Journey lay on the bed, blindfolded, unable to see where she was. Her arms had been secured behind her with leather wrist cuffs attached to the headboard. Her ankles had cuffs also, spreading her legs wide, attached to the corners of the bed. Having been stripped before being bound, Journey shivered from the cold and fear. What had she gotten herself into? She was a twenty-two year old virgin from a conservative family, wondering if she was ready for what was to come. They had talked about this night many times: her fantasies and His expectations, her need to submit and His desire to control. She offered Him her submission and He had led her to this moment. She would be ready for Him; she would do whatever He asked of her. She was his.
Then she felt Him. The lightest, gentlest touch of His hand across check and all her fear melted away. The fear was replaced by nervousness and expectancy, but she was no longer afraid. She trusted Him with every part of herself, the most intimate parts of herself. In the next few hours, Journey knew He would test her, tease her, and push her limits. In fact, this was the first time she had been naked in front of a man. It was the first time she had been touched by a man. She had given herself to Him, mind and body, for His pleasure. His hands lightly brushed gently up and down the underside of her bound arms, over her sensitive nipples, down to her shaven mound, and rested just above her wet pussy. Her hips involuntarily rose up to press her clit against His hand.
âPatience little oneâŠâ he scolded, a hint of humor in his tone. Then His hands were gone. Journey had no idea what to expect next, although her senses seemed heightened due to the blindfold. She could almost feel him moving around the room. She tested the strength of her bounds, wondering if he had kept them loose due to it being her first time. She found she could barely move.
âRest assured my pet, you are not going anywhere.â He chuckled and Journey was amazed at how he seemed to be able to read her mind. âYou are mine. You belong to me. And I will do as I wish to you and your body. Remember your safe word, little one, but use it only if you cannot take any more. All you have to do tonight is trust me.â
Journey took a deep breath, letting herself relax into the bed beneath her. She felt him beside her. It excited her to know that He was staring at her naked body. She knew she didnât have a Barbie figure. Her hips were wider than she would like and her breasts not quite firm enough. But it didnât matter, she belonged to Him, and He found pleasure in her mind, her body, and her submission: knowing that gave her confidence in herself and her sexuality.
His hands began to roam over her body. They felt like electricity against her skin. They ran up and down her arms, tickling the sensitive skin. He was making her struggle against the bounds. Next, his hands found her breasts. Taking his time, he began to knead and massage her tits. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, painfully squeezing and pulling at them. The pain made her more aware of the other feelings in her body. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her juices leaking onto her thighs. Her breath quickened and her heart pounded in her chest. She suddenly felt His warm breath against her skin. Taking her left nipple in his mouth, he gently sucked on it while continuing to pinch and roll her right one. It was an odd mixture of pain and pleasure she had never felt before. He took his time, slowly building the arousal in her body. It seemed like an eternity spent on her nipples, pinching, rolling and sucking.
Leaving her breasts, his hands slowly made their way down her body. The blindfold on Journeyâs eyes made her imagination work overtime and made her focus on every touch, every sensation. She could feel the weight of Him on the bed beside her. His hands worked down over her mound, but passed over her pussy, settling on her inner thighs instead. He slowly continued to massage down her legs, all the way down to her ankles. She pulled at her legs, testing the binds again. She couldnât move at all, but felt him squeeze her ankles roughly; reminding her that she was under his control.
âHow does it feel, little one, to be tied to a bed, like a naughty little girl?â He asked, His hands letting go her ankles and resting on her thighs, so close to her pussy. âYouâre my little slut, arenât you? You body responding to the slightest touch of Your Master. Remember my pet, you may not cum until I give you permission. If you behave yourself, I may let you cum sooner, but I want to hear you beg me for release like the little cum slut you are.â
âYes Sir,â she whispered back, hardly able to find her voice.
âI canât hear you slutâŠâ He said, roughly squeezing her thighs.
âYes Sir,â she said again, stronger this time. âIâm Your slut Sir, please let me cum for You.â She felt His hands loosen their grip.
âYes, you are My little slut arenât you. I love seeing your naked body tied and open for my pleasure.â Just hearing His voice made her pussy throb. âLittle one, you are so wet,â he said. âYour little pussy is leaking all over my bed. Did you know that slut? I can see my little clit peaking out. Youâre such a naughty girl getting wet from being tied. Do you know what happens to naughty little girls?â
As soon as He said that, Journey felt Him slap her pussy. She was not expecting it, and was amazed at how it made her respond. Moaning, she began to thrash around in her bounds. She was so turned on. Never before had she felt so free, but at the same time, completely at the mercy of another.
âThatâs right, slut,â he said as he spanked her pussy again. âYou need to be spanked donât you.â Oh, she did need to be spanked. It felt incredible, an odd mixture of pain and pleasure, shame and pride. He spanked her cunt eight more times. Journey could only imagine how red it was from the slap of His hands, and how wet it was.
She felt Him leave the bed. She heard him moving around the room, opening a drawer. What was He getting? What was He going to do next? While she was thinking about what He was doing, He startled by sliding something between her pussy lips.
âOhhhhhhâŠ.â She moaned at the unexpected feeling. He brushed it up and down her slit, never entering her, never touching her clit. Journey tried to rotate her hips, tried to relieve some of the pressure building inside. He responded to her movement by suddenly sliding the object inside her wet pussy. As soon as it was inside, she realized it was her little vibrator, the first toy she had ever bought for herself. She had forgotten that she had brought it to show him. He turned it on the lowest setting, letting it vibrate inside her, and then He seemed to disappear again. She knew the low setting was not enough to bring her to release, but it was pushing her closer to the edge. For the next thirty minutes, he left her alone on the bed. He controlled the setting on the vibrator, and every few minutes he would turn up the power, bringing her close to the edge. The moment she thought she could not hold it any longer, he would turn it off.
âPlease let me cum SirâŠ.oh godâŠI need to cum,â Journey begged. She had never felt like this before. She needed to feel that release that he was denying her. She had been so close so many times, but he read her body so well and stopped it every time. He had control of the sensations caused be the vibrator, and therefore controlled her.
âNo. Not yet slut. You will not cum until I let you cum,â he said forcefully. âYou are here for My pleasure, not your own. You will be given the pleasure of release, but after I have taken my pleasure out of your body.â She felt his weight settle between her legs on the bed. âMy little cunt looks so tasty.â
He pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. Journey felt his warm breath against her hot cunt. He slowly began to kiss her thighs and all around her pussy with light, gentle touches. She had never felt anything like it before. With her eyes blindfolded, she was forced to focus on her other senses: the smell of her own arousal, the sound of His kisses, the feel of His warm breath and wet lips against her skin. Her hips began to rotate, her body moving as much as it could within the binds. She felt His fingers getting closer to her pussy. He slowly ran His tongue up the length of her slit, never entering her, not quite reaching her clit. She shuddered and moaned, never having been touched like that before. She could have cum right then.
âDo not cum.â He sensed how close she was and slowed down. She felt a hand reach up and pinch her nipples, the pain bringing her focus to her nipples instead of her pussy. His tongue slowly worked its way into her slit, one hand spreading her pussy lips while the other continued to torture her nipples. Journey could feel his tongue pressing into her. He had her completely under his control, alternating the pleasure of Him eating her pussy and the pain of him twisting her nipples. He would bring her so close to the edge, never letting her have her release. She felt like a slut, and she knew she was his slut.
âOhhhhhâŠ. I need to cum Sir. Please let me cum for youâŠplease Sir,â she begged, she didnât think she could hold it anymore. Her body thrashed back and forth, the wrist and ankle cuffs holding tight. He didnât answer her. âOh god Sir⊠I canât hold it any longerâŠâ
His tongue continued to fuck her pussy. She could feel it press inside her and then pull out. He would push it inside and hold it there, then pull it out completely and lightly flick it across her clit. Journey thought she would burst, but she knew she couldnât. She would wait until He told her to cum. She had to obey Him.
