True Sex Stories: Given

I was lying on my back, feeling his warm tongue delving into my cunt.  My legs were tied, open, knees bent.  My hands tied together behind my head.  Blindfolded. Gagged.

I was only able to move from side to side really, but why would I.  His face was tongue was buried in my cunt and I was not in any mood to make that stop.  I could not scream.  I could not see.

I could only feel pleasure, yet somehow my body wanted to resist.

The rest of my body was bound and I was helpless.  Even when given pleasure, helpless is still helpless. He was incontrol of my body and my orgasms.  He would trace his tongue over my clit, in thick circles.  Rubbing up and down on one side until I started to tremble.  My muffled moans barely whispering into the air.  Then he would stop.  I could feel his breath, but nothing else.

Fingers penetrated me.  Filling, and pushing inside me.  Scratching my g-spot.  Slowly.  Thrusting, too slow to give me the violent and delicious release I craved.  Enough to make me want.  He knew my body wanted.  He could see.  He could see the tremble in my thighs.  The glistening pink of my cunt swelling around his fingers that filled me.  He was watching my want.  He whispered that I was beautiful.  That was sexy.  That my cunt was his for the taking.

He pushed me to the edge, and then stopped.  Telling me that I would not come yet as he was not done.  He wanted to watch my body tremble.  I let go.  I let go of my want for orgasm and transcended past it.  I let my body float in pleasure-trying to get past the release and swim in this pool.  My whole body became alive with sensation.

His fingers tracing my thighs made me moan and whimper out.  Teeth sinking into my thighs made my cunt ache and drip onto the bed.  His lips kissing my nipples sent aftershocks through my body.  Touching my cunt was no longer required. I was pleasure.  I was an orgasm, tied in rope and waiting.

As he untied the ropes, freeing my hands and legs.  He climbed on top of me.  His naked body warm and damp with sweat.  As he removed the blindfold, our eyes connected.  Wild and primal.  I was still gagged when his cock entered me and I melted into his body.  It was like a falling into a pool of warm thick water and it engulfed me.  My entire body danced on the edge as he thrust inside me, slowly.  His cock pushing deep up inside my body.  Reaching and finding the my sweet spot where he knew I could not, would not hold back, even if he told me to.

He whispered, "Wait for it my dear.  I want to hear nothing but your cries for me.  Nothing but your loyalty.  You will come for me."

My body shook in anticipation.  His eyes pulled something in my soul and I knew that what was going to come from my body was not mine.  It was his.  It was built and constructed by him.  Created in my sex but in the exact form he wanted.  He unhooked the gag from my head.

The burning from the center of my chest to the end of my fingertips started to burn the surface of my skin.  He thrust harder and I countered to meet each thrust.  My fingers dug into his flesh, my legs wrapped around his back and I pulled him in as deep as he could go.  As he removed the gag from my mouth- the cries came from my toes, thru my body and into the universe.

My whole body trembled with pleasure and I became fluid and fire. My body thrashed and rocked.  The only coherent words were, "Master… Master…"  and what flowed from my body was pleasure, desire, passion.  Tears streamed down my eyes, of joy and release and energy in it's purest form.  This is what he gives to me.  In return, I give him all of me.

I belong to him.

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