I've recently begun to nurture an interest in bondage in my girlfriend Tina. Nothing too outrageous you understand; a little light restraint with silk scarves tied to the bed, that sort of thing. I've always gained quite a kick out of seeing a woman restrained and vulnerable. I'm not sure what Freud would make of that. Tina has really been getting into the whole idea, and even seemed more than keen to be the one doing the tying up on a couple of occasions, which surprised me a little, I must admit.
So anyway, here I am, I've turned up at Tina's flat tonight, ready and eager for another session. I'm going to show her who's boss again tonight, and to prevent any possibility of her getting free before time, I've purchased some handcuffs from the sex shop in the High St. I think it's time that we moved on from silk scarves. Tina answers the door and lets me in. She immediately notices the bag I'm carrying and is curious about its contents.
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When you first see the cuffs, they startle you a little, because we've only used scarves before. To allay your fears we go up to the bedroom and I attach one of them to one side of the headboard and also to my wrist to show you everything is OK, and that there's nothing to fear.
Unfortunately, everything is suddenly not OK. As I'm explaining the way the cuffs lock, you distract me by leaning across and giving me a deep kiss, and while I'm enjoying this attention, you seize the opportunity to snap a handcuff to my other wrist and I find myself trapped, cuffed to the bed! How the hell did that happen? Fuck!
I can't believe it. I struggle to get free, but these are not toy plastic cuffs; they're made from steel, and there's no possible chance of escape. You swing the keys in front of my face and giggle quietly at my predicament. You saunter around to the side of the bed, and as you are standing next to me, even in my present desperate position, I still find time to admire the tantalising glimpse of your knickers beneath your short skirt, I've had a fetish for panties for years, and you are well aware of this. You notice me staring.
'Since you like my knickers so much Terry, why not take a closer look'
With that you slip your hands up underneath your skirt and slide the panties slowly down your long legs. You step out of them and then, reaching out towards me, stretch them tightly over my head and face, with the wet crotch directly over my nose. Now I can smell the very distinctive scent of your pussy and it immediately begins to have the usual effect. I can feel an erection well on the way. With a dreamy smile, you continue out of the room, leaving me to consider my fate. You're gone a while and when you return, you're carrying the biggest knife I've ever seen. My mind races. What the fuck are you up to?
You step towards the bed and hold the blade over my bulging pants. Then you trace its edge along the curve of my balls. You have a wicked glint in your eyes. My heart is pounding so hard, I'm sure you must be able to hear it. My mouth is so dry, I try to speak, but no words come out. I'm intoxicated by the smell of your pussy from your panties held tightly across my nose.
With a sudden movement you slip the knife under my pants and my heart misses a beat. The blade is razor sharp, and the material offers no resistance and falls apart as you effortlessly pull the knife towards my waist. Then you do the same to the other side, they fall free and you toss them across the room. Finally released, my engorged cock springs to life. I have a hard on bigger than ever before in my life. You trace your fingers gently around my balls before giving them a quick flick. I wince at the sudden jolt of pain, and I know for certain that if I don't co-operate I am in deep trouble...
You tie one of your silk scarves around my head, blindfolding me. I can't see a thing, and that has the immediate effect of heightening my other senses even more. I can hear you moving around the room, opening and closing drawers and wardrobes and I hear the sharp rustle of plastic bags and the occasional snap of things metallic; zips being pulled; clips, clasps, buckles.
All the time this activity is punctuated by occasional subdued giggles. The bitch! I've calmed down a little by now, and my breathing is more regular, though I am still extremely anxious about what you have planned. For the past hour my breath has been filtered by your panties stretched over my nose and mouth and I can smell nothing but your sweet pussy scent. My head spins with a mixture of utter excitement and mounting fear, and my exposed, erect cock throbs and demands attention.
I'm asking myself, 'how the hell did I get into this?' Now don't get me wrong, as I indicated earlier, I'm all for a bit of fun with light bondage and stuff, but it's usually on my terms, and when we've done it before, on the rare occasion when you've tied me up, I was always strong enough to break the thin string I was held with or just work the knots loose whilst you weren't looking. But this is a whole different ball game, and I'm only too well aware that these cuffs are only going to come off when you decide to take them off. Shit!
My thoughts are interrupted when the scarf is suddenly snatched from my head. I turn to see you standing beside me and I can feel the blood drain from my face. OH. MY. GOD!
Where do I look first? My mind is in a tumultuous frenzy of conflicting emotions. I swallow hard and try to take in the vision before me. Jet black thigh length boots adorn your beautiful legs. They have to be six-inch stiletto heels at least. You've never been lacking in the height department anyway, but now you tower above my helpless body like some menacing dark angel. Your amazing legs, clad in the tightest, shiniest latex, lead inevitably up to the most beautiful part of your outstanding body.
Your pussy is barely hidden by the skimpiest of tiny thongs. They are bright red, tight and shimmering in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Your panties bulge, struggling to contain the delightful flesh beneath, and I notice a growing area of darkened, moist silk in the centre, which betrays the heightened sexual arousal you are now experiencing.
You choose this moment to turn and walk around to the foot of the bed. The practiced gait of a catwalk model comes effortlessly to you, and the rear view you treat me to, is a joy to behold. Your perfect buttock cheeks are split into two pearls of heavenly beauty by the red silk thong and each step you take creates a mesmerising gyrating effect from the firm muscles beneath.
You turn to stand and face me, and I am utterly speechless as I marvel at the rest of your appearance. You are wearing an outrageous black basque. Drawn in tightly at the waist, it thrusts your ample breasts upwards and outwards. The effect is to exaggerate everything but reveal nothing. The top of the basque is trimmed with a sliver of lace which obscures your nipples, keeping them hidden from view.
Dark, menacing gothic make-up adorns your face. Your lips part slightly and the tip of your tongue flits briefly into view. Your eyes sparkle with a fire I find utterly captivating as you gaze at me and delight in the effect you're having upon your prisoner.
I notice you are wearing a pair of long, black latex gloves which complete the dominatrix effect perfectly, and then, just I am thinking there can be no more surprises, your left hand moves from behind your back, and you smile menacingly when you see my eyes drawn to what it is you are holding, what it is you have been hiding until now. You giggle involuntarily when you see my eyes open wide in shock as comprehension suddenly dawns.
A vibrator. Jesus Christ! You're holding a fucking enormous black vibrator, caressing its length with your gloved hand.
"Tina! What the fuck do you plan to do with.... That!?", I stammer.
"Oh...... you'll find out soon enough lover."
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I've been tied to this bed for over an hour and a half now, while Tina struts around the room, dressed to kill, in an outfit that is every man's dream come true. My arms are aching from being cuffed to the top corners of the bed. I need to get free. I have to get free.
You're standing next to me. Your hand has slid down across your stomach, and you've begun to rub your pussy. A slow, well practiced circular motion with the tips of your fingers soon has you moaning. Fuck it! That should be me! I ought to be doing that to you now instead of being trussed up like this. No! On second thoughts, forget the foreplay. I am way past that stage now. I just want to climb on top of you and fuck your cunt. It belongs to me and I want to take it right now. I want to show you who's the fuckin' boss! There's just one tiny detail: I need to get free first...
I decide it's time for action.
