She made me drive to her house with a vibrating plug deep in my ass. Between that and the fact that one of my biggest fantasies was about to be fulfilled, I’m surprised I managed the drive there in one piece.
By the time I parked and walked to the door, I’m pretty sure my boxers were soaked through with the precum leaking out of me. By the time she opened the door, and my eyes were greeted with the sight of a tight corset, g-string, and these sexy strappy heels, I know they were.
She drug me inside and ordered my clothes off. I’m not shy, but there’s something slightly embarrassing – and super erotic, about a 5’10” blonde bombshell crossing her arms and smirking at you as you strip naked in front of her. With the vibrator still audibly buzzing the whole time. We’re both former college athletes, and I’m 6’2” and can lift at least half a barn, but once I was naked in front her, I was putty in her hands. She’d been going through the bag of sex toys we have, and a variety of ropes and other implements were spread out on the bed.
“Do you want the big gag or the small one?” She asked, already starting to pick up the big one. She knows that gags are my sub-leaning switchy self’s weakness: gagging someone else but – more importantly – being gagged. “Tight,” I begged as she shoved the big black ballgag into my mouth and pulled it tight, stretching my jaw almost painfully – and definitely pleasurably – wide.
She shoved me back on the bed, and I went willingly, desperate to experience whatever havoc she had planned for my body. She moved around the bed, tying my limbs spreadeagle to each of the bedposts.
“Good boy,” she breathed in my ear as she caught sight of my free hand stroking myself while she finished tying the other. “Stroke for me while you still can.” By the time she had my other hand tied down, my mind was starting to melt. The feeling of the rope digging into my wrists, the vibrator buzzing away inside me, the utter power she held over me. I moaned a little as nipple clamps bit down, and she playfully tugged at the chain connecting them. Which only made me moan more. She smirks when she makes me moan, this absolutely devilish quirk of her lips.
“I’m going to play with you now,” she announced, and I knew what was coming. “You’re going to tell me when you get to 9.” Whenever she ties me up, she likes to play an edging game. She tells me a number, 1-10, that I have to tell her when I reach it. Then she’ll stop and leave me squirming in frustration and denial. She can play this game for hours. This time, though, with the plug buzzing away and her mouth and hand working my dick like her life depended on it, I was at 9 within a few short minutes. “9,” I moaned through the gag. She smirked down at me again, and I can’t like that a little sliver of prescient fear squirmed down my back.
“Good boy,” she smiled. “Now for the fun part.” She slowly pulled the plug out of me, making sure to hit a few spots along the way. I jerked against my restraints and almost came right there and then, with my eyes rolling back into my head as I moaned around the huge gag in my mouth. She only laughed as she laid the plug aside and lubed up an electric pink dildo.
As she teased my entrance with it, she looked me right in the eyes.
“Same rules,” she ordered. “Tell me when you get to 9.”
And then she slid it in.
The next few minutes became a blur of sensation. I recall thrashing against the restraints as she fucked my ass with one hand, and with the other stroked my diamond-hard cock. The one thing that I clearly recall? That filthy smirk never left her lips as she used me like her slutty little toy.
I know I made it 9 at least once, and moaned around the gag to tell her that. She slowed down, but as I was trying to gather my scattered and horny brain cells, she slid the dildo deeppppp into me as her other hand pumped my cock harder than ever. “Cum for me,” she demanded as she did. And I exploded.
I went plummeting over the edge, almost my entire body lifted off the bed – the only thing keeping me down was the ropes ranking my arms back. Wave after wave of sensation ran through me head to toe as I moaned and writhed as she forced rope after roped of cum out of me all over my own chest. I forgot to breathe as one of the most intense orgasms of my life sent my soul spraying out of my dick.
By the time I was done, all I could do was lay there catching my breath as the woman who’d just taken me to the edge – and catapulted me over it – leaned back, with that damn smirk of satisfaction on her face.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z6far7/the_time_im_was_tied_to_the_bed_and_fucked_in_the