V.

Another short explanation at the very beginning. Why face-down, frogtie-like position? Let's sum up. V's wrists and elbows are tied parallel behind her back. So, the logical choice is to put her face down on the bed, as having her arms support her weight would be painful, and maybe even dangerous. So, safety first. 🙂

Now the legs... Ankle to each thigh bondage puts her legs in a frogtie-like position. The benefits? She has to spread her knees naturally, without any rope fixing them. She can try closing them, but not for more than a second.

There she is, bound the way I described, waiting. Not patiently, mostly wiggling her butt, but waiting. It is maybe worth saying that more experienced subgirls of mine, were wearing a big ballgag, as well as a blindfold. Poor, dripping V had just a blindfold.

So, as she could talk, I asked her a couple of questions... But, not in any way that would make it easy to respond. I sat near the edge of the bed she was on, face to face with her wet, accessible pussy.

● Be a good girl for me and sing me a verse, or a refrain of your favorite song.

● What?? I mean... What, Sir? A song?

● Yes, kiddo.

And she started "When you call my name, it's like a little prayer"... Oh, wow, that song? It may be that you hid your subside for longer than you thought. OK, time to make it more difficult for her. Before she started the second line of the refrain I set on rubbing her clit. The made her stop singing, but I told her to continue.

● Yesss, ss... Sir. "I'm do-wn... I'am d... on my knees, I wa..."

● Stop now.

I took my jeans and boxers off, and put a strawberry-scented condom, to make sure that she not only heard but smelled what was about to happen. I remained standing, bent my knees to lower myself a bit and touched her clit with my cock, making small circles. She wiggled her ass and pussy so nicely, as much as ropes allowed it.

Finally, I went in. Slowly but firmly, not letting her think I would stop going in for a single moment. When I went in all the way, I told her not to move. My right hand found its way under her pussy and reached her clit.

● Now, as usual, I will count to ten. You will climax by then. But if you move, your orgasm will be delayed for 10 seconds. Clear, girl?

● Yes! Yes, Sir!

Of course, she moved when I was around 3-4 and I told her that now I restart and she cannot cum but at "10". This made her whine a bit... But when I reached 10 she did scream herself to climax. Made my cock even harder and reminded me why I used ballgags.

I went out to give her a moment of rest, but not for more than one minute.

● I hope that you can handle another one, kiddo.

● Awwww... Fuck!

● You don't want it?

● No, no, I mean yes. Yes. Sir... I want it, fuck it!

● Alright, just now will be the complete opposite from the one before. You will need to ask to cum; but I will give you permission anytime you do so.

Having said that I started pounding her, all the way out and all the way it. It felt great and she enjoyed the feeling of actually being fucked. I set a pretty face pace, adapting to what looked like she liked the best. After a few minutes of it, she started gaspingly asking to cum. I gave her permission and she had another screaming orgasm, this time way longer.

I could have continued now, but sensed that she would be painfully over-stimulated. Now, women are amazing in terms of that; she would whine, scream, complain, kick... and cum again. But I did not want to do this to V now, it was the first D/s fucking for her after all.

Instead, I untied her legs and had her stand up. I played with her boobs for a few moments. And then told her to kneel while I sat on the couch.

● You will find my cock, as I will not remove the blindfold and you will perform on me. Clear?

● Yes, Sir.

● Do you want me to keep the condom on?

● No, I want to taste you... Sir!