I’ve all the time fantasized about dominating a man, tying him up, teasing him to the edge of sanity and back, denying him orgasm until the very end, then using him as my own personal fucktoy.

It’s all the time been just a fantasy until I one day shared it with a close friend, we talked about it for a while then he surprised me by offering to be my eager victim, quite enthusiastically I might add, for the same in return, getting tied up and used by him, which I was secretly excited for, but that’s another story for another day.

We set up a day and time for his coming over soon after, which was in a few days, and went over a few essential details,I was beyond excited.

D-day finally came and all the anticipation and excitement was making me horny, and filthy images and ideas were filling my brain. I had the house to myself since my flatmate was away for the whole week, my room was tidied up, restraining straps acquired, and everything was ready for his arrival in a couple hours, in which I showered, shaved and prepared some snacks, it was going to be a long night.

I get a text message from him saying he’s close a few minutes before I hear the doorbell, my heart beats a little faster in a mix of excitement and nervousness as I make my way towards the door and greet my friend with a tight hug. We catch up and chat a little before the conversation slowly changes to the main reason for our meeting, we go over hard limits, some I already knew, some I didn’t, safe words, as well as things he wants to try out, and I take mental notes of everything.

It was 11ish when we decided there was no point in delaying it any further, I lead him to my room and encourage him to strip down to his underwear, which was very erotic to watch, then lay down on his back in the middle of my double bed.

“How do u want your hands tied?” I ask to which he responds by bringing them above his head, I want access to his ears and neck, so I lower them a little and give him a questioning look, he nods in approval,perfect.

I don’t bother asking to tie his feet since I know he doesn’t like it, and after securing his arms to the upper bedposts, I blindfold him with a silk scarf that I lightly sprayed with one of my perfumes beforehand, a sweet and sensual scent that’s sure to stay etched in his memory, that would get him hard next time he smells it, gotta Pavlov his ass after all, then I take a few moments to appreciate my handiwork and the sight before me…

There, onmy bed, splayed onmy bedsheets, tied tomy bedframe, is a man waiting to get his brains blown, mine to use and play with for the night,and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I reach for my phone and take a picture as a souvenir.

I climb onto the bed and sit on my knees next to him as I begin lightly running my fingertips over his right shoulder to the center of his chest, barely touching his skin, and smile at the goosebumps covering his body as a reaction,so easily excitable. I begin again from his forearm over his shoulder, to his chest, circling his nipple a couple times before making my way down his stomach, and over his boxers to reach his thigh, making sure not to touch his apparent bulge that seems to be growing whenever I get too close, which Iaccidentally keep doing. I notice how his chest rises up and down with the quickening of his breathing, and lightly graze my nails over his chest with both hands to just above his boxers, which causes a sudden breath intake.

Light soft touches turn into open-handed tender caresses as I rub his shoulders, chest, and thighs, and slowly but surely I get closer and closer to touching his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers, until I am running fingertips over the length of it, making him raise his hips to touch more of my hand. “Stay still” I instruct, at which he groans in frustration, yet follows,good boy. I continue my exploration down to his balls, softly cupping them, I then make out a little patch of wetness from his precum below the hem of his boxers, and use it to draw slow circles with my thumb over his tip, and can see him struggle not to arch his back. I finally remove his underwear revealing his hard cock proudly erect and leaking enough precum to lube the entire head, which I do, making it glisten, and I like how ragged his breathing becomes. I keep at it for a few more seconds, running my thumb over the slick surface, before I take pity on him and stop.

It is only fair at this point that I remove some of my clothes as well, so I quickly get rid of my shirt and sweats leaving me in a bra and panties, such a shame that he cannot see the pretty matching pattern on them, but oh well.

I run my thumb over my lower lip, wetting it with residual precum, lost in thoughts and ideas of what I wanna do to him,but I wanna taste him first, so I lean down and run my tongue over his stomach, tracing the dips of his abs ’til just above the tip of his cock,delicious. I take my sweet time licking and leaving trails of wet open-mouthed kisses from his neck all the way down to his hips, avoiding his cock which looked like it was begging for attention,patience buddy. I make my way back up, paying special attention to the almond shaped light brown birthmark just a little off center between his collarbones, nibbling and sucking on it, as well as that sweet spot between his neck and shoulder. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long” I whisper, my lips barely grazing his ear, before nibbling on it, pulling on his earlobe with my teeth, causing him to shudder, and I keep alternating between kissing, licking and biting, even flicking his nipples with my tongue a few times, my hair tickling his chest, untill I’m sure I’ve tasted every inch of his neck, chest and torso.

I sit back and admire the thin sheen of sweat and saliva covering his upper body, the glistening tip of his dick, and the flushed skin on his face and neck.I think it’s time to get the ice out, so I quickly run to the kitchen and put a couple ice cubes in a bowl, pop one in my mouth and leave the rest in the freezer, I might need them later, the wood spatula catches my eye and I quickly snatch it before running back. I set the spatula and bowl on the bedside table, and take one ice cube out making sure not to make a sound.

I climb back on the bed and continue teasing his cock, playing with the head, running fingertips up and down his shaft, while holding the ice cube a couple inches above his chest, waiting for it to begin melting and dripping through my fingers, all while sucking on the one in my mouth, and after a couple seconds the first few drops fall and he gasps in surprise at the unexpected coldness over his overheating skin. I then lean down over the side of his neck, letting the melted ice drip out of my mouth as I’m kissing and nibbling on him, from his earlobe to his shoulder, while absentmindedly running the melting ice cube up and down his side with one hand and teasing his dick with the other.

It doesn’t take more than a minute for both ice cubes to melt and I’m still stroking his cock with the same slow rhythm while he’s moving his hips to match, his soft sighing barely audible. I get up on top of his stomach, a bent knee on either side, my back to his face, his tip mere inches from my pussy, and I begin properly jerking him off, using his precum and my spit as lube. I begin slow, using one hand at first while the other lays on his thigh, occasionally massaging it, and as I pick up pace, I use one hand to hold the base, fingers resting on his balls, while the other slides up and down the length of it. His cock feels so hot in my cold hands from the ice, and I hear his breathing quickening, feel his chest rising up and down, more precum leaking from his tip, and after only a few seconds he starts moaning audibly and only when I feel like he’s getting too close do I slow down, occasionally lightly slapping his balls with the spatula I brought from the kitchen, making him shake and grunt every

time. I keep repeating that until his dick is throbbing uncontrollably and he’s shaking under me, arching his back as much as he could with my body over him, groaning in painful pleasure whenever I deny him sweet release,it turns me on more than I care to admit, and I discover myself slowly grinding my hips back and forth.

I’m so focused on him that I don’t even realize how wet I’ve gotten until I get off him and remove my panties to discover them soaked, my bra soon follows and lands on the pile of clothes in the corner. I swiftly get back on top of him, my knees on either side of his head and my forearms on his hips, lowering my  pussy over his half open mouth, and as I’m leaning down to lick the tip of his dick, tasting his only slightly salty precum, twirling my tongue around his head and the ring just below it, I feel him hungrily licking my pussy back and forth, sucking and flicking the sensitive bean, drinking in my juices. “Don’t cum” I quickly say before wrapping my lips around the head, flicking the very tip with my tongue, then backing off, he groans in a mixture of frustration and pleasure that vibrates over my clit making it throb. And after teasing him a few more times, I spit on his cock then slowly lower my head, pushing more of him into my mouth, feeling every vein, texture and throb of his rock hard erection.

I moan with his cock in my mouth knowing the vibrations affect him as much as his affect me, then move my head up and down, sucking and twirling my tongue, enjoying the feeling of his thickness stretching my lips, and after a few minutes of heavenly muffled moans from both sides, in which I started grinding my pussy on his face, I feel my orgasm nearing, and it’s hard to concentrate on his dick when his lips suck on my pussy and his tongue fucks my hole, I clench every muscle in my body as I cum hard with exploding pleasure inside me, on his face, with his tongue inside me and his throbbing cock in my mouth. I let go of his still undrained dick, take a few moments to compose myself, then leave a kiss on the newly discovered mole on the side of his shaft before getting off him. I remove his blindfold and lick my juices off his face while praising him for not cumming since I didn’t allow it yet.

We’re both panting, shaky, and sweaty so I decide to take a snack break. I fish his t-shirt from the pile and put it on before untying him then fetch the snacks and fruit, and we sit on the bed chatting while resting and munching, talking about what just happened, I enjoy listening to his side of the story, what he liked, and how he felt. And after some time I ask if he’s ready to continue, “yes, please” he answers with a grin,delightful.

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I take a trip to the kitchen to quickly clean the plates, and fill the bowl with a few more ice cubes. When I’m back I discover him waiting for me, eagerly already in position, I smirk as I blindfold him and secure his hands just like before, then climb on the bed and position myself between his legs, and watch his a-little-softer dick get harder as I wrap my hand around it, going up and down a few times before making a ring with my thumb and index finger around just below the head. “Fuck it” I instruct, and he starts thrusting his hips, fucking the little tight ring that I kept just high enough for just the tip to go through, and after only a few minutes his moans become audible and his breathing shaky, grunting with each thrust.

I dip my left hand in the half melted ice cube bowl while my right still teases him, and whenever he starts shaking too much, his breathing quickening, moaning louder, I switch hands, jerking him off with my ice cold one, bringing him just close enough to the edge but not quite enough to push him further, then back to teasing him with my ordinary hand while the other cools in the bowl. I keep repeating this over and over again until his incoherent moans and loud shaky panting fill the room.

After some time I get up on top of him, facing him while hovering my pussy over his dick, both my hands on his chest. I then slowly begin moving my hips over his, keeping mine just high enough that the tip of his cock just barely touches my clit, no matter how high he desperately thrusts his hips. And with every feathery touch, every stroke of his tip on my clit, I lose more and more self control and begin considering just untying him and letting him pound my pussy, hard and fast, until none of us can think straight,the wondered alone makes me weak.

I lower my hips on his until I can feel his cock throbbing between my parted lips, and he shakily gasps at the contact, as I begin slowly grinding my hips, rubbing my clit with the length of it, mixing his precum with my wetness, letting the pleasure consume me as I moan and whimper louder and louder, barely aware of his incoherent oh fucks and oh yesses, mixed in with pussy drenching moans and groans.

I lean forward and put both hands on the headboard, my tits hovering over his face. “Open up” I say before directing my right nipple towards his half open mouth, and as soon as it makes contact he sucks it in, twirling his tongue around it, then using his teeth to bite down and hold it in place while his tongue licks and flicks the tip of it, shooting waves of pleasure straight to my already drenched pussy. He keeps sucking, licking, biting and tugging on it until my pussy is throbbing and my arms are shaking. The other nipple gets the same treatment and somehow feels even better, making me moan louder.

I remove his blindfold and am taken aback by the hunger in his eyes. He stills while looking at me, holding his breath, drinking in the sight of my body, as if seeing me for the first time, watching my hips grinding back and forth on his dick, my tits bouncing with the movement, nipples still wet with his saliva. I grind faster, only to slow down again when I feel either of us getting too close, over and over again, driving both of us insane, my nails digging into his skin, torturing myself just as much as him, hearing him groan in painful frustration each time I do, pulling on his restraints. “Please..” he moans desperately, barely audible at first, panting, shaking, “more, please”so fucking needy, I love it, and I feel every last ounce of self control leave my body at once.

I struggle but manage to free his restrained hands, and only when he puts them on my hips, caressing my thighs with a ragged moan, do I realize how much I craved his touch. He hesitates only a second before they’re all over me, touching, caressing, and kneading everywhere he can reach, before settling on my tits, squeezing them, rubbing the tips of my hard nipples with his thumbs, then digging his fingers in my ass, kneading and slapping it. And before I realize what’s happening I am manhandled onto my stomach, ass in the air and head pinned down, my knees spread with his in between pushing them aside as far as they can, revealing my pussy, swollen and dripping for him.

He slowly pushes his cock into my pussy, keeping up a pathetic display of self control, his whole body shaking from the effort, clinging to every shred of it for no more than a few seconds before it all shatters as he starts pounding me from behind, hard and fast, raw and primal, giving in to the insatiable hunger and lustful desire,and my god how I needed that, pulling back all the way before ramming it back in again with a grunt, his balls slapping against my clit. He pulls my head back by my hair, wraps a hand around my neck, choking and pinning me against his chest, “How do you like being fucking used now bitch, huh?” he growls against my ear, and I moan in response, words failing me. He then uses his free hand to rub my clit, occasionally slapping it, while still pushing his cock into me, the sharp stinging making my pussy throb around it. And I struggle and squirm against him when I begin getting lightheaded, but his strong arm keeps me in place, his knees keeping mine aside, unable to move,totally vulnerable.

And just when I think I might pass out, black spots filling my vision, he lets go of my throat, and I gasp as much air as I can before he pushes my head back into the bed again keeping it in place with one hand, while slapping my ass with the other, my muscles clenching around his cock with every deliciously painful slap, making him slap it harder, the bed muffling my screams.

He keeps pounding my pussy with no mercy, feeling him too deep inside me, filling me. And with every slap, thrust and grunt, I am shoved closer and closer to the edge until everything feels too much and I explode with intense blissful pleasure screaming his name, my toes curling and hands scrunching the sheet, my muscles tightening and contracting around his cock, milking it, triggering his own orgasm, his body tensing as his cock throbs and shoots cum inside me.

And as both our orgasms fade we’re both panting, sweaty and weak, he falls to his side on the bed dragging me with him, his hands around me, his head buried in my shoulder, softly kissing it. And after only a few moments we pass out, his dick still inside me..