I hear a knock, soft but firm enough.
I know it's you.
My breathing becomes shallow and rapid
I am terrified. Nervous. Excited, all at once.
I have no idea what to expect.
No idea what you look like.
On the internet we began chatting, there you asked me my biggest fantasy - what would turn me on the most.
At first I was reluctant to say, not sure how you would react to such dirty thoughts as mine. But as the days slid by, I began to trust you. More and more I opened up.
One night I braved up enough courage to type the words. . .
"I want to be dominated by a stranger"
You simply replied.
"A week from this very day, lying on your bed you will wait, wearing a bra, mini skirt, and gstring all in red. Completed with a blindfold. Any hard limits you will tell me before that morning. I expect you to be cleanly shaven. You're safe word is purple. You do not have permission to masturbate or orgasm between now and then".
A long frustrated week had finally passed, so here I am, dressed as you asked.
My plump breasts only just fitting in my 12e bra.
My red miniskirt only just falling below my red gstring. And all I see is black, with the red blind fold blinding my vision.
As you knock, the door creeps open.
This is it.
My Fantasy.
About to come true.
I hear your careful footsteps, as you step into my room.
I feel the binding of my ankles spread eagle to the far corners, to the legs of the bed. My knees are also bound. The rope is attached to the top legs of the bed. My wrists bound comfortably but tightly above my head, attached to the head board.
I'm so turned on, I can feel my pussy leaking juices, I can feel my breathibg become eratic. And you haven't even touched me yet!
Unexpectedly before I realise what you have done, your fat hard cock has pushed it's way past the inside of my gstring, and into my soggy hot pussy.
In and out you start to pump.
I'm both startled and excited
"Tonight slut, your body is mine. Tonight I use you for my pleasure. My pleasure only. Do you understand?" You command to me.
"Yes sir" I stutter
"Louder Slut!"
"Yes Sir" I manage a little more firmer.
I can't concentrate with you pumping me with your cock.
"Yes Sir what?" You demand.
How you can be this controlling as you fuck me is beyond me.
"Yes sir" I moan "Yes, I'm just a slut to please you Sir, just a fuck toy sir, to ease all your needs sir"
"Good slut" you reply "I am now going to unload myself into you. You will not move an inch, you will not enjoy this. This fuck is for me and me only"
"Yes sir" I answer as I become rigid and try not to move. I keep as still as possible as you thrust into me deep and hard, I can feel your thick cock pulsating inside of me, as finally you dispose yourself into my craving hole.
Without another word you remove yourself from me.
I feel empty. Used. But so turned on. I feel like my body has betrayed me. I shouldn't feel this way but I do. And it turns me on so much more. I slowly release the breathe I was holding in, trying not to make a sound.
"You are such a good whore" you softly say. "Such a good slut. Dressed so perfectly, so beautifully for Sir. Mmmm I'm going to enjoy you"
My pussy is throbbing I just want more. But I cannot move. I ache for your touch you must know that. This is torture.
I feel a semi sharp object - scissors I think uneasily. My mind is running a million miles in circles, I'm in turmoil.
Then snip.
I feel my bra fall off.
"Such beautiful breasts. Beautiful soft big breasts"
I feel more rope dangle above me. You begin to bind them. Tight. It feels so erotically scandalous, and the place I feel it the most is between my legs as I feel my pussy dripping juice. Then I feel the clamps. Sharp pain sears through my nipples as you attach clamps to my left, followed by right nipple. Pain that turns to pleasure.
I don't know how much more my vagina can take.
I feel you move down to my gstring.
"Such a sexy miniskirt" you acknowledge before snipping my gstring off. "Perfect"
I feel you near my pussy.
I hear a slight buzzing .
I feel it, a small vibrator, barely touching my clit, close enough to feel it, yet far enough away not to bring me to orgasm .
