BDSM texting a friend

You. Kneeling. Hands and ankles bound. Blindfolded. I’m standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiate from my body. I bend down and let the soft hot air of my breath drift across the hollow where you neck meets your collar bone…. Sweat beading on your chest and sliding between your breasts… Delicate soft cleavage…. You squirm, trying to rub your tingling pussy on your heels…. Begging for some relief, but it’s not to come that easily…..

You had been dressed casually, not expecting the flirting that had gotten you into this predicament. You had not intended to tease so much, but you couldn’t seem to hold back.

You wanted to test me…. Test your limits with me… To push me… But it turned out to be you that were tested.. pushed to your own limits…

You’re still squirming…… Feeling that tingle in your most private of spots… The heat radiating out through your hips in pulsing waves…. Waves of promised pleasure….

You don’t know what you expected… But you sure didn’t expect what happens next. You hear a sound that you know… But can’t place… You feel gentle tugs on your t shirt and leggings, accompanied by a “snick snick”…… Suddenly you place the sound….

You realize your clothes are being cut off of you… Small slices here and there. No patter, just random cuts…..

A shiver rolls over your body as you struggle a bit against your bonds, but you’re helpless…. Slowly, the snips continue, your clothes becoming full of holes…. Less and less clothes remain as you feel large patches of material fall away. Although it’s warm in the room, the air is no match for the heat of your body…. Blood rushing…. Skin flushing… Sweat rolling.

There!! You’ve lost your top… It’s been stripped away…. Oh no… Your bra goes next…. 3 simple cuts and the back and shoulder straps are gone and it’s pulled away roughly.

You’re so exposed…. And you feel the cold steel of the scissors start between your shoulder blades and slowly trace down your spine…. You know where they are going…. Your leggings have already been tattered….. All that’s left protecting what modesty you have left is the waistband…..

The slow march of the cold steel sliding down feels like an eternity… Lower and lower it sinks. You feel a touch at the small of your back… Fingers sliding under your waistband…. Middle finger just grazing the top of your asscrack….

No .
No.
No.

You can’t fathom this… It isn’t happening is it? As you feel the cold steel cutting through the waistband of your leggings….. And … HOLY FUCK…. Your pretty panties are gone as well…. You’re laid bare…

A feeling washed over you…. The heat from your cheeks spreads… Flowing through your exposed nakedness….

You feel your knees part…. Wider and wider… Displaying your hot and dripping sex….. You own the moment….. Revel in it….. Claiming it… Knowing you have permission to let your primal side flow free….. You know that it’s wonderful….

Your last resistance melts as you hear the first words I utter….. “Hello my Slut…..”

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