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“Are you ready, bunny?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

*The scene: You are strapped to a rocking chair; legs pulled back, knees pointing towards your shoulders, calves and feet pointing off to the sides; arms up above your head, wrists bound together and secured with the same rope that is holding the legs back – relax the legs, it pulls the arms; relax the arms, it pulls the legs. You are left naked and fully exposed, wearing nothing but the ropes that secure you, a blindfold, and a collar. The chair gently rocks back and forth as you squirm slightly in anticipation and to discover the most comfortable spot.*

You hear my footsteps as I walk around the chair, and feel the tug as I check the ropes to ensure they are secure and not causing any unexpected discomfort. I gently caress your skin as my fingertips gently graze you while performing my inspection. I run a finger up your right cheek, past your ear, and run my hand through your hair, before grasping it tightly and tilting your head back. I lean over and kiss you firmly on the lips. A whimpered moan escapes your lips as your hips rock and a fresh wetness is created between your legs. I pull back and remove my hand from your hair as I stand up and continue my walk around. I am fully clothed, and you hear my footfalls as they recede to the other side of the room. After a few moments you hear a drawer slide open: a drawer you are well familiar with, and you feel the excitement course through your body. The drawer closes, and my footsteps indicate I am returning to where you are restrained. As my footsteps end, you hear the quiet sounds of a variety of items being placed on a nearby end table: the clunk of something weighted and metal followed by a gentle rolling sound; the clink of a glass container coming to rest on wood; and the slight brushing sound that you know to be an implement of leather – it might be a trick of the mind, but you swear you can smell it.

Being deprived of your sight has caused you to hyper-focus on the sounds around you. My steady breathing makes it to your ears and you hear the sounds of me kneeling down on the floor directly in front of you. There is another slight sound of glass, this time leaving the wooden table top, and moments later you feel a warm wetness on the skin of your lower abdomen. The glass returns to the table, and you feel my fingers spreading that warm wetness around, my fingertips pressing into the skin around your hips, the inside of your thighs, and between. My fingers trace along the slit, pressing in and mixing the massage oil with your sweet and musky wetness. You squirm in the chair, and as your legs start to pull out and away, it strains your arms above your head and you go back to your previous position.

Suddenly, you feel my tongue, beginning at the bottom of your outer labia, pushing in and spreading them aside as I lick up to the top and then press my lips against your skin, kissing your clitoris and gently sucking for a moment before beginning the process again. At the same time, my fingers continue to knead into your skin, massaging the oil into it along the insides of your thighs, across your hips, and down in lazy circles around your vulva before starting over again, but never exactly the same direction and speed. As you whimper and wriggle in the chair, I keep up a soft and slow pace, ministering to you in a loving way that leaves no question as to who is currently in control.

As you sit there, bound in place and at a complete loss of control, you feel a new sensation: while my mouth is still busy between your legs, there is a feeling of leather against your collarbone. It traces its way in a curve downward, up and over a breast, across your stomach, and then back up and across the other breast, passing over the nipple and causing you to shudder. The sensation disappears for a moment before being replaced by a new one: a brief but sharp slap of pain as the leather strap strikes you across the breast, catching the nipple. It is not particularly hard, but moments later a flush of heat emanates from the skin where it struck. The intake of breath at the sudden strike is exhaled as the pleasure and excitement floods your body. The strap returns, this time along the top of your left thigh. It fades again to almost instantly be replaced once again by pain and then heat. A moan escapes your lips and you instinctively pull on the binds, this time pulling down with your arms and straining your legs. The feeling of my warm and wet mouth on your pussy sends waves of pleasure pulsating out in a starburst from your vulva out to the tips of your fingers and toes. You continue to squirm, and as the leather reappears on the other thigh and leaves behind another mark of pain and heat, a long, low moan escapes your mouth as you flinch reflexively.

“That feels so good, sir, please don’t stop.”

*Whack… this time on the other breast, timed with an insertion of my middle finger inside you. A sharp intake of breath betrays your pleasure at this new feeling. The leather slaps against the underside of your arm as it is bound above your head. As I lick back up to your clit and take it into my mouth, I hum into it as I suckle on it, while slowly sliding my finger in and out as far as it will go.*

“Oh fuck…”

As you sit there secured and squirming, I keep up a steady pace of multiple points of pleasure. Every so often, another strike of leather on skin, a second finger inserted, and long, firm licks and caresses with my tongue in and around your wet folds of skin. The leather strap goes away and that hand grabs onto your thigh and pins your leg back against the arm of the chair. The hand which has been inside you pulls back, and begins to massage lower, around your asshole, spreading your juices around and start to slowly, but firmly, press against and work at loosening and relaxing you.

“Mmm, please, sir, I need you inside me.”

My mouth leaves your skin briefly, while my hands continue to grip your leg and massage your asshole. As I answer you, I push my middle finger harder against your sphincter, and it opens to receive it.

“Like this?”

“No, I need more. I want your cock. Please, please fuck me.”

“In due time, gorgeous. I’m not finished with you yet.”

I push my middle finger in until it won’t go any further, and with my other hand, I reach up and pinch a nipple as my mouth returns to taking long strokes up and down your lips. I release the nipple, and moments later another new sensation arouses you: As my fingers is pulled out of your asshole, you feel a cold weight press against it. I pull my mouth back, and you feel the warmth of saliva dripping down and around this metal weight. As your breathing quickens, you feel the metal start to press harder against your asshole as it stretches you open. You feel my lips against your thigh as I kiss across one, and then the other while slowly pushing the metal plug into your ass. Groaning, you pull with your arms, doing what you can to spread your legs further aside and allow more access. After a couple minutes of gentle pressing and easing off, the widest part of the plug passes the tightness of your asshole, and it sinks into place, the end resting against flesh. My hands grip each of your thighs, pushing your legs back against the arms of the chair, and my mouth once again returns to your now soaking wet pussy, now more vigorous and insistent. I hum and moan into your lips as my tongue traces up and down your inner and outer labia, making circles around your clit before pressing flat against it and rolling it around. After a few moments, I sit up, and you can feel my eyes staring at your face.

“Bunny, I want you to cum for me.”

I place my mouth back on you and sink my tongue deep between your skin folds, dipping the tip into your wet hole before sliding it up to press the thick meat of it against your clit and undulate it around in circles while firmly pressing my lips around it and sucking in, hard.

“Yes, sir…”

Your squirming and wriggling only intensifies as the pleasure builds and builds, muscles tensing up just before you cry out as the first orgasm wracks your body. The ropes dig into your skin as you strain against them, no longer in control of your limbs as you ride out the wave of pleasure. My tongue work continues, licking up the fresh supply of wetness leaking out of you, my lips kissing all over and around your glistening pussy. My hands travel up your stomach and take a breast in each hand, kneading and squeezing them, fingertips caressing and lightly pinching the nipples as I continue to work you with my mouth. The plug in your ass pushes out a little and is pulled back in as the muscles clench and release.

Before you are fully recovered from that orgasm, you feel another one building off the crest of the first as I do not relent in my oral treatment. My hands continue to grip your breasts, barely able to contain their ampleness. As I sense another orgasm approaching, I pinch hard on both nipples as I lightly flick my tongue back and forth across your clit while my lips remain latched around the skin surrounding it, sucking. Again you cry out and again your muscles tense as the second orgasm wracks your body. Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes as you feel so many sources of pleasure and pain at once. You want to look down at me and beg me to fuck you, but the eye mask only gives you darkness, and the ropes take away your freedom. You are at my mercy, and you have no choice but to accept that the control lies with another. Your body yearns for me, to be filled by me, but you know that begging or demanding will only delay that which you desire. So you continue to do the one thing that will eventually get you what you need: obey.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

NSFW: yes

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