She had often told him how the idea of being submissive turned her on, how she longed for a man to take control of her, to do with her as he desired. So tonight he thought he’d give her the fantasy she longed for.
She entered the house late to find all the lights out. In the dark she heard his voice.
“Stay where you are and take of your coat.”
She did as she was commanded, thrilled by the power in his voice. She felt him near as he slipped a scarf over her eyes, blindfolding her, and another in her mouth so she couldn’t speak. Then, with her hands held behind her back she was forced up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Standing her in front of their large four-poster bed he took one arm at a time, binding her wrists and tying her to each post at the end of the bed so that her arms were spread apart. Then she felt his hands on her blouse, pulling the buttons apart and revealing her chest, before roughly tearing the top off her. She felt his fingers unfasten the clasp of her bra and that too was torn off, exposing her breasts. There she stood, arms held apart, her naked chest heaving as the feeling of being at his mercy turned her on.
Now his hands reached down to her skirt, pulling it down before he slipped his fingers inside her underwear, feeling how turned on she was and teasing her with his touch. Her knickers were removed and there she stood in only her heels. His hands reached between her legs, forcing them apart, and she felt rope around each ankle, which was tied to the base of each bedpost, holding her legs apart. Now she felt exposed and helpless. Blindfolded, gagged and naked with her legs forced apart she wanted some control back. She tried to make this clear to him, but all she could do was mumble with the gag still in her mouth.
His hands reached round to her breasts and his fingers closed on her nipples, massaging them until they were erect. He then moved slowly down her naked body. She gasped as he returned one hand between her legs and fucked her roughly with his fingers, sliding them deep inside her. He was obviously enjoying himself but she was feeling more vulnerable from this violent treatment. She relaxed as she felt the ropes holding her hands being untied from the bedposts and imagined that she was being freed. But instead of being released she was pulled forwards and her hands were retied to the opposite bed posts, forcing her to bend over with her exposed arse in the air. Again she felt his hands between her legs as he tied a rope around the top of each thigh and attached it to each bedpost. Then another rope was tied around her waist to higher up each post, holding her up. Now she was completely immobile. The ropes held her legs apart and also prevented her from moving backwards or forward, up or down.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork and her pretty little arse held securely in front of him. In this position, they both knew he could do what he liked to her.
“First,” he said, “I’m going to tease you,” as she hear a buzzing behind her and recognised it as the sound of the vibrator she thought she had hidden from him. He slid it up her thighs and to her crotch, touching her with it as she strained towards it, asking to feel it inside her. He eventually did as she wanted, and enjoyed watching here getting more turned on and hearing her moans becoming louder.
Suddenly he stopped and reached behind him for a bottle of baby oil. He held it over her and let it drip slowly onto her arse. He watched it run between her cheeks and over her crotch, mixing with her own juices now running down between her legs.
