True Sex Stories: Thank You, Sir

Then there was another vibe.  I didn't even see him grab it.  He pressed it against my cunt.  He pulled the karada, and pulled me upwards so I was standing on my toes.  It wasn't a strong vibe, but…

My violet wand scene was through and I was cleaning off the bench when I saw him walk across the room.  He looked a bit familiar, so I did a double take but then realized he I had met him once… briefly.  He was tying someone in a karada.  I walked over and watched for a moment.  Me, liking the look of rope on a body and being tied up, but not exactly the process of getting tied up.  We made some eye contact but he was fixed on his rope bottom.

When he was done, someone else standing close by mentioned who he was.  "SirX" (obvious name change).  I assumed incorrectly that he was HER Master.  She asked if I would be interested in being tied, and I said, "Oh sure- that sounds fun."  Truth be told when I left the house that night, I think my last tweet was "pray for rope" or something like that.  I had it on my mind.  He was off in another direction so I flitted off to talk to other people and didn't think much more of it until he approached me later and asked me if I'd like to be tied.

I can't remember now if I kept my bra on, or if I was just in my panties.  There was rope… I remember there was rope.

His hands were warm.  He reached around me, and then to my front.  His fingers brushed over my flesh.  He wasn't really paying too much attention to the rope, but staring in my eyes.  He was standing very close to me.  Very close.  I was staring at his mouth.  The close proximity, the tightness of the rope.  I wasn't what was rope and what was his grip.

"You're lovely," he said, a half smile, almost surprised.

"Thank you." It came out as a breathy whisper.

He stared right into my eyes.  My chest got tight.  Once the karada was tied, I looked down at it, commenting on the color (that I don't remember anymore).  A few moments later he tucked some small vibes under two of the knots.  Everything vibrated.  I was momentarily aware of my surroundings but then disappeared again.  A bit thrown off, by the vibrations on my body.  I wasn't expecting how that would feel on me. It felt like, energy.  Motion.  Light.

"Very lovely,"  he grabbed the ropes at the front of the karada and pulled me closer to him. My hands remained behind my neck.

"Mmhmm" I purred out.

Then there was another vibe.  I didn't even see him grab it.  He pressed it against my cunt.  He pulled the karada, and pulled me upwards so I was standing on my toes.  It wasn't a strong vibe, but… my whole body..  everywhere.  His grip, the rope.  His eyes.

I was caught.  The vibrations made the rope feel tighter.  His eyes made my heart race.  I felt… oh god..

He pushed the vibe against me harder, his eyes tightening on mine.  Grabbing them so I could not look away.  I whimpered- a plea for him to stop, but- oh please don't stop.  I was off balance on my toes, but he was holding on to me.  He had me.

He had me.

He leaned forward, brushing his face against my cheek, turned towards my arm and his teeth sunk in.  Hard.  The soft tender flesh.  I cried out- my body torn between the vibe that he pushed now even harder, rubbing it up and down on my clit, and the searing pain from his teeth in my skin.  I was balancing, and spinning.  I didn't even feel him let go.  My flesh was burning, the ropes were vibrating from the top of my neck, across my back, in my cunt.  The vibrations were melting into my skin, combining in my center.  I was losing myself.  Lost… found… lost.

"Please?" I whispered, lowering my head into his chest, almost ashamed at my lack of control.  ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.

"What?" he said, pulling up on the ropes again.

"May I come Sir?" I asked quickly, barely able to stop it from coming, my mind fighting to control my body.  hurryhurryhurry

"Yes," he said, gently… so gently it was as if he kissed the word onto my neck.

My arms came down and I grabbed on to his shoulders as my body shuddered.  I lowered my head in to his chest and his arm went around me to balance me. I leaned in to him, gasping for breath, my body tightening around the orgasm, my knees buckling inward.  It happened quick and hard.

Recovering, the room came back into view, my breathing resumed to normal.  I didn't feel tired or spent.  I felt charged.  Energized.  Alive.  In a few moments he would start removing the karada from my body, we made small talk and he said once more, "You're really lovely."

Smiling, genuine joy, coming from my body, I again replied, "Thank you very much, Sir."

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To the reader:

This is where I say something witty as a way to end this tale,  but I'm not going to.  The tale doesn't end here…

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