[FM] All tied up, Peter round 4

“I’m going to tease you so bad, you’ll learn to never tease me again,” Peter whispered in my ear as he wrapped the tape around my head. God damn, that accent still gets me.

“Can you see anything?”

“No.”

“Good.”

I was back to New York again and hadn’t seen Peter in several months, but we’d been in frequent contact. As much as we like to fuck each other, we also like to hear about the other fucking others. He’d regaled me of his conquests and had even selected a Reddit suitor for me in another city on my travels. But Peter was slightly irritated with me, and he was going to make me pay for it in the best way.

He’s not used to not getting his way. And I’m not like most women. But when he showed up, in my hotel and found me in the lingerie purchased just for him, he started the most intense and prolonged period of foreplay I’d ever experienced, starting with standing in front of the open hotel window facing Manhattan, hands by my side and forced to listen to his “preparation”. I could discern some of the sounds: heavy metal placed on the stone-topped nightstand, the clang of lighter metal. Equally, there was just as much I couldn’t make out, and figured at one point he was probably just doing it for dramatic effect. When he removed the tape later, I changed my mind about that given the sheer volume of toys and accessories he’d arranged.

He eventually returned to me, placed tape around my head so I couldn’t see, and started running his hands over my body. A mix of delicate and firm, his hands, his mouth. Then he started preparing me for later. The cuffs went on – one on each wrist and ankle.

Once he was satisfied they were secure, he pushed me onto the chaise in front of the window on my hands and knees. He ran his hands over my ass and down the backs of my legs. I thought I was going to crawl out of my skin with anticipation. Little did I know, he’d barely scratched the surface with me.

He guided me to the bed next, instructing me to lay on my back. More teasing. His hands and lips on my body, up my inner thighs, next to my pussy while carefully avoiding direct contact while he pulled the lingerie to the side.

A new sensation: almost painful but not. It felt like he was cutting me, something running across my skin. That edge just next to pain also drove me crazy. He was looking for me to describe the sensation, and I couldn’t at the time. Pain. Pleasure. It made me pull against the restraints and rise my body off the bed. He placed a vibrator on my clit and told me not to let it fall as he did it. It fell once. And then twice. I could hardly control my body. And I was nervous he was going to punish me more for not successfully completing this task. Thankfully, he didn’t, but what came next would continue to escalate his control over me.

“Too bad this is going to have to go soon,” he said, referring to the light blue lace and black strappy lingerie. Shortly after, he pulled it over my shoulders, exposing my tits, then my stomach, then my pussy as he slid it over my hips and down my legs.

One limb at a time, he secured me to the bed, clipping each cuff to some thing (bed straps he’d set up, I’d later discover). He spread my legs and propped up my right one, slightly bent at the knee to expose my pussy more.

A cold filling sensation in my pussy. A new toy. A new toy I had no experience with. He was rocking it against my gspot. And quickly I was losing control. My first orgasm.

“You’re going to count out loud each time you cum,” Peter instructed. A second later I’m breathlessly saying “two” as he used his fingers to make me squirt. I could picture the slight grin on his face as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my juices all over my stomach.

It’s a blur then for a while. The orgasms come fast and intense. He’s making me squirt over and over again. He breaks out a magic wand that had I not been restrained would have caused me to crawl off the bed. He tells me he’ll stop when I get to 10.

I beg him to fuck me. My body is quickly exhausting from the incessant orgasms. He tells me when I get to 20 then he will.

Finally. 20. At this point each orgasm feels like a burden. I will it to pass quickly, but I cannot wait to feel his cock inside me. He’s naked. At some point during this ordeal, he’s taken off his clothes, though I have no idea when that happened. After being nearly tortured with pleasure to finally feel him inside me. My hands are still bound, but my hands are free when he enters me. It’s a relief to finally have him, to feel his body on mine, his lips on mine.

Somewhere around 23, he removed the tape that had covered my eyes for the last hour. He pulls out and unhooks my feet to be able to put my legs above my head. And he makes me watch what I can only describe as a fountain when he fingers me again. I can feel the squirt pouring down my stomach. He brushes his hand through it to splash my face, and now I can taste it too. Salty, unfamiliar.

I continue to cum. I’ve lost count, and I stop counting out loud. I’m a little nervous I’ll be punished for it, but he lets it go without comment.

He goes back to fucking me, my legs now unbound and able to see. He collapses my body onto itself for deeper access in my pussy. I don’t recognize myself. The sounds coming out of my mouth, the way my body feels. He pumps harder before dropping my body and shooting a giant load of cum all over my body.

I ask to be uncuffed when he finishes. He collapses next to me, sweaty and out of breath. I nestle into his side, thoroughly spent. “I lost count,” I admit.

“28,” he said without missing a beat.

Holy fuck.

We lay there for a while, both of us occasionally nodding off briefly, our bodies clearly needing recovery. I make some comment about orgasms and he tells me that I’m going to give him his next one with my hands and mouth.

I grin at him and star moving my way down his body. He is already hard waiting for my tongue to touch him for the first time. I lock eyes with him as I slip his cock past my lips and into my mouth.

The one of the toys he’d used on me earlier he’d explained had a dual purpose. The other for him. I’d never used a toy on my partner, so he instructed me: first with my finger, then slowly with the toy, rocking it to hit his prostate just right.

Hands, mouth, each of us with hands on the toy in his ass. I feel his body tense before he releases his second load of cum into my mouth. This salty taste, familiar.

We lay there for a few minutes in a post-coital haze. We’ve trashed the bed. I’m glad to not have to sleep there tonight. I make a mental note to tip the maids again.

We clean up and he packs his bag of accessories. He kisses me then walks to the door. He pulls the door open then turns back to me.

“Look forward to reading this chapter soon.

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