Control [M/F] [Dominance] [Rope play]

For minutes now, the only stimulus her racing mind has received is the low hum of the ac. Or has it been hours?
When you are blindfolded and tied to a chair, time seems to elude the senses.
He has done a really good job with the knots again, as she really cannot find any wiggle room. Her arms securely tied behind the seat back, feet securely bound to the chair legs, and ropes just above her knees are tied off to either side ensuring her thick, smooth thighs are spread as wide apart as possible.

He always like to keep it so cold in here.
A familiar sounds breaks her from her thoughts; a key unlocking the door.
The door opens only to close a second later. The light sound of movement, objects being placed on the table beside her. She counts each as it makes its presence known with a thud or a knock on the table’s hard surface.
He’s brought 4 toys in with him today.
She listens intently for a greeting, a command, anything, but hears only the familiar hum of the ac.

He’s admiring his work, as well as her naked and exposed body, no doubt.
She is slightly shocked and can’t contain the slight jump her body gives as she feels him running his hands through her hair.
“It’s quite alright.”
His voice cuts through the air sharply, confidently, but with a loving and compassionate undertone. His hands moving now to her cheek, her throat, finally cupping her naked breast, giving her erect nipple a hard little flick.
The ac promises they stay that way.
“Have you been bad?”
He asks the question with the same endearment as a father would to a young, innocent child who has broken the rules.
She nods, as speaking with the gag in her mouth almost caused her to choke out the last time she made that mistake.
After proper steps were taken to make sure she was alright, that mistake was swiftly followed by a forceful throat fucking session to teach her a lesson about speaking with her mouth full.

He reaches down and unties the gag, releasing it from her mouth and sets it down on the table next to her.
He sighs, and sits down across from her.
“You know what happens when you’re bad.”
She licks her lips and clears her throat, making sure she is heard loud and clear.
“Yes, sir.”
Her response is awarded only by the sound of his fingers tapping on the table beside her, as if in contemplation of where he should begin.
She weighs the choice to provoke him in her mind for a moment before deciding to go for it.
“Make up your mind already!”
The words will prove to be the nails in her coffin, but she blurts them out anyway.

The tapping on the table stops.

“What the fuck did you just say?”
His voice quickly takes an authoritative tone and his chair squeaks and groans along the hardwood floor as he quickly stands up.
“Are you giving me an order you filthy little slut?”
A hand to her throat. Not enough to cut off the air supply, but enough to re-establish his dominance in the situation.
She can’t help but gasp and allow the fight or flight response to elicit chills down her spine and the slightest sense of panic to creep over her.
What will become of her after such a blatant display of disrespect to her dominant?

She hears the faint sound of a zipper. Short. Quick. Her face is stung with the first whip of his semi-erect cock across her cheek. Then a second, just as fast. The more aroused he becomes, the harder his cock and the more painful the slap.
She has half a mind to protest when his fully erect and throbbing cock is suddenly pressed past her lips and sliding the full length of her tongue as it makes its way toward the back of her throat. He grabs the back of her head and pumps three good times as deep as her jaw will allow before slowly removing himself and telling her how beautiful she looks with his dick in her mouth.
This is where he becomes sweet for a while. Perhaps to amend for being so brash, perhaps just to break the monotony of the little game of cat and captured mouse. Either way, she enjoys this part.

He begins by playing with her breasts, ever more supple and swollen from being bound in the rope corset. Like a small child, he fondles and suckles, massages and squeezes them, as if he never experienced breasts before in his life.
As his lips work their way around each of her nipples, his hands wander, first around her arms and back of her neck, then down around her waist, and finally they find their way to her inner thighs. He is being so nice right now, lightly stroking back and forth from thigh to thigh, lightly brushing the lips of her already soaking wet pussy with each pass. With his last pass from left to right thigh he presses just enough for the lip to catch the back of his hand and slightly separate her, opening her up like a flower ready for pollination. She can’t help but writhe and moan, letting out a slight gasp of air.
He has noticed that she is enjoying this.
“You like when I touch your sweet little pussy. Tell me to play with it.”
He gives her hair a slight tug, pulling her head back, bringing his face inches from hers. “Tell me..”
She needs no persuading by this point.
“I want you to play with my pussy.”
“You want me to what? I didn’t hear you.”
Her desire becomes her, and she quickly repeats herself much louder.
“Play with my pussy! Play with it!!”
She lets out a sigh of tension releasing relief as she feels his mouth covering her lips, his tongue ever so slightly penetrating her and then moving quickly up to lightly run across her clit.

Her muscles tense under their rope restraints as she writhes around in the chair as he begins to tongue fuck her, pausing every so often to lap up the mess he is making as she is now no doubt gushing all over the chair to which she is tied. His hands are cupping and roughly groping both breasts as he continues to lick and playfully nibble at her now fully surrendering supple little pussy.
Playfully squeezing the nipples and slapping the tits about here and there, this way and that.
His cock thuds against her breast bone and suddenly both breasts and pressed firmly together and he begins sliding his cock vigorously between, over, and around them.
Then, suddenly, nothing.
All stimulus comes to a halt.
Her mind scrambles to come to terms with the sudden loss of all touch, all feeling.

That loss is quickly forgotten as the first bite of the nipple clamp sinks into her left breast. She bites her bottom lip to hold back the display of pain and shock from spreading across her face as she doesn’t want to give him the gratification, just yet.
It proves even harder for her to control her reaction as the second clamp finds its place on her right nipple. The pain pulsates with her heartbeat, her nipples throbbing and increasing in sensitivity. Noticing this, he gives each breast a light slap and jiggles them in his hands, sending waves of pleasurable pain throughout her entire body.
“I’m going to untie you from the chair… it’s becoming and inconvenience. Don’t do anything you will regret. Just be a good little girl and don’t struggle or fight.”
She nods, still enthralled with the now almost numbing sensation in her nipples.

He first releases her feet and legs, then her arms, and slowly stands her up out of the chair. Both from lack of proper blood flow and from sheer excitement, she finds it hard to stand without her knees shaking and trying to buckle under her weight.
She feels his hands on her shoulders, turning her ever so slightly to the left and then a hard shove into her back. Her sense of up, down, right or left are temporarily lost as she feels herself free falling into nothing. She lands face down on the bed and immediately her arms are pulled and pinned behind her again.
“Keep them right there,” he commands.

Once again, she is right back to being left to wonder what is about to happen next.
Her questions are answered as she feels the familiar knots and coils of the rope sliding across her skin.
Suddenly the room is flooded with music, loud, almost deafening. Vivaldi? Is he blasting Vivaldi right now?
She does her best to stay preset with this moment, to fully appreciate and experience everything. It seems like an eternity as he hums along to the classical music and intricately weaves the ropes this way and that, over, under, lifting her up or rolling her to one side or the other to get the rope exactly where he wants it to be. His calculating and controlled manner of tying her up is such a turn on once she fully relinquishes all control to him. Of course, the fact that he takes time here and there to fondle, finger, or caress certain areas of her body while working is always a plus.
He definitely enjoys what he does, and she enjoys the fact that it is currently her he is enjoying.

“There,” he says, she can hear the confidence and sense of accomplishment in his voice.
“Now I can work!”

He stands up and examines his work by trying to wiggle into its flaws. Solid.
He arms are pinned so tightly behind her back and the rope perfectly encircles each of her breasts in such a way they are almost pushed up and out at the same time.
Without warning she feels his lips and tongue plunge into her from behind. Each stroke of his warm tongue across her clit and running the length of her lips before sinking as deep as it can reach inside of her. She moans and bites the blanket on the bed beneath her, and she can feel herself gushing with excitement as he continues to mouth fuck her pussy. He’s getting excited himself, the stokes are becoming more feverish, sloppy and wild.
He spreads her round ass apart with his hands, sinking his fingers into its soft flesh as he continues to wildly thrust his tongue into every crevice and hole in sight.
She moans ever more loudly as his tongue presses into and around her clit again, flicking it with vigorous force and precise motions.
He pauses his oral endeavors and continues to finger fuck her slow and deep, twisting his fingers as he slides them in and out of her. He gives her ass a hard open hand slap.
“You’re such a tasty little fuck hole.”

She can hear that he has taken an object off the table next to them, deliberately dragging it loudly as he removes it for effect.
Without any warning at all her ass is met hard and fast with his paddle.
“Scream little one, and I will really give you something to scream about.”
The sound resonates through the room like 2 pieces of wood being slammed together, as her ass cheeks are subject to another painful spank. She is biting down on the blanket again, heat rushing to her no doubt already rosy red ass.
“Do you deserve more?” He asks, knowing she is going to get more no matter her answer.
“Yes, I deserve more.” She almost yells the answer after having to hold so much so deep inside for so long now.
“You deserve more what?” He asks as he rubs the paddle’s flat edge along her cheeks, outlining her ass, lower back and thighs.
“I deserve more spankings!” She cries.
The loud clap rings out again as her ass is met once more with the paddle.

After a solid five minutes of torturous ass slapping, he once again returns to groping, jiggling, and lightly slapping her ass with his hands.
“Such an ass,” he whispers as his hands continue to explore the bright red and slightly welting flesh.
She can feel tears welling up in her eyes. Despite the pain and her now completely numb ass, she is so turned on she can barely stand it anymore.
She feels his hands slide underneath her body and he flips her over into her back on the bed.
Vivaldi, who was turned down to a much softer volume during her spankings, is now blasting in the room again.

It’s time to go back to work.

He spreads both of her legs and brings her knees up to her armpits.
“Now keep those there, nice and still.”
He brings more rope out and ties each of her legs up to her shoulders, wrapping the rope around her neck as well.
She is still wearing the blindfold so she can’t see his masterpiece just yet, but she can feel it with precise detail as he strings it this way and that around and across her body. She is now completely exposed, open, and vulnerable to his desires. At best, the most movement she can possibly muster at this point is to rock back and forth or side to side.
She feels him remove the nipple clamps from each breast simultaneously, the nipples now completely numb and just slightly purple, the claw marks still visible.

Once again she feels his hands slide underneath her shoulders and he pulls her up so that she is sitting upright on the bed. She imagines how she must look in this moment, a bound little sweaty and wet mess of flesh before him.
“Open your dirty little mouth,” he commands. She licks her lips and begins to separate them just as she feels the tip of his cock slide past them.
“No biting,” he insists, as he sinks his throbbing cock past her lips again, this time a little deeper than the last. She relaxes her jaw but stiffens her tongue, allowing the head to brush hard against it every time he thrusts into her face, then applies a good amount of suction every time he pulls his dick back out. He’s getting excited, she can feel him throbbing every time he is completely inside her mouth.
“Good little slut.”

He pushes her hard back onto the bed then grabs her by her ropes and pulls her down toward the edge of the bed. He’s stroking her pussy now with one hand while he is rummaging around for something with the other.
She loses her breath as he enters her. All 8 inches of his thick cock sinking deep into her waiting pussy. She feels the familiar tingle of warming lube as he continues his long, slow, deep strokes in and out of her, almost allowing the head to slip out and then driving it right back in again.
“Do you want me to fuck you, whore?”
“Yes, fuck me sir, fuck me!”

She is so swollen and wet and with the lube all she can hear is the gushing and sloshing sounds of his cock penetrating her over and over again.
With her answer, he begins to thrust harder and faster into her, grabbing on to her tied up thighs and using both her and the bed’s bounce to slam his cock hard and as deep as possible into her warm and sloppy, wet pussy.
At this point she begins to lose all control. She can feel her orgasm beginning to awaken deep with her and her body, though tied up tightly, is completely limp and lifeless, allowing him to have his way with her with no objections on her part.

Her lips grip his large cock and slide down the shaft feeling every inch of him inside of her. Suddenly, she feels a vibration on her clit as he is still feverishly pounding away at her. The stimulation is more than she can handle and she screams as her orgasm takes her over mind, body and soul. She shakes and gyrates as she comes hard, evidence of so beginning to form on his cock every time he pulls it out of her. He keeps the vibration going.
“Oh my god stop, please stop I can’t take it!”
“I told you I would give you something to scream about!”
Despite her efforts and pleas he continues to hold now even more powerful vibration directly on her clit all the while continuing to fuck her faster and harder with his cock. She desperately tries to catch her breath and calm herself down, she is so sensitive and the stimulation just keeps escalating. He begins slapping her tits and playing with her nipples. She screams again as the second orgasm takes her over and this time the vibration stops and his dick is suddenly pulled from inside her as she squirts a monstrous stream into the air.
“Good little girl,” he says with almost fatherly approval.

She once again is flipped over onto her stomach. Without any hesitation he enters her again from behind and gets right back to pounding away at her, slapping her ass and calling her his ‘fuck toy.’
She can barely maintain a solid thought at this point, her body is almost useless. He sinks a thumb into her ass while he continues to pump her with his throbbing cock. Words are impossible to form and she is left only spouting out various sounds every once in a while. The third orgasm is fast approaching. He has to be getting close by now as well.

Once again her bound and incapacitated body is flipped over and she is sat back up. He strips the blindfold off of her eyes. She squints, as this is the first light her eyes have been exposed to in over an hour. Just as they adjust and she is able to make sense of her environment his cock is shoved back into her mouth to be fucked once more.
“You better swallow it all up.”
She feels his cock throbbing harder than ever as it empties into her mouth and the back of her throat. His cum is hot and thick as it fills her mouth.

He pushes his dick to one side of her cheek and lightly slaps it from the outside, the same way one would slap a bottle to get the last few drops of its contents out.
“You’re such a filthy fucking bitch,” he tells her as he pulls his dick back over her lips, a little of his cum slipping out with it, dripping down her chin.
She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.
She’s never cum so hard in her entire life.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bcs6ck/control_mf_dominance_rope_play