True Sex Stories: What It’s Like To Be Tied Up

I lie on my back on my bed. He's stripped me down to this: thigh highs with seams down the back, garter belt, babydoll, slit down the front.

Blankets stripped down to the white fitted sheet. He begins with one ankle. Gentle, firm. Velcroes the soft fabric around my ankle and then pulls the strap taut. Then the other.

I watch him, silent. I don't move, except in quiet centimeters to help. Left hand, by my shoulder. Then right. Spread. He glances at me occasionally.

He asks where the blindfold is. I direct him to the bin under my bed. He surveys the contents, and considers what else he might use. I lift my head and he slips the silky strap around me. My ears strain.

Breath lifts my belly slowly. Falls. His fingertips trace the skin above my stockings. I imagine insect wings- fluttery and nearly imperceptible. He traces my legs.

Slap. His hand against my inner thigh. Sweet hot sting, and I smile. Again and again, one thigh and then the other. I writhe within my restraints, biting my lip and smiling wickedly. It doesn't hurt too much. He grabs at my breasts, pulls the cups from them roughly, squeezes my nipples hard in the air conditioned room. His hand prods my pussy, pinching and pulling my lips.

His weight sinks the mattress between my legs and his fingers continue to explore me. The light is on, and he is feeling and looking. No one has ever examined me before. No one has ever owned me like this. His finger brushes against my opening. I am slick and eager and I use my restraints to brace myself and push down onto him.

My pussy is trained to respond to his hands and I cry out with explosive fulfillment. I rock against him, shamelessly fucking myself on his patient hands. I am immediately in what I think they call subspace- reeling in the idea that I am at the mercy of his single still finger.

He begins to rock into me, coaxing my g-spot to send me into oblivion. I buck under him, realizing suddenly how different things feel when I can't close my thighs around his hand. I am slightly panicked with vulnerability, but soothed by his hand at my pussy, expertly drawing pleasure out of me.

My muscles begin their contractions, and send my body into super-orgasmic convulsions. A finger in my ass. Yes. He slips out of me and I whimper. A pause. A buzz. He slides the G-Ki into me and my mouth gapes and my breath freezes. Familiarity floods my body and for the first time I share this feeling with another person. He rocks the vibe inside of me and my moans become guttural. My head gets tingly and I lose myself to his rhythm.

My tension builds and builds in my own universe and suddenly I feel like I'm about to fall off the face of the earth. I am on the brink of orgasm but also on the brink of something I can't identify. I need to be grounded. I reach out for him but am suddenly reminded of my captivity. I gasp, "I need you to touch me!"

He reaches up a hand to grasp mine and I willingly jump over the edge, knowing he's got me. I come hard, crying out and writhing like a snared animal. I cling to his hand. Still desperate.

He moves his body up against mine, weight atop my body. I cling to him- no. I try and I am bound. I press my face, my only freedom, into his neck. He rubs against me in the rhythm of the toy deep in my pussy. I begin a rolling orgasm, completely overpowering and consuming. He kisses me and I am gone.

I come to, gasping, jaw and thighs shaking. My body is exhausted. My muscles give up fighting and my limbs fall limp to the bed. He slides the toy out of me slowly. I wonder if it is covered in my milky come. I wonder if he is looking for it.

He asks if I want him to let me out and I say yes without hesitation. He gently slides off my blindfold and kisses me. He undoes me in the same order he strapped me in. One leg free and I bend it inward, covering my vulnerability. The other leg joins it, gently clasped at the knee, seeking modesty.

He gets my left hand and slides in bed beside me as I unfasten my last tether. His arms slide around me and his legs find the curve of mine. His breath is warm and steady against the back of my neck.

I find his hand with mine. I squeeze. 

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