She had all the time been curious about bondage, but had never had the nerve to try it. So when her new lover suggested tying her up, she was both nervous and excited. He started by blindfolding her, so she couldn’t see what he was doing. Then he slowly and deliberately tied her arms above her head, to the wrought iron bed frame.
She could feel her pulse quickening as he circled around her, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin. She shivered with pleasure and anticipation, wondering what he would do next. Suddenly she felt something cold and hard against her nipple. She gasped as he added another clip to the other one, each tugging at her flesh just enough to bring a moan from her lips.
He stepped back and she could hear him breathing heavily as he surveyed the effect of his handiwork. She was arching her back, straining towards him, wanting more. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine now. And I’m going to make you feel things you never knew were possible.” She purred in response, loving the feeling of being so completely at his mercy.
He kissed her neck and then descended to her breasts. He teased her with his tongue and lips, making her writhe in her bonds. She wanted to touch him so badly, but she was helpless to do anything except surrender to his ministrations. And she found that she liked it that way.
As he continued to explore her body, he kept up a constant patter of instructions and encouragements. “Good girl,” he murmured, as he slipped his fingers inside her, coaxing her towards the edge. “You’re so wet for me. I want you to come for me, baby.” His voice was low and husky with desire, and it sent her over the edge.
She screamed as she climaxed, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her release. He held her through it all, whispering soothing words in her ear as she slowly came down. When she was finally able to open her eyes again, he was smiling down at her.
“How was that?” he asked, softly. She smiled back at him, feeling more alive and content than she had in months. “Amazing,” she said. “Can we do it again?”