[MF] A Slut by the Fire

A few days ago I posted an ad looking for a very specific scene I wanted to do. In the post holiday quiet, I wanted to enjoy a bit of bondage in front of a warm fire. I clearly laid out my intentions in the ad, as well as any potential deal-breakers. It’s never fun getting into a power negotiation and finding something out later, so I always find it best to be honest.

Surprisingly, I got a few volunteers very, very quickly. As a man posting for submissive women for casual sex, I’m used to the replies being limited to one or two options, and more frequently zero if you filter out catfish attempts and cold feet. I started chatting with them, and hit it off with two of them. But one in particular was hitting a LOT of my buttons.

She was easily described as a Power Slut. What amuses me in retrospect is that I think both of us were careful not to offend each other at first – not every women enjoys being called a slut, and not every man is secure enough to handle fucking a slut. But as we started swapping fetishes and desires, we knew we had a really fun match between each other.

She had a strong desire for sensory deprivation and rough sex. And while she loved choking and being pinned down, there were definite pain limits. Spanking would be off the table, along with nipple torture. I didn’t even suggest slapping her face or pussy, but that’s OK – I can do that with other ladies that love that.

We very nearly decided to meet up that first night of chatting, but called it off for a couple reasons – it was getting late, and I was out of rope. So we compared schedules and picked a night that worked for both of us. This also bought me time to clean my house a little.

The night of the scene, I realized I was an idiot – I still hadn’t gotten any rope. So I improvised. We were meeting at a coffee shop in a semi-crowded shopping center. Neither of us bothered to order anything, instead we just chatted about vanilla life and a little about our sex life.

Eventually, I came to the realization that she wasn’t waiting to feel comfortable with me, she was waiting to make sure I was comfortable with her. There was little to no excuse to pick up, leave and fuck.

So I did what any kinkster would do – I took her to WalMart.

If you’re into BDSM and kink and such, or if you’re curious about learning how to tie someone up, don’t buy your rope from an adult store. That’s just silly. WalMart has a fine selection of options. Go with cotton if you want a soft rope that knots up really tight. Nylon looks nice and pretty, and they even have some hemp rope if you want to make it sting. As an added bonus, the rope is usually one section away from the pet department, where you can snag a cheap dog collar. And in the pharmacy section, you can get some bandage scissors, which are a necessity.

She picked out a soft white rope, just a touch on the slippery side so that I’d have to be extra careful making sure my knots held. I drove her back to my place, then instructed her to change in the bathroom. She was a little puzzled by my command, but I explained it to her later. At this point, I didn’t know what she looked like naked. She laughed about this, because all I had to do was ask and she would send nudes. But I enjoyed the idea of some surprise to it – for the past year or so, I had seen all of my sexual partners naked before even meeting them face-to-face. I wanted to unwrap her, and slowly.

Her choice was a little black dress. I guided her to the living room, where the fire was already cracking along. When she was in the middle of the room, I stood immediately behind her and grabbed her by her neck. She gasped for a moment, a nice reminder that I’ll be in charge for tonight.

I had a table set out – duct tape, ribbon, vasoline, markers, scissors, condoms, my phone. I began slicing the rope up into the needed lengths, and binding her up.

We discussed her flexibility before we started, so I decided the best option was to lash her arms to her sides, then bind her ankles and knees together. As I tied her up, I took her to the edge of the couch.

One nice push in the small of her back, and she was face-first into the cushion, with her ass bent into the air. It was a very nice ass, too. It tempted me, seeing her helpless and knowing I could just have my way with her then and there. But I had work to do.

She seemed to stiffen up a little when she was bent over. I checked her fingers and saw they were OK, but I asked for a Stoplight anyway. When a Dom asks his sub for a stoplight, the sub replies with one of four colors – green to keep going, yellow to dial it back a little but don’t stop, red to stop full and start aftercare, and blue to take a 15-second pause. She gave me a Yellow, which was a little surprising. I was focused on the knots, and I checked them all quickly to make sure nothing was too tight. Then I realized it was how her face was rammed into the couch. I picked her up, pulled the hair out of her face, then blindfolded her with a bright red ribbon.

While she was standing, I started tying up a “spine” of rope down her horizontal bindings. This was mostly to keep the ropes in place in case she started struggling. But I’m also a bit on the evil side, so I laced a few ropes in between her legs, snugging them up nice and tight against her pussy. By now, I’ve only groped her ass and tits a couple times, and only over the fabric of her dress. I could do anything to her, and the anticipation was growing.

I made her walk. She could move about two inches with each step. I guided her closer and closer to the fire, and in front of an overstuffed leather chair. I took pictures of her struggling to move. And when she was lined up just right, I pushed her again. She landed perfectly into the chair, but the startlement stiffened her body nicely.

We went over non-verbal safewords. When I was happy with her response, I taped over her mouth. A nice bit of sharpie on the tape identified her as a slut, just in case I forgot.

I picked up the medical scissors, then stroked their cold metal over her cheeks and arms. I wanted her to know what was in my hands.

I tugged on her little black dress, and started snipping holes in the fabric. First I cut away the area around her tits. Seeing one lovely little nipple, I couldn’t resist. I heard her whimper under the duct tape, so I teased her a little more with my teeth.

Cutting more, I peeled away the dress around her cunt. Tugging on the ropes made her squirm. I pulled the ropes open, enough to get my fingers inside of her. She was dripping wet.

I stood up, then dragged her out of the chair by the ropes. She slumped, face-down onto the floor. I took my time to strip naked, and demanded she struggle for me. I wanted to see if she could get loose.

She couldn’t. She was my little fucktoy, wrapped up and ready to play with by the fire.

I sat down on the back of her legs. Her struggles nearly stopped – she knew she was helpless. And she could feel my hard cock press against her. I taunted her.

“Does this little slut want to feel Daddy’s cock inside of her?”

More muffled whimpers came from behind her gag. They were probably affirmative. At this point it didn’t matter.

She was trying to use her ass cheeks to grab my cock. I don’t doubt that she would have been able to guide me in with just her ass – this slut knew how to use her body correctly. But I needed to spread her legs. I hit the release points on the knots below her waist. She wasn’t going to have her hands any time soon, but I was going to have her pussy.

I rolled her over, slipped a condom on, and pushed deep inside of her.

I love the sound of a woman moaning. I wanted it. And her little muffled whimpers were making me mad. So I peeled off her tape. With my hands near her face, I let them grasp around her neck. I started to squeeze. Her pussy started to squeeze tight around my cock. I could feel it building inside of me, I didn’t want to last much longer. I wanted to coat this little slut in splatters of cum.

I started to pull out. Her pussy squeezed even tighter as she knew what was doing. I nearly came in the condom. Just pulling it off was enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t even aim. In a near-drunken haze, I grabbed my dick. I kept cumming. I made sure it was vaguely pointed at her and not my carpet. Cumsluts are easier to clean up.

When I could breathe again, I helped her untie. She had splatters of cum on her belly, tits and face. There was even some dripping down near her pussy. I didn’t bother wiping her down or offering any towels, I wasn’t done with her yet.

We chatted for a bit, and I worked on some restraint tying on her hands. We were both nake by the fire, discussing our earliest kink memories and scenes we’d like to do. I let her keep talking, until finally I pushed her to the ground and started licking her pussy. I casually talked about how it’s absurd that some people think that eating pussy can’t be dominant. She did her best to agree, but she was starting to have trouble keeping up with the conversation.

I opted to prove my point, roughly pushing two fingers deep into her tight little cunt.

“See, now you’re going to do whatever Daddy tells you to, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes Daddy.”

She’s a good little slut.

I ordered her to stand up and follow me. I let her know she could bring her phone if she wanted to. We were about to slip outside of the realm of things we negotiated previously, I wanted her to have an out handy. We went up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I’m married. It’s a big deal-breaker for some, and that’s OK. She knew it going in, and didn’t mind. I grabbed her by the neck and pointed to the bed in front of us. It was my wife’s bed. It was my bed. I only fuck my wife in that bed.

I wanted this little slut to get into the bed. She did. She was my fucktoy, she did as she was told.

The room was fairly dark, and we were both swimming in the sensations of a new partner and the taboo of it all. I put her on her back and grabbed her hair tight. I started fucking her hard. I wanted to pound this little slut on the sheets I normally sleep in. I wanted to cum for this slut.

She started gasping and squealing about how she was about to cum. I could feel her pussy quivering, more intensely than I was ready for. This little slut was losing all control. I wanted to join her, to feel that sensation of using this slut’s pleasure for my own. I gave into the rush and felt my whole body drain into pleasure.

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