From the first time I saw you, there was instant lust. Yet knowing how way leads onto way, we kept the meaningless flirting aside and dove headfirst into relentless fucking.
We both learned from each other, feeding off of pain and passion. Always one to give and receive, I would dish out as much pain as I wanted to get, whether it be from fingernails grinding down your back, the tightening of the metal cuffs as you yearned to relieve sexual tension, or just some old-fashioned biting.
The sales manager knew what I was up to when I bluntly picked out the bed I wanted after laying on it, sprawled out in the middle of the store, making sure my ankles and wrists would stretch out to all four posts. With an evil grin, I signed the papers, paid in cash, and informed them I needed an expedited delivery, no matter what the cost.
The next day when my new toy arrived, I invited you over for a night on the town. Picking me up early, I opened the door wearing nothing but a see-through black robe. Slightly surprised, you don't surpress a smile or the stiffness growing in your pants. In mere seconds, you're wearing less than me, and ready for anything. I lead you to the new bed and your smile widens. Attached to all four posts are an assortment of handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and other mischievous items. I push you down on the bed, eager for the taste of your cock. You don't disappoint; I can taste your pre cum already and suck it off greedily. Easily [and dare I say happily] subdued, I get the cuffs ready. I want control before I let mine go.
On your back, chained up and sprawled out, I have free reign over you. And don't you dare speak. It's my turn and I will do anything to you that pleases me, especially knowing that I will be getting my fair share in return. I climb on top up you, my wet, shaved cunt pressing firmly against your throbbing cock. It feels too good; too innocent. I break your moan with a sharp bite to your neck. Another one to your chest; these are bound to bruise and swell. You like it...so much, you utter one word: more.
I slap you across the face, demanding that you say nothing unless I tell you. I ask if you understand and you nod. I continue. You enjoy the sharp sting, but don't dare let another word escape. Taking advantage of you on your back, I move upwards and command that you clean me up. As you lick, nibble, and suck, I almost reach the edge until I notice you pulling on your restraints. I dismount immediately and demand you tell me why you dare move. Not letting your answer, I tighten your cuffs; I was too easy on you before. Your cock is aching, glistening from your arousal, begging for my touch. You move a bit more and I notice a reddening of your wrists. I uncuff you and make you stand up, then cuff your wrists to the top of the posts; you are now standing. Your legs still spread, I am kneeling on the bed, bringing out another toy. You barely hear it before you feel the burn: a whip cracked through the air and onto your ass. You moan for more, so I give you more. Again and again, I whip you from behind. I tell you that you're a good pussy-sucker. I make you beg me for more. When you do, I call you my dirty fucking whore and smile coyly. You've been so good...I should give you a treat.
I go to the end of the bed, my face level with your throbbing cock. Not wanting you to cum yet, I run my tongue from your ass, spread open for my pleasure, to your balls. I take them in my mouth while probing your asshole with my tongue. Weak in the knees, your wrists burn. Completely turned on by this point, my thighs are wet with my juices. It takes all that I have not to fuck myself with my fingers and cum in front of you. Instead, I know what would feel better.
