell how wet you are. Come to me.”

I was still blindfolded. I tried hard to figure out where to crawl to, nearly certain I’d probably look a bit dumb if I bumped into something on my way to him. I slowly felt my way around and stopped where I thought he was.

I felt his cold hands cup my breasts and give them a squeeze.

“Touch yourself”.

I obliged. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs and hitting our Persian rug. Fuck.

Seconds in, he lifted me up onto him.

His hands gripped my ass and moved my body and up and down his cock.

The nerves inside me felt like they could finally release any tension that was built up. I was moaning so fucking loud. I swear to god I hope no one can see or hear me, but we’re alone at home and getting so loud and messy.

I loved the feeling of letting go of my tensions. I didn’t care anymore if I was loud, or if I got the ottoman wet with my cum, or if any neighbors saw me. Because this was what sex was for- the pure feeling of euphoria. Letting go of any responsibility and just being a fucktoy.

All my senses were tingling. He lifted me off of him, with me still blindfolded. I felt him search for something but I couldn’t tell what. And then I heard the click and my eyes felt a flash go off. He was taking pictures of me like this. I am such a fucking slut.

I had no idea how turned on I would be from being so used and commanded. But it opened us up to so much more for the rest of that week at home…

I can’t look at that ottoman the same. When my parents came home and wanted to sit there for tea, my face turned completely red. But hopefully they’ll never need to know what went down in that sweet living room of theirs.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sm2cn6/i_let_my_boyfriend_put_me_on_a_leash_and_fuck_me