Erotic Fantasy: Bondage Dreams

A hand around my throat. The rope pulled taut over and under overspilling breasts, down tied in an intricate harness, fastened in knots that are positioned deliberately at the lower point of my V, over my clitoris. Imagining I can feel every minute strand of fibre separately teasing and rubbing.

His hands reaching round from where he fastens the arm binding style harness at my back, the reach round and massage my jutting out breasts, not only exposed but captured full of blood, alive and ripe for extreme sensations. Rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Luxuriating and secretly smiling that evil smile of sadistic pleasure in my delicious torment.Fingernails digging in to the creamy fleshy masses of my orbs one moment, then then next releasing so suddenly. Leaning over my shoulder to attach the weighted clamps.

Oh, so tight. Too tight? Probably. I don’t know anymore. I trust.

Light kisses as a balance to the almost sheer skin stretched at the side of my neck, eyes rolling back, head stretched to the side to offer him the taste of my flesh there.

Kisses fluttering over my skin, kissing away the bite of the clamps, the sensation of the clit knot with every slight squirm where I kneel. Distracting with mouth and fingers roaming over the skin that seeps through the pattern of ropes, down to slip between the dual rope coming out from the clit knot and round under my pussy and up between cheeks to my back. Slipping between them to feel the wetness already pooled there, so ready.

Slipping the remote egg inside. Letting his delicious digit linger just a little too long… or not long enough? I sigh, heavily. He pats the rope against my tormented pussy once it is back in place, tight and holding the toy inside. Not switched on yet. The remote lays out of reach for now, on the side. His side.

Coming round to my front so I can see his beautiful face. I love his face. I love being on it… no, mustn’t think of that now. It won’t help. He looks into my eyes and just smiles. He never has to say much.

Carefully unfolding my legs from under me where I have been kneeling up in the centre of the bed, he then eases me back so I am laid flat, face up, bound arms beneath me.

Clamp weights pull painfully, gravity pulling them down to the sides, my poor nipple flesh with them. He leans over me to kiss them both, one at a time, one hand in my hair, the other leaning deliberately on the clit rope knot. I involuntarily attempt to arch my back and utter something just short of a squeal. He nips the nipple around the clamp teeth, with a smile. Quiet now, he tells me.

I want to feel him inside me. Now. I want him on top of me. I want to be free to run my fingers all over him, have my mouth around him before riding him so hard. But I don’t. I want to be bound and used. I don’t know. Safer not to think. Just trust.

Moving up he kisses me, passionately. Swirling tongue around my mouth, selfishly taking my taste, demanding all of me to him, forcing my mouth into submission with his wilful and strong one. Leaving not a millimetre unscathed from this affectionate assault, finishing with a twist of the lips as a kiss, leaving his taste upon mine, heady, manly, cruel.

Completely contrasted by the rubber ball he sets inside my hungry mouth. Pulling the straps  tight about me, fastening behind as he tips my head to the side. I gulp behind the gag. A quiet night then.

He picks up the control. With a gleam he sets it in motion. Straight to top level. Fuck. Body comes alive, even more alive if that’s even possible. I want to grab him and dig my nails into him and demand that he fuck me with every fibre of his being. But I lay trussed and gagged, clamped and teased… until I am almost at that point…

…he switches it down to the lowest setting. I could cry.

Laying down next to me, he pleasures himself as I lay, watching, tears in my eyes. He’s teasing me quite brutally but this is what I want. He leans over to kiss my stretched lips around the rubber ball within my open jaws. A hand appears to pinch a nipple, then pull on the weight.

All of my movements send the knot deeper into my clit, rubbing over firmly. I don’t know whether to squirm or remain still. The sense of confusion distances me from reality. I’m sinking…

He’s so close to me. I can feel his heat. He props himself up by my side to look into my eyes, enjoying my discomforts yet the strange perverted bliss I derive from this. Still giving that half smile, eyes meltingly deep. Not saying much. Not even shushing my moans anymore. Willing the tears to fall, he loves it when I cry.

The egg barely buzzes inside me. It’s driving me crazy. I want more! I’m sulky inside. I’m being trained on the outside.

Frustrated little kitten all tangled up, claws put away and being played with.

Will he play more with me tonight? Perhaps. He snuggles up besides me, a not so innocent cuddle at bedtime.

I wonder how long those batteries will last? He whispers, as his mouth is against my ear.

A horrified whimper is my reply. I feel him really smile this time.

He reaches behind to click off the light. I lose myself in the darkness, to the sensations, the perversion, the torment, to him.

 

 

2 COMMENTS

  1. now that’s hot…teasing is pleasing. when’s the next part arriving?! I really want MORE of this. My favourite lines:

    “I want to feel him inside me. Now. I want him on top of me. I want to be free to run my fingers all over him, have my mouth around him before riding him so hard. But I don’t. I want to be bound and used. I don’t know. Safer not to think. Just trust”

    SEXY!!

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