A little snippet of my first experience with BDSM…? [F] [M]

PART 1

I feel the leather tighten around my wrists as I close my eyes and take in his scent. It’s been so long since I was in this room. I wish I could touch him. The material pinches my skin, but I know better than to whimper. He wants me absolutely silent while he uses me. I had to learn this the hard way.

“Have you been a good girl?” he murmured softly in my ear, while tugging on the restraints, making certain that my hands are completely bound. I nodded my head vigorously, the ball gag firm in my mouth, making me unable to speak.

It had been an entire month since I had seen him last, and I hadn’t touched myself once. Not even the nights I found myself dreaming about the past, my body subconsciously grinding against the pillows while my pussy throbbed, aching for him.

On those nights, I tried my best not to give into the temptation to make myself cum, as my mind fell back to those intense memories. Like the time he fucked me in my cocktail dress, in the back room of a wedding reception. The time he spanked me until I had tears in my eyes, right outside a public elevator. Or, the time he made me touch myself until I was soaking wet, on the floor of a dirty bathroom stall, licking the juices off my fingers.

“Liar” he snarled gruffly, snapping me back to reality. “I can smell him on you.”

My eyes widened and my brain was wracked with panic as I replayed the prior 4 weeks. Who was this person he was referring to? Or was this one of his mind games? I hadn’t so much as looked at another man throughout the course of our time apart. I had even gone far enough to make sure I avoided them in the grocery store I stopped at prior to arriving tonight, fearful that the scent of cologne that permeated the air would somehow seep into my clothing and I’d be punished yet again. I couldn’t have that. I needed him inside me.

He stood motionless in front of me then, just staring. If my hands weren’t bound, it’d be hard not to reach out for him. I yearned to run my hands across his shoulders, down to his forearms, feeling the grooves of muscle and ripple of abs as I made my way to his perfectly toned stomach.

I’d give anything for him to let me hold his smooth, curved cock for just a minute, feeling it pulsate in my hand as I slowly brought it towards my lips, swirling my tongue around the head as I felt it grow larger in my mouth.

As I was admiring his shape, I saw his body move quickly and before I could brace myself, felt the hard slap of his hand against my face, causing me to cry out in pain. My eyes watered under the blindfold and moments later, the ball gag was ripped from my mouth, with a long stream of spit following after it.

“You’re such a dumb slut.” he sneered, casting a downward glance in my direction. “I told you not to make a fucking sound.”

I sniffled, still feeling the blow from his hand on my cheek, and managed to stammer an apology.

“I’m s-sorry, daddy. I’m sorry.”

I looked up meekly at him, and felt the juices of my throbbing pussy spilling out around my thighs and slowly onto the plastic chair I was strapped to, that had been placed against the bed.

I couldn’t hide how wet I had become, and I saw his eyes looking down at me as I shifted my weight, hoping the restraints would loosen on my wrists so they wouldn’t cut off circulation.
My pussy surged as excitement and fear filled my body.

As he gazed at the wetness between my legs and back up at me, he smiled softly.

“You’re not sorry yet.” he stated, stuffing the ball gag back in my mouth, eyes gleaming.

“But trust me, you will be.”

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