He turns off the lights... and undresses you. You said he could do whatever he wants... and this is what he wants. You cross your wrists, and he swiftly ties them in front of you. How long had he been practicing these knots? Naked, bound, and in the dark, you feel the cold wetness of an intimate personal lubricant applied between your cheeks... foreshadowing things to come.
His hands caress your bare skin. Shoulders, hips, arms, bottom, and breasts... his fingertips brush against all of them in turn. They all ripple with goosebumps. Then, from behind you, he places a hand on your neck. He's not strangling you, but his grip is firm, and he starts to guide you back. You soon feel the hot firm flesh pressing against your bare bottom. He wiggles your hips back and forth, as "It" finds it's place, and you are pulled back again.
Without any way to resist, you submit to this part of his fantasy. You bend forward slightly, opening your self up to his invasion. You know it's going to happen anyway. It's inevitable. You feel the warm, bulbous head pressing against your tight pucker, as his other free hand reaches around, and fondles your breast. It holds it firmly, and then, along with the hand at your neck, begins to pull you back a little more firmly, pressing "It" into your ass... You try to not be nervous, and not tighten up, but the anticipation is strong, and you are a little nervous.
As you slowly exhale a long, deep breath, you feel your muscles start to relax, and you begin to stretch, letting him in. You feel it slowly and insistently slide into you... impaling you. As you feel his body close to yours, you begin to think he is done... until the hand at your throat pulls you backward, and off balance. As you fall into a reclining position on top of Him. Your own weight drives "It" even deeper into you. You gasp at the sensation... but don't retreat from it. You embrace the taboo... the "naughtyness" of it. The sensation of being sodomized.... of having his rod driven deep into your most forbidden areas. You find yourself grateful for the generous application of lubricant he gave you... and try not to think that he only put so much on, because he liked rubbing your ass.
The hips under you begin to thrust softly beneath you, and you feel It's length moving deep inside of you. His hand is still at your throat, holding you tightly. His other hand now gropes, and clutches at your breasts. Squeezing them... playing with them... pinching you nipples sharply... pawing your tits like an animal. It moves from breast to breast, fondling each ample globe in turn. Roughly grabbing and tugging on your nipples so hard, you are sure it should hurt and be unpleasurable... but instead you are somewhat disgusted to find that you actually enjoy it. It does hurt.... but "in a good way". That cliche suddenly has new meaning to you. Then His hand starts to move down, your chest and arms, down your bound hands, and across your soft belly.
