[ad_1]
As the sun began to set, the anticipation within me grew. I had been waiting weeks for this moment – the moment where he would take me, bind me, and pleasure me in methods I had never experienced before.

He had sent me a message earlier in the day, instructing me to prepare myself – to shave every intimate inch of my body, to wear the lacy lingerie he had gifted me, and to arrive at his door promptly at 8 PM. And so I did, my heart beating so fast in my chest I wondered it might burst.

He greeted me with a single kiss and a wicked grin, leading me to his bedroom where he had prepared a set of silk ropes and fluffy handcuffs. My body thrummed with excitement and nervousness as I watched him move around the room, lighting candles and setting the mood with soft music.

“Undress for me,” he commanded in a husky voice.

Without hesitation, I slipped off my dress, revealing the lacy bra and panties that barely covered me. His eyes darkened with desire, his gaze lingering on the curves of my body before he walked towards me, grabbing one of the silk ropes.

“Hands up,” he commanded, and I lifted my arms above my head as he expertly bound my wrists and secured them to the bedpost. I gasped at the sensation of being completely at his mercy, the silk rope brushing against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

He moved to the foot of the bed, securing my ankles with the fluffy handcuffs, spreading my legs and exposing me completely. I felt a rush of embarrassment, but also a sense of exhilaration unlike anything I had ever felt. I was his to do with as he pleased, and I was ready to surrender to his every whim.

“Does my little sub like being bound?” he asked, his fingers trailing up and down the insides of my thighs.

“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back against the bed as his fingers brushed against my core.

“Good,” he said, taking out a blindfold and covering my eyes. “This will make it even more pleasurable.”

And he was right. Without the ability to see, my other senses were heightened. I felt every touch, every caress, in a way that I never had before.

His fingers danced over my body, teasing me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back as if to say, “not yet.” I begged for release, but he continued to taunt me until I was a quivering mess, my hips arching off the bed in search of the pleasure he kept just out of reach.

Finally, he relented, his fingers finding the spot that made me scream in pleasure, his mouth covering mine as I came aside under his touch.

For the rest of the night, he bound me, teased me, and brought me to the edge time and time again. It was a night of pure ecstasy, of surrendering to my own desires and allowing him to take control in a way that left me absolutely drained, but also completely and utterly satisfied.

And as the sun started to rise, and the bindings were released, I knew I would be back, ready for another night of boundless pleasure.
[ad_2]