Bondage Experimentation

It had started innocently enough with a back massage. Melissa was stretched out on the bed, lying on her stomach. Jack had lit some candles, turned out the lights, and told Alexa to play thunderstorm sound effects. He had warmed some scented oil in his hands, and then spent the last thirty minutes sensuously rubbing every part of her.

He started with her feet, then her calves, and slowly worked his way up her thighs. He stopped when he reached her hips; his thumbs just barely touching the edge of her silk panties. Then he moved to the head of the bed and started over with her hands, working his way up her arms.

He spent several minutes on her neck and shoulders, and then his warm oiled hands gradually massaged down her back. He alternated between gentle caresses with his fingertips, and firm, deep massaging with his strong hands.

Melissa was so relaxed; her body felt like it had melted, and Jack was reforming it, like a sculptor with wet clay. She might have even drifted off to sleep, were it not for the many times he paused to kiss her. His hands never left her, even for a moment, but when he had finished one part of her body, he retraced it, using his lips and tongue.

This time when he reached her lower back, he kept going. He slid her panties off, and then his hands massaged and caressed her cheeks, spreading her legs slightly as he touched every part of her. "You're wet," he whispered, as his finger slid between her lips. "Hmpf... I wonder why," she mumbled.

He slowly rolled her over onto her back. His warm hand cupped her mound and then gently brushed through her pubic hair. The oil made her blonde hair glow in the candlelight.

He caressed her softly, but his finger pushed between her lips, rubbing her clit with a silky mixture of the massage oil and her cream. Melissa closed her eyes, and her hands strayed to her breasts, rubbing her nipples as he rubbed her clit, copying his pace and pressure.

Then he stopped, and she felt his hands on her wrists, gently but firmly forcing them away from her breasts. "Tonight, those are mine," he told her; he leaned forward and kissed each nipple once.

"I have a little surprise for you this evening," he whispered. He leaned farther forward, revealing a rope he had concealed earlier, tied to the corner of the bed. Taking one of her arms, he wrapped the rope around her wrist several times, and then adjusted it, pulling it taut so her arm was stretched towards the corner of the bed. He repeated the actions with her other arm.

They had talked about experimenting with bondage before, but this was their first time trying it. Although it did spark some of Jack's dominant fantasies, and intrigued Melissa's submissive side, that's not what he had in mind tonight.

Jack moved to the bottom of the bed, where he had two more ropes ready. He bound her ankles as he had her wrists, and pulled them taut. Melissa was now spread-eagled on the bed, face-up, naked, and glistening with massage oil. She wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but his hard cock was certainly giving her ideas.

He sat on the bed next to her, running his hand across her body, gently touching her until she relaxed again. Then he added a pillow behind her head, propping her up slightly. He took a sip of wine and then leaned over to kiss her. She loved the taste of wine on his lips.

"Thirsty?" he asked. She nodded. He took another sip but didn't swallow this one. Then he leaned over again, lowering his mouth onto hers. He slowly opened his lips, letting the wine flow into her mouth. He repeated this a few times, kissing her deeply each time, their tongues playing with each other.

Jack took the now half-full wine glass and held it so she could see it. Then he found her panties, and pushed them fully into the glass, soaking up the wine.

She watched as he pulled her panties out, dripping wet, and began to gently push them into her pussy. It was a strangely pleasant feeling: the cool wine, the wet silk, and his warm fingers pushing into her.

After most of her panties were inside her, he stopped and retrieved a small box from under the bed. He opened it, but she couldn't see what was inside. He rummaged around in it, and pulled out a black sleeping mask.

"I think you'll enjoy this more if you aren't distracted," he told her, covering her eyes with the mask. She didn't object, but her heartbeat was quickening. She had been so relaxed after the deep massage, but now she was alert and excited.

She felt a soft touch, almost a breath, brush against her neck, and then again on the underside of her breasts. She realized he must be using a feather. He was being so gentle she could barely feel it, but her skin reacted, and her nipples stiffened as the feather brushed across them.

It was a very pleasant feeling - at least at first. Although Jack spent most of his time on her nipples (he loved to watch them get hard), she never knew where to expect his touch: Her lips, her underarms, her throat, her feet, her thighs, and between her legs - no spot was ignored

Finally, he let her rest for a moment. He even lifted her head and helped her drink a few more sips of wine. She was thirstier than she realized. The wine, the warmth, the darkness, the feathers, the sounds of distant thunder - all combined to leave her in a hazy, dream-like state.

But Jack was just getting started. He lifted her hips up and pushed a pillow under them. Although she was quite comfortable, she felt very exposed: naked and spread-eagled, with her hips thrusting forward. Then she heard a click and the soft hum of her vibrator. He nestled it between her legs, resting it against her clit. There wasn't much pressure, just a constant, gentle vibration.

Melissa felt his weight shift, and then a drop of cold water splashed on her lip. She licked it off, just as another landed on her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly, and Jack let her have the rest of the small ice cube he was holding.

Then, as he had done with the feather, he used the ice to let cold drips fall all over her body. A drip on her neck, then her navel, then her leg; she never knew where the next would fall. Her body was warm from the massage; the drips felt good, most of the time. But when one landed on her nipple - which many did - she could feel the goosebumps.

Sometimes he would even hold the ice on her nipple for several seconds. But before the cold became painful, his warm mouth would replace the ice, and he would suck on her hard nipple, holding it in his mouth.

Jack shifted the vibrator down, pushing it gently between her cheeks so the tip pressed lightly against her asshole. Then he took another small piece of ice, and slowly rubbed it between her lips and around her clit. With his other hand, she could feel him pulling her panties out of her pussy, and pushing them back in, teasing her.

After Jack was done playing with the ice, she felt something hot touch her breast. "What...?" she asked, breathlessly. "A candle," he answered. He was using one of the candles to drip hot wax on her. Her breasts were still wet from the ice, and the wax cooled almost instantly. But each drop was still a tiny shock on her sensitive skin.

He spent at least ten minutes with the candle, dripping wax onto her neck, her stomach, and her thighs - but mostly on her breasts and nipples.

At last, she heard him blow the candle out; she could smell the smoke for a moment as she tried to relax again.

Jack removed the vibrator from between her legs. Then Melissa felt something firm pushing gently against her asshole. At first, she thought it was the vibrator, but then she felt her toy being pressed against her wax-covered nipples. He was distracting her, while he eased the candle into her ass.

They had talked about preparing her ass for anal sex but had not yet begun. Though he had penetrated her with his tongue and fingers before, the candle was a bit larger and harder. She could tell that he had coated it in oil; it slid inside her fairly easily and with no pain. With it inside her, and the panties filling her pussy, she felt a pleasant, full sensation.

He only pushed it in a few inches, before pulling it out slowly, and then pushing it back in. As he fucked her with it, he leaned down and began to lick and suck her clit.

Melissa lost track of time as Jack's mouth and lips and tongue caressed and tasted her pussy and clit. The tension that had been building up from the feathers, ice, and wax quickly drained from her. It wasn't long before she felt a wave of orgasm begin to engulf her.

Jack eased the candle out, and then slowly pulled her panties out too, never taking his mouth off of her. He licked and sucked faster and harder until he knew she was past the point of no return.

"Fuck me now!" she told him. "I want you inside me..."

He shifted forward, thrusting his hard cock into her wet cunt, plunging deep inside as her orgasm surged through her. The muscles in her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. She groaned loudly as she came, unable to stop herself.

Jack continued to fuck her for a few more deep strokes; then he pulled out and she felt his cum spraying onto her stomach. He collapsed beside her, trying to catch his breath.

After a minute, she felt him using her silk panties to clean her up, wiping his cum off her. "Open your mouth," he whispered, his voice husky. She did, and he pushed her damp panties in. She could taste the remnants of wine, mixed with her cream, and his fresh warm cum. She sucked on them, savoring the flavors, as he loosened and released the ropes binding her.

He rolled her over gently, so she was on her stomach, mostly on top of him. His arms wrapped around her, and together they drifted into sleep.