My (29F) partner’s (29M) desire to blindfold me, restrain me, and edge me to my ruin [FM]

Me (“Kate”) and my partner (“Bradley”) have been together for 10 years. Although we always enjoyed rough sex with him being the dominant, its really only been in the last two years or so that we have started really getting more involved into BDSM play.

At the end of one particularly steamy session, with lots of time spent edging me, I was finally allowed to cum. In the moment, and with a new and intense position of my powerful vibrator, for the first time in my life I was so overwhelmed I nearly cried. Although this isn’t something that he has actually verbalised to me, it is clear that this has awoken something in Bradley, and it has now been his aim to try and break that barrier. I can tell because he has tried to replicate this moment multiple times since in our BDSM sessions. The below story comes from Bradley’s latest attempt.

We had started the day by giving our normal loving kisses, but this progressed to become gradually more passionate and aggressive over the course of the day. When Bradley finished working, he quickly walked over to me with his hungry green/grey eyes and pulled me into him so that our whole bodies were pressed against one another and kissed me hard, our tongues dancing and one of us occasionally biting on the others bottom lip. When we pulled apart, our lips were red and swollen and I could feel where his stubble had been rubbing against my lip line, almost sore but not quite. Bradley pulled my hair back to expose my neck and slowly kissed and nibbled his way up before reaching my ear. He firmly bit down on my earlobe and then whispered in his dominant and commanding ‘Sir’ voice. “Take off all your clothes, lie down on the bed and put the blindfold on. Wait for me to join you, and don’t you dare touch yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted back in response as he put his tongue in my ear. My knees buckled as he was sending tingles throughout my body and I became unsteady on my feet. I could already feel how wet he was making me. Bradley pushed me away and I looked back to see him still watching me as I walked towards our bedroom, only to turn away from me. I know Bradley loves my body (I’m 5’10, UK size 16, hourglass figure with boobs and a butt for those who care!), but I also know that part of him doesn’t want to feed my ego too much when he is the one in control. I smirked as I turned away from him and carried on to the bedroom.

After following his orders, I waited for him to join me, laying in the middle of our bed. Bradley didn’t rush to me – he wanted to make me wait and continue pushing this power dynamic – but he didn’t keep me waiting too long, just enough time for me to start to feel the the difference in temperature from no longer being clothed and lying on cool bedsheets. Bradley stayed quiet so I couldn’t quite get my bearings of where he was in relation to me. Stupid thick carpets. We always joke that it is so easy to sneak up and scare the other person and we have done it multiple times by accident since living here.

“Look at that… Now thats an amazing view” Bradley said, startling me out of my revery. I could hear the smile in his voice. He quietly walked around me to my side, and bent down again to be close to my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Kate?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered back to him. He grabbed my face and kissed me again roughly before letting me go and going to our draw full of our toys. Bradley grabbed what he wanted to use that day and made his way to the bottom of the bed. I could feel his eyes watching me while he waited, purposefully building my anticipation.

Suddenly he slapped the inside of my thighs lightly, “Open them more,” he commanded. I followed his orders, and felt him place something on the bed. He lifted my legs one at a time and placed and fitted the restraints for our adjustable leg spreader. After adjusting to the width he wanted, Bradley made his way to my side and started attaching the wrist restraints to our headboard. With his weight pressed on the mattress, and him now being much closer to me, I realised he was already naked. Bradley must have undressed when he left me alone waiting for him in the bedroom, I smiled internally thinking of his body and how hard he must be looking at me getting ready for whatever onslaught he had planned. I was soon at his whim to do with as he pleased and felt as he got onto the mattress and positioned himself between my outstretched legs.

“So, you want to try getting your pussy slapped, is that right, Kate?” My mind whirled as I remembered our conversation a few days prior.

“Yes, Sir.” I responded, trying and probably failing, to keep my tone level and not show my eagerness too much. My heart was fluttering with both excitement and nervousness at trying out this new thing that could be pleasurable and painful simultaneously.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be nice to you and start slow.” I will never know how Bradley can word things in a way that keeps his dominant ‘Sir’ persona going, whilst also reassuring me that I can back out if needed and informing me of what’s happening next. After a moment, he lightly slapped his fingers so that they cupped around my pubic bone and gently touched my clit. I felt a jolt throughout the lower half of my body, almost electric, and my body instinctively tried to curl in on itself but failed due to the restraints. Bradley paused to gauge my reaction, taking my lack of response as permission to try again with 2 extra light slaps. He continued this routine, adjusting the pressure and position to test enjoyment levels, but always careful and pausing to make sure I was happy to continue. I was struggling to deal with the different sensations. I was enjoying it, but not in the same way I do spanking, the jolts of pleasure and pain were fighting for dominance over each other and it somehow felt even more intimate than I thought it would be. I made a mental note to try this myself in some solo exploration at a different time, I may just have to find out myself how it works best for me and then share it with Bradley later.

Clearly having sensed in the midst of this that I needed more stimulation, Bradley had leaned over me and started sucking on my nipples and kissing my neck. Wanting to try and take control in the limited capacity I had, while he was kissing my neck I tried to turn my head and kiss him, to show my eagerness to up the intensity. Bradley pulled my hair and twisted a nipple, both acknowledging my hint and cementing his position as the dominant in this exchange. Moving back to his original position between my legs, he stayed awfully quiet, and then very determinedly turned our magic wand on at the same time as placing it on my clit. He has mastered doing that so that I don’t hear the vibrator before he starts pleasuring me or vice versa so I don’t know what’s coming. My legs immediately start shivering with the pleasure caused by the vibrator and my breathing became more laboured, “Mmm, that’s what you wanted isn’t it, Kate? For me to use this vibrator and make you cum. I love making you squirm.”

“Yes, Sir,” breathless with pleasure, my words were barely legible. I could feel my orgasm building quickly and my harder breathing and louder moans gave Bradley the cues he needed. I could feel the bed shaking beneath me signalling that Bradley was stroking himself to the image of me, turning me on even more at the thought that even now, he couldn’t control himself. Once my squirming and moans reached a certain level, just before I tipped over the edge, Bradley pulled away the vibrator and edged me. Again, my body tried curl inwards and I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down. Now I knew the game he was playing. Previous experience told me I would have to ask permission to cum, or at least warn him I was about to, so he could decide what happens next as we got more engrossed with each other

Before I had a chance to really gather my thoughts, Bradley used the leg spreader to push my legs upwards so that my knees were near my chest and inserted his hard cock into me to fuck me hard. Moans instinctively came out of my mouth in response and I adjusted my body as best I could to maximise my pleasure. “Oh my god, you are so wet. You are a good girl aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who does your pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours, Sir.”

“I said, who does your pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours, Sir. My pussy belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” He spoke in a deeper voice he knows drives me crazy. He started moaning loudly too, something that I had said turned me on and makes me cum. Being on my back with my legs in the air is my favourite sexual position. It’s the only one that consistently gives me vaginal orgasms and I love feeling him fuck me deeply and the intense waves of pleasure it entices as he hits my g-spot. He pulled out as I got close the the edge again, making me whimper And huff in frustration.

Bradley alternated edging me between using the vibrator and sex (increasing the level of the vibrator each time), and while I was calming down between edges, he would stimulate my nipples, kiss me, or put the head of his cock in my mouth so I could give him a shallow blowjob. Occasionally, to show his arousal, he would wipe off his pre-cum onto my body or let me taste it. I don’t know how long we continued in this fashion, but the length of time needed to get me to the brink of orgasm was less and less each time, and I was getting more frustrated with each edge. My moans were louder and more desperate and I could hear Bradley’s breathing become laboured as he got more turned on himself. He then started to change up his dirty talk.

“What’s your biggest fantasy, Kate?”

“Why? what do you want to happen exactly?”

“What about that turns you on?”

“Hmmm, we may be able to make that happen. What other fantasies do you have?”

In the midst of all these questions, I had warned Bradley I was about to cum, but he made me answer the question first before taking away the vibrator. My body was twitching uncontrollably and my breathing inconsistent. It was the closest I had been to cumming yet and in response, I had managed to bend my knees and push my thighs together to help me calm down. Bradley pulled my legs apart and slapped my pussy harder than any other slap so far in punishment, “Don’t put your legs together.”

“No harder than that. Not as a punishment,” I told him, still breathless from my earlier pleasure but needing to inform him of the new limits reached. Bradley, not breaking character, brushed a thumb across my cheek and gave me a short, soft kiss – different from our rough kisses throughout the rest of this exchange – to show that he had registered and accepted this new boundary.

After all of this time spent edging, I was very frustrated and struggling to cope with all of the sexual contact I had received. Any time I received any stimulation my pussy would clench, instantly close to orgasm, and I could feel my legs and stomach shiver intensely. With the vibrator on it’s highest setting on my clit, I was answering one of Bradley’s questions and describing in detail one of my fantasies (sorry folks – not telling you about THAT until if/when we do it!), I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, “Sir, I am getting close, I am going to cum if you don’t move away the vibrator.”

Bradley stayed quiet.

“… Sir? You need to pull away the vibrator or I will cum,” I started to pant and shake as my orgasm was fast approaching, I was so close to tipping over but I was doing my best to hold back until I had express position. Bradley moved the position of the vibrator so that the stimulation was even more intense than it already was.

“Fuck, Sir, I am going to cum. Please may I cum, Sir? Please?” My words were panicked now and I was about to reach the point of no return.

“Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Sir!” If I wasn’t screaming then I was definitely shouting.

“That’s it. Cum for me baby,” Bradley’s deep voice finally responded to my words and actions. I moaned when I finally heard his voice. My whole body was shaking, my abs were tensed, and I could feel my pussy pulsing. My orgasm was prolonged by the fact that Bradley kept the vibrator in the same position. I could feel that he was stroking himself whilst watching me and could hear that he was breathing hard. Once the waves passed me, I started to feel that I was sensitive.

“Sir, can you stop the vibrator?”

“No. You know the word to use to get me to stop”

Fuck. He had me there. He knows when I am too sensitive and have to stop, and I know I sometimes pull away too soon. Probably due to some mistaken self-consciousness. Very quickly, I realised another orgasm was building, and before I knew it I was already cumming.

I don’t know if it was the edging, having already had a large orgasm, the position of the vibrator, or all of the of the above and more, but this time, I was much more overwhelmed. I couldn’t tell you if I was moaning, screaming or silent and barely breathing. I could feel the emotion well up from low inside my belly and up. I could feel my eyes puckering, although they didn’t spill over this time.

After passing over the peak, I definitely became too sensitive to continue with the vibrator. I was involuntarily squirming to try and get away from the stimulation. I used our safe word and Bradley immediately pulled away the vibrator. He whispered sweet words to me, helping calm me down, until my heartbeat and breathing were less frantic. Then the aches and pains of being restrained so long and no longer being too horny to care came flooding in. Clearly sensing my discomfort, Bradley removed the restraints (keeping my blindfold on) and gave me soft loving kisses before pressing up against me and becoming more eager. I could feel how hard he was against me, leaking pre-cum, “Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine,” I started grinding my body against him, with the limited movement I had with the aches and pains. Bradley took the hint quickly, lifted my legs up, and started fucking me hard and fast, grunting and moaning as he was finally able to focus on himself. I started asking him the same questions he asked me, “What is your biggest fantasy, Sir?”

“Why does that turn you on?”

“How would you feel if we fulfilled that fantasy, Sir?” That last question is what tipped Bradley over the edge, his thrusts became irregular and the sustained pressure on my g-spot decreased as shallow thrusts mixed in with the deep ones. Finally he pulled out, and with a loud moan came all over my stomach and chest, with some of his initial pumps so strong they went past my head and onto the pillow behind me.

After calming down, we cleaned ourselves up and did our post-sex routine, and we got back into bed and cuddled, kissed and talked about the events that transpired. I couldn’t tell you how many times I was edged, but I know my abs, legs and arms were sore and tired the next day!

Some thank yous are needed before I sign off… Firstly to u/adventuresofaTBD for the inspiration, to u/Hereandnow4u for convincing me to write and being a willing guinea pig (you are honestly the best cheerleader I know!), to my partner for encouraging me (tbf – that could just be that he is fed up of me and this gives me something to do while unemployed ?) and finally to u/Mrquick83 for giving me a writers perspective and lovely feedback (you are such a sweetheart!).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ic33we/my_29f_partners_29m_desire_to_blindfold_me