(Repost I forgot tags)
You pull off the blindfold so I can see the full measure of my predicament. Some of it I already know, like my wrists being tied to the bed posts, pillows propping up my back just slightly, and my legs bent and immobilized the same way I had you. I also know you’ve tied a rope harness, including the knot I used on you; which is even now rubbing my sensitive button as I take in your work. You’ve gone a step further though, adding two more carefully placed knots: one in the space where my lips end and my puckered rose begins, the second between my cheeks just above my anus. All this I know from before you removed the blindfold. Now that my eyes are uncovered I look around, watching you watch me discover each little surprise make us both wet.
The first thing I notice is the camera. Already on, recording my reactions. I can feel my core already twitching, knowing when I least expect it, you’ll use this video another time. Next, the full length mirror standing next to the camera, it’s angled so I have a full view of my spread lips and bound body, you know how much I love to make you watch your arousal and it’s clear I’m due for a taste of my own medicine. Then you: instead of your hair loose and flowing like mine, it’s pulled up in a tight bun, making you look stern, a look you’re completely undoing with the cheshire grin on your delicious lips. Your eyes are already dark with arousal and your cheeks are flushed with the exertion of positioning me to your satisfaction. Your breasts are in a pretty black lace half cup bra, your nipples protruding and hard already. You do love black when you get to be in control. Your panties match the bra and I can see they’re crotchless, slipping over your clean shaved skin, exposing your pretty lips as you shift your weight. I lick my lips, already anticipating the taste of you on my tongue. My hips shift as my centre reflects my thoughts and a low moan escapes as the knots do their job.
Beside the bed in easy view is a table full of toys. Ice sticks, chilling in an insulated glass, clothespins, clamps (both clit and nipple), the feather wand, the crop, the vibrator and the dildo. And something I did not expect: a gag. It’s a toy we rarely use, we both get off too much on the sound of each other’s pleasure.
You slip on to the bed and my lips part, hoping for a kiss. Instead, you straddle my breasts, placing your centre inches from my lips. “Lick me.” Your hands tangle in my hair “I want to taste my pussy on your mouth.” I obey wordlessly, you taste sweet like honey and I love your moans. My tongue parts your lips and circles your button as you hold my head to your body. I can feel each touch that brings you pleasure as your fingers tense and relax against my scalp. My hips rock, bringing all three knots into torturous contact with my most sensitive areas and I whimper against your centre. “Mmm, that’s my girl.” You moan above me, pressing your hips to my mouth driving my tongue deeper. “I want you to cum while your tongue is in my pussy.” While most of our desires run parallel, in one way we are opposites. Where I prefer to delay your gratification, making the finale more intense, you love to exhaust me with orgasms and driving me to the final peak when I don’t think I can take any more. The knots, the sound of your moans, and your taste work together to drive me to the edge. I pull your clit into my mouth suckling hard as I writhe to my first orgasm. Your fingers clench and your hips buck as my moans and gasps vibrate your clit taking you with me.
You dismount, leaning sideways to run your tongue over my lips, cleaning your juices off before plunging into my mouth in a hard deep kiss. My hips buck and my body arches towards you as much as my bonds allow. Those damnable knots punish me as I do, swamping me in waves of pleasure as you release my mouth with a bite to my lower lip. “Please.” I whimper in an unconscious echo of your words from before “Please Miss, touch me.” You smile and it’s full of mischief. “Where would you like to be touched? Perhaps here?” You rest the tip of your finger on the tip of my nipple, my arousal allowing you to touch just the barest section of skin and still drive me crazy. Before I can form a response, you move your finger and rest it on the knot below my anus. “Or maybe here?” Your smile widens as I moan in frustration, you drive me so wild it’s hard to think. “Or maybe here? Is this what you need touched?” Your finger tip rests on the soaked knot I’ve ground into my clit. I moan, helpless, “Yes, please Miss, I need it all.”
You remove your finger and kneel in front of me. “Your one and only rule today is to cum. As much as you want as hard as you want. No holding back. Is that clear?” You wait for my affirmative response before reaching for the table of toys. My eyes follow your movement and I my lips as I watch you decide which instrument with be the first to tease me. You pick the feather wand. “You had too much fun with this last time. I think it’s my turn.” Instead of starting at my chest, you begin at my feet. Unable to resist, you tickle them slowly. Making me giggle and wriggle in an attempt to escape. But my giggles quickly turn to moans as the knots once again remind me of my helplessness.
By the time the feathers make it to my inner thigh, a small puddle of my fluids has formed, and I’m glad you thought to put towels on the bed. I’ve orgasmed twice more and I can already feel another building. You draw slow patterns on my skin, hearts and stars before moving the feather up to my mound and letting rest on the knot. I’m torn between gratitude and frustration toward that knot as I cannot feel the feather against my clit while it rests. You watch the indecision on my face and can’t help but tease. “You want me to move the knot don’t you?” My head tosses back and forth “Y-Yes. N-No, please, oh God miss, I’m so close.” You smirk and pull the knot to the side, letting the feathers graze my desparate button. My eyes roll back as the feather pulls another orgasm from me and you replace the knot, reframing my lips so they’re once again spread by the two pieces of rope.
The wand goes back on the table as you look over your choices. You take the clothespins and the crop in your hands. You trace the head of the crop around my nipples, watching them twitch. You place the crop between my teeth as you begin to stroke my breasts, my nipples so rigid they barely move at your touch. You capture one between your lips and my whole body arches. You flick the tip with your tongue and I whimper. You pull back and I moan in protest, then gasp as you attach the clothespin. You repeat the process with the second breast, demanding I tell you how it feels as you attach the second pin and I plummet over the edge again. Barely coherent as you tug lightly on the pins through the convulsions I answer begging you not to stop.
You retrieve the crop from my mouth and begin tracing patterns across my breasts and stomach, leaving little red patches as you administer occasional swats on your way down my torso. With each strike and each stroke I whimper, begging for more as my pussy quivers in response. As you reach my waist you stop, the crop hovering above the knot. My tension builds until I can’t take it “Please Miss, spank my pussy, please.” No sooner do I finish my sentence then the crop comes down on the knot and my bud. I arch my hips up, meeting each swat with a whimper. You speed up, and I scream as I writhe under your touch. My orgasm bursts out and I go limp.
“Are you done? Or do you want more?” You reach for the dildo and run it along my dripping slit. “Oh God, please don’t stop.” I plead as you tease. You press the head up against my rose and I moan, bracing as the toy penetrates me. You thrust it in and out as you lean down and run your tongue along the length of my lips and catch my clit in your mouth. You lick and suck, rolling my clit around on your tongue. With your free hand you press the vibrator against your clit. I can feel your moans against my pussy and they make my walls squeeze. I pant hard, begging you to finish me as you thrust the dildo deeper and faster. With one last lick you finish me off leaving me limp as your hips buck and I coat your mouth with my juices.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mnpsba/the_knot_your_revenge_ff_ropeplay_anal