I stepped out of the shower dripping wet and reaching for the towel and she locked the collar around my neck. “Did you clean yourself extra well like I told you?” she asked. I knew what she meant by “extra well.”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied. When she put the collar on me I was to refer to her as Mistress.
“Dry yourself off,” she commanded.
“Yes Mistress.” I toweled myself off as she watched. I tried to look her up and down without being obvious about it. She was wearing her corset and thigh high stockings with her panties over the straps. Once I hung the towel on the hook she clipped the leash to my collar. I was already hard. She tugged the leash and I followed her into the bedroom.
“Turn around.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I turned so my back was facing her. I felt her grab my right hand and draw it around my back near my ass and I felt the handcuff lock in place around my wrist. Then she drew my left wrist around and handcuffed it to the right.
“Get on your knees.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I sank to my knees there on the floor.
“Close your eyes.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I closed my eyes. I knelt there on the floor, head bowed, eyes shut, arms handcuffed behind my back. My hair was wet and slicked back, my beard dripped occasionally on to my chest. My cock was rock hard between my legs and I could feel the precum oozing into my foreskin.
“You may open your eyes.” She was standing over me with a strapon staring me right in the face. I felt slightly nervous. We’ve had plenty of play with the strapons but never like this. It was a translucent pink dildo realistically shaped like a dick. “Suck my cock,” she commanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said with a slight quaver in my voice. I lifted myself up on my knees to bring my mouth up to her cock. I tentatively gave it a lick a long the bottom my tongue moving across the bottom of its head.
“You can do better than that,” she said. I opened my mouth and took it in. It was big. I started to suck on her cock moving my head inexpertly back and forth. She reached down and put her hands on the back of my head, gently at first just letting her hands move along with my head. She began thrusting with her hips. I was unsure what to do with the motion, it sometimes pushed in farther than I intended. The pressure of her hands on the back of my head slowly increased. I gagged as she thrust her cock into my mouth. She gripped my head fucking my face.
She pulled out and I gasped, catching my breath. She came on my face, her strapon cock shooting cum like lube on me. It sprayed across my forehead, the next load went in my beard, and the final spurts went across my chest. She reached down and wiped the cum off of my forehead into my hair.
She took off the strapon revealing her freshly shaved pussy and sat on the side of the bed. Spreading her legs she commanded, “Eat my pussy and make me cum.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Walking on my knees with my arms still bound I made my way to the bed. Her legs were spread wide before me, pussy dripping with anticipation. I kissed the insides of her thighs as I approached and she sighed appreciatively. I began to lick up and down around her mound slowly working my way in. I licked between each of her lips, circled around, and began sucking on her clit. She writhed and moaned with pleasure as I worked her pussy with my tongue. She hooked her legs over my back pulling me in close to her. I switched from her clit to sliding my tongue as far into her hole as I could. She tasted delicious. The grool poured out of her and mixed with the cum in my beard. I pushed my tongue in and out as fast as I could, feeling her lips rub on my cheeks. I focused on sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue, but periodically switched to tongue fucking her, dragging my tongue over every inch of her pussy in between. Her clit was engorged and pulsing in my mouth and her legs locked around my head her thighs enveloping me. She came. Hard. I could feel her pussy contracting in my mouth and against my face. I was trapped there barely able to breathe as she moaned and pussy juices flowed out of her.
Finally she released me, and she laid still on her back breathing hard panting. I lowered my self back down so I was kneeling with my ass resting on my legs. I my beard was dripping with her wetness. My cock was so hard and it was ready to explode at the slightest touch. I knelt there still bound and enjoyed the view of her still pulsing pussy.
“Good boy,” she cooed as she sat up. “Stand up and turn around.”
“Yes, Mistress.” After I did she unlocked my handcuffs.
“Go get a towel and clean me up.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, came back and gently dried off her dripping wet crotch.
“Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
“Yes Mistress.” There were two straps with d-loops in them fitted across the bed. One about halfway down the bed and another at the top.
“Put your knees by this strap,” she said, indicating the one toward the middle. I positioned my knees near the strap.
“Wider.” I moved my knees farther apart. She fastened a cuff around my thigh just above my right knee and clipped it to the closest d-loop. Then she moved to the other side and did the same with the other leg.
“Put your face on the bed and put your hands by your knees.” She put a cuff around my wrist and clipped it to the same d-loop as my leg, and then did the same with the other.
I was immobilized now, with my ass exposed in the air and my face pressed into the mattress, my balls hanging down with my hard dick reaching up to touch my stomach each time it pulsed, in time with my heartbeat. I had pretty limited visibility with my head turned to the left and my body blocking most of what was going on behind me. I twitched as I felt her hand cup my balls. I couldn’t help but feeling vulnerable and exposed. I was at her mercy. Touching my like this made my muscles contract trying to be protective, but knowing there was nothing I could do. My stomach and the inside of my thighs tingled with the tension.
“You are all mine,” she cooed.
“Yes Mistress.” The tension built in my loins as I felt her hand slide from my balls too my dick and give it a few gentle strokes. I almost exploded from this alone.
“Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You have not.” There was a loud crack and my ass stung as she hit me with the crop.
“Have you been eating healthy?”
“No, Mistress.” Crack. I grunted with the impact.
“Have you been getting enough exercise?”
“No, Mistress.” Crack. I gasped and my balls retreated. The sting was sharp.
“Have you been getting enough sleep?”
“No, Mistress.” Crack.
She grilled me on my recent behavior. Each response earning another stripe across my ass. Each one stung more than the last.
“Are you going to do better?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I heard rustling behind me but I couldn’t see what she was doing. I felt a dollop of cold lube on my ass being rubbed in with a finger. Then I felt pressure on my hole, and it slipped inside me. It was the tentacle, black and red swirled silicon, narrow at the tip and steadily getting wider towards the base. She pressed it in slowly but firmly, stopping to pull it back, only to go farther in, reapply lube generously. I felt it stretch me out as she worked it into me.
I was completely at her mercy, bent over and bound, barely able to move as she had her way with me. I felt cold lube rubbed on my ass and then something gently pushing its way in. I could tell it was the tentacle dildo, nice and narrow at first. She used this one first as warmup. Its narrow tip and smooth surface slowly worked its way inside of me. She pressed it in and drew it back out only to press it again farther, periodically adding lube to keep things going smoothly. I felt myself stretched to the limit as it snaked its way inside of me. My dick ached for release.
I was completely at her mercy, bent over, bound, exposed.
She withdrew the tentacle, and shortly after I felt one hand on my back as she guided in the next toy. Once it was started she grabbed my hips with both hands and slowly thrust forward until her body was pressed against mine. She pulled out enough to turn it on and I felt it pulsing inside me, pulsing on my prostate. She began to regularly thrust in and out of me and I felt my body go flush. My skin became more sensitive in a wave from my bottom, up my abdomen, across my chest and nipples and up my neck.
She smacked my ass and began to thrust faster. The pleasure was intense, but I couldn’t cum. I felt so close, right on the edge, but just couldn’t achieve release. She continued to ride me. I was melting with anticipation, barely able to breathe for want of getting over the edge.
She stopped and pulled out leaving me panting to catch my breath. She uncuffed my hands and legs.
“Roll over,” she commanded. Laying on my back she cuffed my ankles and tied them off near the bottom of the bed, then cuffed my arms down at an angle. My dick up and throbbing, practically flowing with precum. She straddled me, putting her pussy just on the tip of my dick.
“You’re not allowed to cum until I give you permission.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She lowered herself into my cock. It was so warm and wet and amazing. I was still extra sensitive from being mounted and she felt extra soft and inviting after the strapon. The contrast was exquisite. She slowly began to ride me and I knew I would never be able to last until she gave me permission. Maybe I was a bad sub. On her third time coming down I exploded into her. Sweet release was mine as I felt my pulse shooting what felt like a gallon of pent up cum into her. I pushed my hips up into her trying to get as deep as I could and she indulged me pressing down in return and taking it all.
“Now you’re going to have to clean me up so you can try again to fuck me properly.” She moved her self up, straddling my face and pressing her sopping wet pussy into my mouth. I began to suck on her clit and her wetness poured over my face. I ran my tongue up and down her lips as she moved her pussy back and forth.
She moved her clit directly over my mouth and I sucked it and flicked it with my tongue as she rode my face. One hand on the headboard, she reached down with the other grabbing my hair and thrusting into my face. I could feel her clit and pussy beging to pulse, getting close to cumming again.
She moaned as she pulled my head in. Her lips spread across my face. Her clit against my tongue. Her juices running down my cheeks. Her thighs locking me in place.
She moved back down and slid my still hard dick in her pussy. I wanted to put my hands on her body so bad, but all I could do was strain against the cuffs. She rode me nice and slow and gradually increased the pace. She kept up a good pace and I could feel myself almost ready to explode. She got me right to the edge, before pulling out a vibrator and putting it on her clit. After a short while I felt her pussy contracting around my dick as she was cumming. We were coming together. Her breasts swayed as her chest heaved with her moans. Her juices flowed down over me. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes.
She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving me tied and covered in juices laying on the bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l53vyu/tied_down_fmfemdompeggingoral
Excellent story… Love it… Thank you
This was amazing. Was such a long story, I didn’t want it to end. I loved reading it. It made me wet. Thank you.