When he finally tied me up [FM]

*This one gets rough. Read at your own risk and understand that we were two very experienced and consenting adults who had discussed boundaries many times.*

The roughest partner I ever had in bed ironically wasn’t really into bondage or restraints. He got off on me enthusiastically doing exactly what he said, and thought ropes “ruined the willingness.”

I got pretty good at doing what he said though. If he told me to bend over a table, he didn’t have to tie me up to make me behave. I’d do exactly what he said without hesitation.

He loved spanking, but he didn’t like whips or paddles either. He liked flesh on flesh and… well… played with his food before he ate it. He never just spanked me. He’d fondle me for minutes at a time and sometimes made me beg to be punished.

He was actually VERY into making me beg for pain. He figured out quickly that I was into it and loved how I would not only ask for it, but grew desperate when I didn’t get it. He REALLY loved making me desperate.

He did like toys, but they were more of a control thing. He edged me a lot with vibrators and loved having power over how fast I would build. He would often bring me to the edge and then make me beg for pain before I came. It was a fun way to test how much I could take.

He was a gem.

All that is to say, he would occasionally restrain me because he knew I liked it. I realize the paradox here, but he was a pretty selfless dom. I definitely got more physical pleasure than him when we were in bed and he was very in tune with my preferences.

*That’s a healthy D/S relationship btw. If power isn’t equal, pleasure better fucking be.*

After we had been fucking for a few months, there was very little I wouldn’t do in bed. He learned my limits and I got VERY addicted to the ways he got me off. We were in a constant game where we were either fucking or I was thinking of ways to provoke him into fucking me.

Once we were out and I intentionally pissed him off. I did this quite often because, honestly, I found his mood swings kind of funny and they usually led to sex. I pushed him a little too far this time though.

I was flirting with someone else and he got so pissed he left. I caught up with him and for a while he wouldn’t even look at me he was so angry.

“How would you like it if I was flirting with some girl right in front of you?”

“That depends. Would I be invited to join?”

He softened a little at that. “I’d probably tie you up and make you watch me fuck her.”

“What part of this is supposed to be a punishment?”

He finally started laughing. “You are the most difficult person I’ve ever done this with, by the way. It’s impossible to punish someone who likes it like you do.”

“I guess we’ll have to get creative.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Ropes.”

He got a very big grin on his face then. “Fucking fine, Viola. You want bondage? I’ll give you fucking bondage. Just remember you asked for it.”

There are some drawbacks to dating someone who has been in the military. The mood swings, substance abuse, and nightmares from PTSD are kind of a bitch. However, there are some benefits too, one of which being that K could tie fucking knots like a mother fucking pro. Dear god, it’s a shame he wasn’t more into bondage because that dude could tie me the fuck up.

He didn’t even say much when we got home. He was so calm it actually kind of freaked me the fuck out. He very slowly undressed me with a eerily calm smile.

“You realize this is for me, right?” He asked as my dress fell the the floor. He started pulling my underwear down and then took my bra off.

“Sure it is.”

He grabbed my face with his hand and I watched him switch. He was officially in a different space. “What was that?”

“Yes sir.”

“You don’t enjoy it unless I tell you to. Do you understand that?” He grabbed my nipple and twisted it so hard I groaned and fell into him slightly.

Then he went fucking insane. He grabbed my hair, bent me over, and slapped my ass so hard tears immediately fell down my face.

“Fuck,” I cried. “No fucking warm up?”

“We’re past that. This is for me, remember? I want your ass red.”

He pulled me hair and pushed me back up so I was on my feet and pulled out the damn rope.

He had tied me up before, not not like that. He framed my breasts with rope and played with them for a while until they were red. He flicked my nipple a few times and I groaned.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“No,” he said abruptly. He was very far gone. When he bent me over my desk and started tying my hands behind my back, he pushed my head into the wood and bit the back of my shoulder. I screamed and he spanked me again, so hard time time it took my breath away. “I want you in so much pain.”

“Yes sir.”

He tied my feet together after that too. So I was bent over, entirely bound, and pretty fucking helpless.

*Weird pro tip: if you’re using bondage, don’t gag at the same time. That was actually one of K’s hard limit. He wouldn’t even fuck my mouth if I was tied up because he was afraid I wouldn’t be able to use our safe signal.*

Then he got out a damn butt plug.

K liked butt plugs a little too much. We had a vibrating one he was particularly fond of because he liked feeling the vibrations when he fucked me. Did he like the sensation? Sure. But I think he liked the, um, process more.

*Yes this is hella vulnerable and a little weird, but fuck it.*

Keep in mind it was very clean, but he put it in my mouth and told me to suck on it like I was trying to pleasure it. I did and he laughed at my enthusiasm.

“If you enjoy this when I put it in I’m going to stick ice up your pussy and make you beg for hours before I fuck you. This is for me, do you understand?”

*These also weren’t empty threats. He had literally done that before.*

“Yes sir.”

“Say it.”

“I won’t enjoy it and this is for you.”

“I’m putting this in you because I want to feel it inside of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Keep sucking on it.”

I did. I licked it all over and he smiled while I moaned and tried to shove it down my throat.

He spanked me one more time and told me he wanted my ass so sore that it hurt when he fucked me. When I felt his palm come down on me I cried again. He made me thank him for it, which really solidified the degradation.

*No one could degrade quite like K. It was his speciality. Some of the shit he’d say I can’t even write on here or y’all would definitely think he was a sociopath. He wasn’t. He was just dominate at fuck.*

“Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

“It’s for me, not you.”

“Yes sir.”

When he pushed the butt plug in, I tensed and gasped. He responded by spanking me again and telling me to take it. I did, but it was fucking painful. Saliva only goes so far, but whatever. I knew what was coming.

When he clicked it on and I felt the vibrations I cried out and squirmed a little. He pushed me into the desk to hold me in place as I adjusted and reminded me again not to enjoy it.

He played with my entrance for a very long time and mumbled something about how I was a whore for getting wet.

“You like pain, don’t you? You fucking whore.”

“Yes sir.”

*The truth was, I really did. This was hot as fuck. Sometimes when we got into really degrading scenes something clicked where it felt like I was on drugs. I don’t know where I was, but I was outside my body.*

“Please fuck me,” I finally cried as he circled me again.

I felt his palm come down hard as he reminded me he’d fuck me when he was damn ready and that this wasn’t for me. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.

He slammed into me and held himself inside of me as I adjusted. He moved my hair to the side so he could see my face. He REALLY loved my face as I adjusted to him inside of me, especially if I had a toy in my ass. He was hard to fully take without it, but he knew I was being stretched and smiled when took a few deep breaths to center.

Fucking this way is quite overwhelming, especially considering my breasts were bound and rubbing against the desk. I was overstimulated in basically every way, and I was losing it.

He touched my face. “Viola I need you to breathe.”

“Huh?”

“Your breathing is too shallow. You have to breathe. Otherwise I’m going to stop.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded slightly. “Good girl,” he said as he thrust into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started shaking so hard I could feel the desk moving beneath me.

“If you enjoy it I’m going to hurt you,” he said as he thrust into me again.

“It feels too good,” I moaned.

“Fight it,” he whispered as he thrust again, so slowly I could feel my muscles tense as he slid out of me and back in.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered pathetically. I usually could control it better than this, but the stimulation was too much.

“Damn it, V!” He spanked me hard five times and then held me down as he went fucking hard. He was so intense I couldn’t even react as he railed into me.

Tears were in my eyes but I didn’t care. He was calling me a whore, but I didn’t care. My ass was on fire and burning every time he slammed into me, but I didn’t care.

It felt so fucking good.

I usually begged for permission to come, but I couldn’t even do that. It was all I could do to keep breathing. When I climaxed he pulled my hair and cursed me as pleasure crashed over me and coursed through my body. My head was swimming the orgasm was so intense.

When I was done he pulled out of me and threw me down so I was on my knees. He jerked himself off then and told me to open my mouth so he could come on my face and tongue. When he finally came with a final groan, I smiled as I felt his cum on my cheek which really pissed him the fuck off. He pulled my hair harder and told me to stop enjoying it.

Then he left me tied up with cum on my face for a solid ten minutes as “punishment.” He wasn’t even in dom mode then, he just “thought it was hilarious” to see me on the floor covered in his cum with a butt plug still in. He was pretty fucking playful during this time too.

*If someone can ever figure out the psychology of K, let me know. His shit has baffled me for years.*

He finally untied me and we took a shower together. The thing was, he even went down on me in the shower and was super gentle in the places where I was bruised or burned by the rope.

He was a good dom. Fucking weird, but a great sex partner nonetheless.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ybqkoz/when_he_finally_tied_me_up_fm