Open Wide

– Limitations of Restraint –

By: Jace Dee

Upon a wooden chair in from me sat Aiko. Her legs spread aside. Her Pussy a foot and a half away from my face. Her labia glistening. As clear a sign as any that she was as excited as me.

For my part, I was sitting on a foam workout mat on the floor, tied against the foot of Aiko’s four-posted bed. My wrists were cuffed and pulled out to the sides. My legs were pushed open by the chair in front of me. A ring gag was wedged between my teeth — secured in place by a leather strap which bit into the sides of my mouth. I was drooling uncontrollably through the black plastic ring. Saliva was running down my chin, landing on my chest, matting my hair, and making Aiko very happy.

With her bare feet, Aiko rubbed my inner thighs. In one hand she held the back of my head and in the other a pink dildo. She smiled warmly, knowingly, before shoving the dildo into my awaiting mouth. I gagged hard as it sunk into my throat, cutting off my airway, and, no doubt, causing my eyes to go wide and frightened. She giggled at my despair.

In and out went the dildo. The more I struggled the tighter her grip became on my head. Spit poured freely from my mouth like a waterfall. I gurgled and choked. Aiko laughed even more. The little bump at the back of my throat started to burn. A sense of desperation came over me. I fought the restraints.

With a gentle push, Aiko buried the dildo all the way into my mouth, its base touching my lips, the ring gag forcing me to take all of it. She held it in place with her fingers. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t escape. I had to accept. I wanted to accept. My body relaxed and I opened my eyes.

Seeing me see her brought a twisted grin to Aiko’s face. It was a look of excitement and sadistic fascination. And just as she was deep in her enjoyment, she pulled the dildo from my throat. A deluge of spit and drool followed. I coughed and panted for air.

Staring up at the ceiling, half aware, I heard Aiko ask, “don’t you want to watch?” To this I huffed through the gag, sending spit flying up into the air and back down onto my face and into my eyes. Squinting, I lurched forward, sending my head into her belly, which was now much closer to my face. “That’s what I thought,” she said to my effort. More spit fell from my face, this time onto Aiko’s abdomen and inner thighs. Here I rested for a moment. Safe in her warmth.

A gentle hand lifted my chin. Dazed, my eyes fluttered open and closed. “I want you to see how wet I am,” Aiko said, before pushing my forehead away from her. I realized, in that moment, she was sitting farther forward on the chair — much farther than she had been before. This explained why I had landed in her lap. Somehow, this little bit of situational awareness helped trigger my focus, allowing me to turn my undivided attention back toward her.

I watched as she slowly inserted the pink dildo into her Vagina. She stiffened as it went in. Sighing, she relaxed her body as she pushed it farther inside. When all but the base of the dildo had disappeared, she left it there. Body gently quaking, her Ass wiggled on the chair, her back arched and her head snap backward until she was staring at the ceiling. She softly howled. Surprised, I found it strangely sexy. Instead of continuing to fuck herself with the silicone toy, however, she pulled it completely out.

“I guess I’m not wet enough,” said Aiko, feigning disappointment. The dildo was covered in sticky, translucent blobs of her own juices. She was soaking wet. This was obvious when she wiped the outside of the dildo with a finger and rubbed the sticky, natural lube between her index finger and thumb. “See,” she said, placing her fingers in my mouth. All I tasted was salt. She rubbed them around on my tongue and whispered, “you’ll have to help me.”

Her hand left my mouth and went to her Vagina where she rubbed her clit. Deep, guttural moaning accompanied her Masturbation. Then she stopped and quickly returned her soaking fingers to my mouth. The taste was tremendous. It was all of her; her hormones and smells, tastes and fluids, salty, sticky, and delicious — delicious because it was her.

I leaned my head backward in an attempt to swallow all she had offered. To this she responded with a shake of her head and a stern, “un-uh, no.” She put two fingers in my mouth and pulled my head down. Drool spilled everywhere again and she said, “let it run down all over you.”

The dildo found its way back into my mouth. Aiko pushed it in and slowly pulled it out. She then inserted it into her Pussy where she fucked herself with it a few times. Out it came from her Pussy and back into my mouth it went. She said, “that’s the way. Get my cock all wet.” As soon as I started to gag, she removed the dildo and resumed her self-fucking.

Several times she held the dildo in my mouth so long I wondered I was gonna pass out. Yet, in reality, Aiko would never suffocate me for longer than a minute. She was cautious and her Love for me was apparent in these moments of desperation. She wanted me to feel like I was in danger. My struggle brought her joy. And that I was eager to be here, allowing her to suffocate me and use my mouth as a toy, was of the highest value to her. My submission got her wet and I could taste it when the dildo sunk into my throat.

After who knows how many rounds of lubricating the dildo for her, she left the thing inside of herself. Then, fishing for lube, she grabbed up a wad of spittle from my chin and rubbed it on her clit. Sloshing, sticky sounds accompanied her finger’s furious back and forth motions. Every few seconds she would stop and reach out for more spit, whispering, “keep helping.” A dozen times she did this, and a dozen times she let out the most gorgeous moans.

She was breathing hard. Wheezing with pleasure. An exhaled sigh met a low growl then she would chirp on the inhale. Shuttering periodically, she emitted a noise which sounded like a protest. Grinding, she pushed herself and the dildo into the seat of the chair, her chin to her chest, eyes clamped shut, mouth agape.

The cute software engineer, cycling enthusiast, sexy, erotica nerd with an almost surreal, sadistic, innovative passion for BDSM and femdom was edging herself closer and closer to an Orgasm. She kept going and going. Hooting in anticipation. Farming drool from a forced-open mouth some eight or nine inches from her Pussy.

Tied to the front of her bed, white and pink cuffed wrists spread out wide, black ring-gag firmly planted between my teeth, cock and balls gripped by a red rubber ring, a buttplug firmly implanted in my Ass, this wonderful woman was about to cum in front of me. Yet, she knew better than to go too quickly.

Aware of her own tendency to rush things, Aiko stopped fingering her Pussy right before she climaxed. Now a huffing, sweating mess, she leaned forward onto the top of my head and caught her breath. Enveloping me in her chest, her breasts smashed against my face, her body heat combined with mine as she rested her chin on the back of my head. There she rocked back and forth, saying “okay, okay,” to herself, trying to regain her calm. She noticed me drooling on her stomach and pulled away. An idea struck her then and she laughed as she grabbed up one of her boobs in her hand and readied her plan.

She centered herself in front of me, and, holding my head in her Free hand, pushed one of her tits into my gaping mouth. At this she laughed and said, “there! I plugged it up for you.” As if to prove her point, she pulled her breast out of my mouth and watched the drool spill out. She plugged my mouth again. This was immensely entertaining to her and she repeated the action — giggling with child-like glee each time.

Admittedly, I indulged myself a little. I licked her nipple when her tit was in my mouth. The slobbering lashes earned me a pleased grin. Aiko’s moaning returned. Eventually she left my mouth full and enjoyed the pleasure of my tongue. She even switched boobs every so often. Wouldn’t want anyone to miss out on a good thing, would we?

Aiko pulled away and grabbed my chin with her hand. She removed the slobber with her palm and followed the line of spit down to my groin, wiping my body like a squeegee. Now, with her hand in my crotch, she grabbed my balls. I squirmed as she squeezed. My cock pulsated with renewed vigor at the pain. She squeezed tighter and said with a laugh, “that always makes you hard.”

When she let go, I exhaled violently through the ring gag, sending spittle flying toward her. She did not flinch when it landed on her chest and neck. Instead she rubbed it on her body with one hand while gently tapping my balls with the other. Then she collected a handful of spit from my groin and began slowly, gently rubbing my cock. I was in heaven. My eyes rolled backward and then involuntarily closed.

I felt something near my mouth. Hot air assaulted my tongue and eventually my nose. I recognized it as Aiko’s breath. When I opened my eyes, I saw her face, mere inches from mine. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. She reached out with her tongue and licked. Around the ring gag she ran her tongue, first along my lips, then along the inside of the ring. Our tongues flirted with one another; Whenever I dared get close with mine, she retreated beyond the ring, where I could not reach. This went on until she settled into licking my exposed teeth.

Distracted by our kissing game, Aiko was now gripping my cock in her hand rather than stroking it. I moaned in displeasure. In response, Aiko drove her tongue into my mouth as if telling me to endure the pain. Our lips met — opened wide like two fish gasping for life. She puffed air into my cheeks then began sword fighting my tongue with hers. As strange as it may sound, it was beyond sexy. When Aiko pulled her mouth away, she intentionally swallowed hard to show me she had enjoyed my vulnerability.

We were both, in that moment, swept up by a slow-motion eroticism. The kind which melts consciousness and bends time into a circle. Where bodies move on their own. Where all thoughts are drowned out by human connection. Lost in a sea of passionate lust. Myopically fixated on a single person. Wanting only and everything of them to become all of you. Where every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation and desire. Where touch lingers and you discover yourself pushing your bodies together for the beauty of the sensation.

Overcome by it all, Aiko kissed me again. She bit my lower lip and tugged. Back went her head and forward went my face. I fell into her chest the instant she let go. She released my cock and wrapped her arms around my head. Then, as if we were one body, she rocked forward and began sliding off the chair.

Onto her knees she went. Her legs on either side of my restrained body. She pushed her pelvis into my chest, forcing me back into the foot-board of the bed. Relaxed and lost, my head reeled around in a small circle before leveling off. I was drooling again, this time directly onto both of our smashed together bodies.

Aiko covered my mouth with a hand and maneuvered herself over my cock. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the slightly bent, throbbing appendage. We both moaned loudly as it slid inside of her. She fell forward into me, then straightened herself. Up and down she rode. Slowly in the beginning, then speeding up. Midway through, she grabbed the pink dildo and rammed it into my open mouth.

She fucked my face in time with her fucking my cock. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. I gagged and spat. She “oh’d” and “ah’d,” moaned and bit her lower lip. Finally, she shoved the dildo all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breath. This was the spot. I was gonna cum.

She heard the familiar sound of my desperate, pleading moans and jumped off my cock. Up she shot, locking her legs, and, bending over me, she pulled the dildo from my upturned mouth. A long thread of saliva followed. She said in a forceful tone, “no you don’t. I still have things for you to do.” Then she pushed my head forward to allow the spit to pour out.

Aiko sat down on the chair in front of me, winded. She held my face in her hand. Then seeing my shaking jaw, she calmly reached behind my head and unclasped the buckle of the ring gag. With tender care, she slowly pulled the ring from my teeth. She threw the gag on the bed and drew me into her chest. I was working a sore jaw at the time and almost fought against her.

My resistance did not go unnoticed, and Aiko asked, “is something wrong?”

“No,” I mumbled into her body.

“Good,” she said, “catch your breath. You still have work to do.”

“Mm-hmm,” I replied.

She pet my hair and ran her fingers along my shoulder before asking, “are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, goddess,” I answered without hesitation.

“That’s better,” she said, still petting me. “You’re being so good. I’m having a great time using you, and I’m going to keep using you until I’m satisfied. I hope you know that.”

I nodded in response.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, goddess.”

“Well, we’re going to have to untie you. I need your body to work hard for me,” she said in an alluring voice. “You want to work hard for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, goddess.”

“And that tongue,” said Aiko, “that wondrous tongue.” She breathed in through her nose and placed a finger on my mouth. She ran it across my lips. With intense, glowing eyes, she pushed her finger into my mouth. As I diligently sucked, she asked, “you’re going to put that amazing tongue to use for me aren’t you?”

Thank you for reading!

© Copyright, Jace Dee, 2022.

This story is the property of Jace Dee, and is entirely fictional. Any and all characters in this work which may appear to reflect any person, place, or object, real or imagined, is purely coincidental.