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I’m not really sure how I got to this point. It wasn’t something I ever wondered I would be into, and it certainly wasn’t something I wondered I could enjoy. But here I was, laying on my back with my hands and feet bound to the bedposts, completely at the mercy of my partner.

It had started as a playful game of teasing and seduction. We’d been together for years, and it was fun to mix things up and try new things. But somewhere along the line, it had turned into something else entirely.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as my partner walked around the bed, surveying my helpless body. I tried to squirm, to wiggle free of the soft silk ties that held me down, but they were tied tight.

My partner leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then murmured into my ear. “Are you ready?” they asked, their breath hot against my skin.

I nodded, unable to form words around the fear and excitement that threatened to spill out of me.

My partner’s hands traced down my sides and over my hips, then up my belly to my breasts. They teased my nipples until they were hard and sensitive, then leaned back to admire their handiwork.

“You look so beautiful like this,” they murmured, their voice soft and intimate. “So vulnerable and exposed.”

I felt myself blushing under their gaze, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at their words. I’d at all times wondered of myself as strong and independent, but here I was, completely surrendered to their will.

My partner retrieved a small bag from the nightstand, then rifled through it until they found what they were looking for. When they straightened up, they were holding a thin leather whip.

My eyes widened in fear as they approached me, but my body thrummed with a desperate need for what was about to happen. I didn’t figure out why I was feeling this way, but I knew that I needed it.

My partner traced the tip of the whip over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt the leather brush over my nipples and over my belly button, then trace down to the edge of my panties.

I looked down and saw that my underwear was soaked through, evidence of my arousal. My partner chuckled at my reaction, then brought the whip down across my stomach in a soft, teasing stroke.

I gasped at the sensation of leather against my skin, then let out a soft moan as they brought the whip down again, this time a little harder.

The pleasure and pain mixed together in a heady rush that left me dizzy and breathless. I was completely at my partner’s mercy, and part of me found that incredibly hot, even as the rest of me was terrified.

My partner continued to expertly wield the whip, each stroke harder than the last. My skin was starting to sting, but the sensation was almost trance-like in its pleasure.

I was so lost in my own sensations that I didn’t even notice when my partner stopped, until I felt their hands easing my legs aside, exposing me completely.

I whimpered at the sensation of being so exposed, but knew that I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. My partner leaned down and brushed their lips over my sensitive clit, then pulled away.

“No,” I whined, aching with need. “Please.”

My partner chuckled and kissed me, then reached for something else from the bag. When they straightened up, they were holding a small, buzzing vibrator.

My eyes widened at the sight of it, but I couldn’t look away. I felt completely helpless and out of control, but in the most incredible way.

My partner traced the tip of the vibrator over my slick folds, making me moan and squirm. They teased my clit until I was dripping with need, then slid the vibrator inside me.

I gasped as the buzzing sensation filled me up, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My partner leaned down and started licking and sucking on my nipples, sending me spiraling even higher.

I couldn’t hold back anymore; the pleasure was too intense. I screamed out my release, my body spasming as it wracked with pleasure.

My partner let me ride out the climax, then pulled away from me. They untied me from the bedposts and held me close as I regained my breath, my heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” they asked, their voice filled with concern.

I nodded, feeling emotionally and physically drained.

“I didn’t think I could do that,” I whispered, feeling vulnerable and raw.

My partner kissed me sweetly, then held me close. “You were amazing,” they said softly. “I’m so proud of you.”

I smiled into the kiss, feeling safe and loved in their arms. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that I trusted my partner completely, and that was enough for now.
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