True Sex Stories: Fucked In Bondage

His hard cock was right in front of my face and he proceeded to gently fuck my mouth. It was hot, but he didn't stay there for long: it was my cunt he was really after.

We had talked about doing a bratty scene, but I thought we'd do the scene later in the evening, after we'd relaxed during the brutality of the after­noon heat.

My eyelids felt heavy and he invited me to lie down in the bedroom with him. I thought we'd snuggle for a bit, and maybe drift off for an after­noon nap. But he didn't take him long to pull up his t-shirt and direct my face to nuzzle his body.

Body worship was all good with me: I brushed his delicious skin with my face and hair, and slid my lips along his body, making sure to include his hardening cock. He put his hands into my hair at the back of my head. I hesitated, waiting for his direction. He said "Let's go to the Black Room."

It wasn't just changing the venue and carrying on, it was the scene already: Bug Board, Fairy Wand and the sadistic grin on his face. I felt unprepared and a bit panicky at the abrupt change.

I discovered that it is really hard to brat when I am all tied up: no foot stomping is possible, and there's no room to wriggle properly. I think I might need more space to properly express my brattiness! He was randomly doing mean little things to me and I couldn't do anything about it, so he got exactly the reaction he wanted. He wasn't ramping up the sensation much, but the flow of subjection felt endless and I wasn't able to relax into it.

There were lots of slaps – little ones, nothing that would mark me, but with a continuous, gusty delivery. They almost layered themselves. He hit my thighs, pussy, hips, tummy, sides, breasts, and he did one on my face which really made me grrr. There was no regularity, and it was probably the randomness that irritated me the most. I had no way to predict them.

He would switch from those slaps to gentle stroking, and then threaten to tickle me with his fingers. I used my anger to stop any sort of laughter escaping because I was just not in the right headspace to be tickled.

He made sure to sexualise the scene by intermittently pulling out the Fairy Wand and revving me up. Sometimes he literally rolled the speed up and down. God, that is so mean! He wasn't letting me come either. What could I do?

My irritation and frustration was edging towards tears. James watches me especially carefully when we're doing new types of scenes, and he is very good at keeping an open dialogue. "How are you doing?" was my cue to let him know that I was struggling. He managed it brilliantly. He said I haven't fucked you on here before," and promptly moved us into a new space.

His hard cock was right in front of my face and he proceeded to gently fuck my mouth. It was hot, but he didn't stay there for long: it was my cunt he was really after. As he positioned himself between my tightly restrained thighs I felt a tight excitement; and as he pushed his saliva-slicked cock into my already juicy pussy I felt total joy. My absolute bondage allowed me to flex and tighten my muscles as he fucked me without it affecting his movements in any way.

It was one of those enlightening moments. My long-held rape fantasy is not about rape (which has worried me) it is about being fucked in bondage, which allows my body to ‘resist' but not effectively. Yep, that works for me very well! It was so fucking hot.

I was wanting to come within half a dozen thrusts, but he had other plans. A quick shift in position allowed him to layer in some pussy slaps, and then get back to fucking me. Oh. My. God. I wanted it to never end.

He paused and pulled out again. This time he lay across me with his fingers around my nipples. As he gently rolled them between his fingers he looked into my eyes. That sadistic place was there. There is a certain blankness that comes into his face when he is getting ready to hurt me. I could see it, and I knew that the pain was coming. Then he squeezed. Hard. The lance of pain that went through me felt like it lifted me up through the restraints. It wasn't a quick squeeze and release; this was a good hard lengthy squeeze.

Then he pushed his rigid cock into my cunt again. I commented on how wet the pain had made me. Damn if it didn't feel so good, with the singing pain in my nipples and his hard thrusts into my body while I resisted and pushed and pulled with all of my muscles.

I could do this for such a long time, greedy cunt that I am, but I was also very aware that it was very stimulating position for his cock. I could feel all the right pressure points happening and his orgasm was not far away, but by that time I'd already had a couple of orgasms.

I always thought that I was a total weirdo for having rape fantasies, and it took me a long time to be able to acknowledge that the idea made me hot. Real rape is not something that I would wish upon anyone, so why has the fantasy of it stayed with me? I was relieved when I found that I was not the only one; on FetLife I found several groups dedicated to the topic.

Before today I don't know if I could have isolated what it was about rape fantasy that did it for me, but now I've got much more awareness on what turns me on about it. I definitely want to do more sex in bondage, and thinking about it has made me horny as hell again. I'm feeling very greedy…

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