Robin stretched out on the bed feeling slightly apprehensive and more than a little titillated. Donald, her boyfriend of six months, had asked her to try bondage and the earnest way he asked had moved her. Donald had seemed nervous and eager, his face trying not to show how badly he wanted to try this, and his obvious longing warmed her heart and she relented.
Now that it was happening she felt butterflies in her stomach. Being tied down ran counter to everything Robin believed in. Freedom- the ability to get out of a bad situation- be it work, friendships, relationships... Robin always had an escape strategy.
This time wasn't too different. The two of them had talked for a long time about safe words. They had detailed what sort of things were allowed and what weren't while she was tied up. Robin had been as careful as she could be about it, but in the end it was she who was tied down, immobile, not Donald.
Stretching out her lean athletic legs she watched Donald as he tied her ankles to the bed with soft hemp ropes he had purchased for this special occasion. He seemed to know what he was doing, the rope didn't pinch and the knots looked rather professional to her untutored eye.
When her ankles were secured he moved to her knees and tied them wide open exposing her perfectly bald pussy to the ceiling. Robin felt wetness gathering inside as her smoothly waxed sex was lewdly displayed to the room and the avid gaze of her lover.
Donald was sexy, his body hard and toned just the way Robin liked it. He was blond with short tidy hair, just like she told him to keep it. Donald made good money and he was an attentive lover. He was a catch, but something about him bored Robin.
Until tonight.
This new side of him was exciting. She liked the fact that he was asking to be dominant. It was something men rarely did with her.
Robin was stunningly beautiful. She had known it since she was a child and every person she met fawned over her black hair and green eyes.
When she reached puberty and all the boys had begun to swoon when she walked into a room she had learned of her power over the male sex.
Giving up the power she had held for so long as Donald tied her delicate arms to the bed was difficult. But something about the intensity with which Donald had asked had piqued her interest. Donald was fairly passive generally, so him showing any real backbone stirred her up.
Now she was stretched out on the bed, her flat stomach hollowed and tempting , her small, tight breasts stretched tautly over her chest. Robin was a willowy woman, her body toned and graceful. A big fan of yoga and Pilates Robin spent a few hours a week working on maintaining a great physique. She gloried in the fact that no matter what she ate she looked like a swimsuit model. The luck of the draw genetically had made Robin one of the Beautiful People and she cherished every moment of looking so good.
It was the gift of her perfect looks that brought all her joy in life, so why shouldn't she revel in it? She was keenly aware that at some point it would fade, and she fought off that day with every weapon in her arsenal.
And it worked. Donald sat on the edge of the bed drawn to her helplessly. His hands began to roam over her smooth soft skin, fondling her breasts, playing with the hard pointy nipples of her tender bosom. Robin sighed as she felt deep stirring of lust slithering around in her belly.
This night was going to be exciting, she could tell.
Donald stood and took off his clothes, his gorgeous body revealed slowly to her bit by bit, making her even hornier because she couldn't touch him.
When he was nude his erection thrust out from his body like a sign advertising great sex. He crawled across the bed and positioned himself above her, his body hardly touching hers, making her want him even more.
"Robin. I loved you more than anyone I'd ever met." Donald started, his cock brushing her belly tormenting her. But, had he said "loved"? "I would do anything for you. You are perfect in every way, except your heart. It's cold. Cold and mean. You are a petty woman Robin and you deserve to be punished."
Confused Robin wasn't sure what to make of this kind of sex talk. It seemed Donald was going to try and psychologically torture her as well. What should her response be? She wasn't prepared for this. No one spoke to her like that, ever, so it was hard to formulate a correct response.
Before she could find the right words for the role-playing Donald began to rub the head of his cock along the groove of her sex, distracting her utterly from what he was saying.
"You are going to suffer for the way you've treated me. I'm going to make you beg me to stop. You will grovel before me and I will still deny you what you want." His knob pressed her clit making her jump with pleasure. This was fun. Donald was doing a great job of getting her all worked up.
"Let me hear you beg Robin, just a little." His prick ground down over her vulva as he pressed his length all along her slippery opening. His hips humped in tiny thrusts making her long to be filled.
"Please. Please fuck me."
Donald's face clenched right above hers as she spoke. His body trembled where he held himself up off of her. Clearly Donald was feeling just as tormented as she was. Confident that she wouldn't have to beg for long Robin allowed Donald his fun and begged him more, whispering, acting like she was more desperate than she was.
"Please give it to me. Donald I need you. Come on. Fuck me. Please. Oooh baby give it to me."
Donald looked down at her and for the first time Robin saw something in his eyes she didn't like. A darkness that was worrying.
"You don't deserve me. " He said, his voice low and fierce. Nothing like the voice she was used to. "I gave you everything. All my heart and you threw it all away." He stared deeply into her eyes and Robin felt a frisson of fear. What kind of foreplay was this?
Then he bent his head down and began to lick her nipples, his warm wet mouth distracting her. He nibbled her nipple and the little bites hurt in a pleasant way.
Whatever game Donald was playing he was doing it well enough that she couldn't remember ever being this horny. He spent a while devouring her breasts with his mouth, his hands massaging her mounds and pulling on the nipples.
Usually Donald was very gentle and Robin liked that, but today his style was totally different and he was hurting her a little bit, but it was thrilling. His hands were rough and he pinched her nipples harder than she liked, but the whole situation- the feeling of being with a different man, someone she knew but suddenly didn't- was thrilling. Robin's pussy was leaking juices down her buttocks she was so wet.
Trailing his tongue down her sculpted stomach Donald drove her crazy, his hands groped her tits squeezing the meat of her pliant breasts. When Donald stopped to lick her belly button Robin felt a tingle very much like an orgasm building in her belly.
She could move, but only enough to squirm. She couldn't direct him very well. She couldn't take hold of his hair and force his mouth to her burning clit like she wanted but the confinement was almost more exciting.
Exploring her entire stomach Donald made a meal of her flesh licking and kissing every inch of the smooth, flat expanse of her abdomen. Normally this might have bored Robin but today, because she was helpless, she felt more and more aroused the longer he held off eating her steaming pussy.
Watching him, her head lifted from the pillow, Robin felt profound affection for Donald as he lovingly tasted her flesh. His admiration for her perfect body was obvious and she smiled indulgently. There had been a few worrying days this last week where he had seemed distant and tense, but seeing how devotedly he worshipped her body now made Robin forget her concerns.
Then his mouth moved lover down her belly and followed the groove of her hips to her wide open, sopping slit. Robin felt a flutter of anticipation as he got closer to her aching pussy. As his mouth moved within inches of her desperate clit she felt anguish that he was taking so long to make her cum. Lifting her hips she tried to silently urge him to taste her, to give her body some much needed stimulation.
Yet he moved past her sex and continued kissing along her thighs, tasting the meat of her legs and massaging the muscles. Groaning out loud Robin flopped back on the bed her body quivering with the need for an orgasm.
"This isn't about your pleasure. This is about mine." Donald said in response to her groan.
Lower and lower his mouth kissed, tasting each leg and massaging the sculpted muscle of her limbs. One then the other he switched back and forth, lower and lower. Robin still enjoyed the attention, it felt wonderful, but the impeding climax she was hoping for was abating now that he was far from her clitoris.
When Donald finally reached her feet he stopped. She had almost been looking forward to some slavish devotions performed on her dainty feet, but he stood up and moved away.
Donald went to the dresser and opened a back-pack he had bought with him. This was where the rope had appeared from and her stomach clenched nervously as she anticipated what he would bring out of that mysterious backpack.
Donald came back to the bed with a ball gag. This was a shock and as he reached around her head she began to protest. "I don't want that." She said but he shoved the rubber ball into her mouth before she could say more. Robin felt a moment of anger and fear as he fixed the tight rubber straps around her head, messing up her hair. She tried to push the ball out of her mouth with her tongue, but it was too late, her mouth was gagged.
She looked at him angrily and tried to speak but the gag was too firmly wedged into her mouth to allow for words so noises were all that came out.
"I told you. This is about my pleasure." He responded to her protests. Then he moved back to the dresser and that bag.
He pulled out a tri-pod and a camera and Robin felt the stirrings of actual fear. She didn't want a recording of this. Sure they watched porn together but she didn't want any recordings of her tied up like this. Who knew what would happen to it. Robin didn't trust anyone that much.
