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My boyfriend confessed to me the other day that he had a bit of a kinky, fetishist streak. He’d never dared talk to me about it before, but in fact, he was dreaming of spicing up our sex life… By putting a little more BDSM vibe into it. He bought me a magnificent costume made of transparent stockings and a black lace bodysuit open at pussy level. Fishnet, lace, shapely breasts: I felt like falling into it and I could feel that it was gonna sweep him off his feet, literally.

I agreed to play along. To see where it might lead, what paths of desire it would take us down. My man wanted to do a “switch” session, meaning he wanted to be both submissive and dominant at the same time, within the same fuck party. I let myself be guided.
First I played the dominant mistress, telling him to bow down at my feet. I was wearing impressive black velvet heels, which were having their little effect. He fucked my curvaceous feet in my pretty femme fatale shoes and pulled out his cock to touch my heels and feet with it. As if to harden even more at their touch. It was strange, but quite exciting. He walked his cock along my calves, then against my thighs, like a hard, curious little animal.
It was pretty intense, I must admit. He worshipped my whole body with his cock, which he walked all over to stroke me with. He used it as a hand or fingers to graze me, massage me, touch me with his glans. I was on the floor, on my back, and he put his cock on my face, his body on top of me. Little by little, he became dominant in his turn. Little by little, he was regaining power. He swept his member over my mouth, my neck, my cheeks, my cleavage. I was hot, such was the sexiness of the moment.
My bodysuit was sticking to my skin, which was beading with sweat. I grabbed his cock above my face to jerk it. He was molting to become dominant. He’d conquered me by submitting, so now I was ready to submit myself.

Still on the ground, I turned onto my stomach, thighs spread, sex uncovered and given over to his every whim. I had become his thing and I was discovering myself in this role. He carried me, settled me on the bed, and tied my feet and hands together with handcuffs he’d bought.
I was at his mercy, all orifices within reach of his desires. I could see nothing of what he was doing behind me and it was deliciously frightening and exciting. He shoved a dildo in me slowly, taking time to let me get acquainted with it first. He ran it over my ass to let me experience its material and surface. Then he stuck it in my pussy. I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel the firm, vibrant penetration, which drew from me moans of a depth I hadn’t felt for a long time.

The dildo was like another little animal stuck between my thighs, entirely dedicated to my pleasure. It was gorgeous! He let the toy vibrate in my sex. He continued caressing me with his cock, until he came face to face with me to push it into my mouth. As my limbs were bound, I could do nothing but receive. Just open my lips to take his sex into my mouth.
It was strangely violent and sweet at the same time. Inside my own sex, the toy twirled, sending me its waves of artificial but very real pleasure. Its electronic pulsations turned my pussy into a vast echo chamber for the inexorable rise of my orgasm.
Palpitations, vibrations, rise, rise, then the eruption of the volcano, the sap of my cyprine flowing from my womb, and his cock in my mouth muffling my cries… I’d never cum so violently before. He, too, was like a madman, and he set about ejaculating into my mouth, into this body that was fettered, unable to move, and receiving his pleasure. Between my legs, the toy, which had never stopped, gave me a second orgasm.
This moment brought our couple closer together and rekindled our libido, which had fallen asleep between us. A real boost for our sex life!

NSFW: yes

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