She enjoys watching him, his focus, his concentration, as he starts by tying her ankles tightly together and slowly works his way up. He takes such care with every knot, and it’s like a metaphor for the care that he shows in all aspects of their relationship. He is methodical yet sensual at the same time, with attention to each detail and perfect control. By the time he reaches her thighs she is completely aroused. The rope sliding across her skin is foreplay, and sensing this he takes a moment to tease her with light touches on her labia before he finishes binding her legs completely.
As aroused as she is, she is dying to spread her legs for him. Being forced to have them shut is exquisite torture. She wriggles her hips in vain, and by the smile on his face as he’s watching her she can tell that he is loving her predicament.
Pulling on the end of the rope, he raises her legs high and holds them there, and her naked pussy is exposed and vulnerable. he teases her lips as she moans. Shes desperate to be penetrated and he knows it. Being restrained and at his mercy makes it that much hotter. He looks into her eyes as he slides two fingers deep into her wet pussy. With her legs bound firmly closed her soft opening is tighter than usual, and the sensation as he thrusts his fingers in and out, deeper and harder, is so amazing that soon she’s begging him to let her come. But just as she’s at the edge of orgasm he stops, denying her release and making her that much more desperate for him. She moans and begs and soon his fingers are inside of her again, and she is so sensitive that each stroke is a new wave of pleasure…and she’s so close…she’s on the brink…and again she is denied.
He edges her again and again, and it’s not just her legs that are bound. It’s all of her, her body, her spirit, being owned by Master. She is reduced to a primal state. With every touch, every look, his control over her is reaffirmed. She is overcome by her need for release, and completely dependent upon him for that release.
When he finally allows her to come the pleasure is intensified by the relief and she is throbbing with sensation. The release is physical and emotional at the same time, and she’s filled with gratitude for the gift he has given her. She’s never put herself in someone else’s hands quite like this before. Their deep connection and the trust she has for him has allowed her to submit to his control of her most basic needs. She has learned that through giving herself over to him, she can be guided to greater heights of pleasure and fulfillment.
In surrender to him she finds her true self. In bondage she is freed.
Author: chasingamy99
My first time fluid-bonding with my first babygirl (in two acts)
This is what I wrote to her the day before:
Be wearing very little when I arrive. Be ready for me. Know that you’re going to be a very good girl for me, let me do as I please, and please me in the ways I want without argument.
Tomorrow will be all about *love* to start. I’m going to worship your entire body, and take my time doing so. Especially your legs and feet. Have you naked on your back on the bed. Push your legs together and give you a teasing you’ve never had. When I think you’re ready, you will be allowed to open your legs for me…but only If you ask nicely. You’ll get the fingering you love, you deserve, in the way only I can do for you. I’m going to *make* you come again and again. Own you completely, my own little quivering wet grateful mess.
And then you’re going to tell me how bad you need me to be inside you. I’ll ask you some questions, and you’ll give me the right answers. And then we’ll touch each other in ways we haven’t before.
A surprise shows up (A little something I wrote for a partner just over a year ago)
Your phone rings, “Restricted”, but you know who that is. “I’m five minutes from your house, come outside” I say by way of greeting. Your heart starts to hammer, this was unexpected.
I park in as secluded a place as I can and get out to greet you. It’s my powerful arms wrapping you up, pulling you super close and holding you oh so tight. You can feel my heart beating now, just like yours. I let go and step back, spin you around and watch your dress swirl up. I’ve always loved your legs, Michelle, so smooth and shapely and strong. I spin you again much slower this time, and take a loooonnnngggg look.
I open the back door to my car and beckon you inside. You find that I’ve already laid the back seats down, and I move my front seats all the way forward. “So much room!” you exclaim, “I had no idea!” By then I’m next to you laying down, our legs are already intertwined, faces together and drawn for a long long long long deeeeeppppppp kiss that lasts three days. Then my lips are on your neck, so hungry for your skin, my arms around you again, my face nuzzles and kisses and licks.