Sp**** Posted November 6 Posted November 6 They sat on the black leather couch in the small apartment. It was their first meeting, rife with nervous chit-chat, peppered with flirtation and innuendo. The evening was wearing on as they both engaged in the verbal repartee of discovery and revelation. “You’re wearing the navy bra, I see” he said out of the blue. “Oh, “she blurted, “Why, yes I am. I had almost forgotten you asked me to wear them this morning.” “Are you also wearing the matching panties?” he inquired. “Yes” she said shyly and felt her cheeks redden. “Show me.” He responded curtly. It clearly was not a request. Without hesitation she stood and unfastened the button to her black jeans. Pulling the zipper down, the front of her pants yawned open revealing lacy panties in the exact same shade of blue as the brassiere that showed beneath her blouse. She ***led the tight material down her milky-white thighs and stepped out of the balled up garment once it had accumulated on the floor. She turned to display her backside to him, the expanse of lacy material taught over the fullness of her round ass cheeks. Drawing back his hand, he quickly swung, connecting his outstretched palm against the lace trimmed orb of her left cheek. “Oh!” she exclaimed, but before she could speak, the sensation was repeated on the right. Her head swimming with the pleasure of the stinging blows, she leaned forward and grasped the armrest of the sofa and dug her nails into the creamy black leather as she offered her derriere to him willingly. He stood, and with his left hand caressed the tender, reddening skin of her behind, alternating with revisits of the swift blows that were, even now raising welted handprints on her pale flesh. Her eyes closed and lips parted in transports of ecstasy, feeling herself sink deeper into the all-consuming physicality that his ministrations were providing. She felt her mind slip into the obedient, yielding submissive state that she longed to dwell in, rather than just visit occasionally. In that moment she was ready to give herself completely to him, to subjugate her own will to his fervent desires, not in this moment, but in every moment. She felt her heart race, her breath quicken, her skin flush, and the inner folds of her womanhood begin to flood with desire. Reaching up with his right hand, he grasped the hair that was flowing over her bunched shoulders and entwined it in his fingers firmly, bunching it in his fist. Pulling firmly backwards, she arched her back and turned her face upwards to the light, and thrust her backside into the air, like a lioness in heat. His striking hand caressed downward between her cheeks causing her to shiver as his fingers came into contact with the sodden lace covering her over-stimulated sex. He ran his finger along the length of her swollen lust-slick labia and back up to rest on the patch of lacy real estate covering her tailbone area. Digging his trimmed fingernails into the thin material he pulled, his fingertips puncturing the gauzy material easily. She gasped in surprise, but he held fast to her hair preventing her from objecting. Bunching his left hand into a fist, he yanked backwards, rending the fabric, and tearing away a wide swath that exposed most of the graceful swell of her cheeks and the drenched, pouting folds of her intimate anatomy. The spankings rained anew on her recently bared flesh, each blow adding to the warm tingle she was experiencing to the very core of her being. Running his hand down between her thighs again he felt the heat emanate from her aroused pussy, like a blast furnace. Positioning his fingers at the quivering aperture, he pushed in slowly, her slippery folds swallowing his digits easily. She let out a moan of pleasure and her breathing increased in tempo, as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her tightness, never easing up on the grasp on her hair, but pulling in time with his nether intrusions. In due time his rhythm and *** increased, until the act of penetration and withdrawal swirled into a miasma of orgasmic pleasure in her mind. As he continued to violate her, she noticed a familiar feeling begin to arise through the euphoria of her mental state. It was if the general pleasure of his efforts had culminated into a living thing, like the dorsal fin of a shark breaking the calm sea, both ominous and undeniable. Waves of intense climax hit her like water on rocks, crashing violently. Her body shook and stiffened as her thighs clamped tight involuntarily, as her vagina spasmed and fluid gushed from her body, and fell on the leather beneath her like the patter of rain upon a tent deep in the forest at night. After the climax was wrenched from her body she slumped, spent against the armrest of the couch, as his grip on her hair loosened allowing her forward movement. She lay panting and gasping, legs quivering and exposed ass glowing significantly red. He helped her to her feet, and to her bedroom, where he disrobed her and guided her to her bed, where she lay gathering her wits. He joined her on the bed until her composure was regained. Minutes later, the couple still remained on the bed, the erotic tension heavy in the air. “Hey” he said, “Can I see your rope, please?” “Of course, Sir” she replied, demurely sinking into her submission, “I will get it for you.” She slid off the bed and crossed the room to where the rope was located, his eyes following her naked form, assessing her body hungrily. Upon returning with the rope, she offered it to him, and resumed her place on the bed beside him, he hands modestly clasped over her midsection. He felt the rope in his hands, thick and soft, but strong and capable for his purposes. Taking her right hand from her stomach, he held it between his, admiring the soft skin, delicate tapered fingers and striking red nail polish. With one end of the rope, he began to wind it around her wrist, the rope firmly in contact with the skin of her wrists, but not tight enough to bite the flesh. Once several wraps were completed, he finished the windings off deftly, with a knot that prevented it from unwinding as well as preventing her from removing her hand. With a swift movement he wrapped the rope around the upright brass posts on her headboard, pulling her arm taut over her head and at an approximate 45 degree angle. “Oh my” she sighed, “what are you doing?” “Hmmm” he jokingly mused, “Perhaps it would be better if you didn’t see this after all.” With that, he pulled the cotton pillowcase off of one of the many pillows arranged on the bed and in less time than she thought was possible, had formed it into a passable excuse for a blindfold. He placed it on her settling it over her exquisite eyes and ensuring it did an adequate job of obscuring her sight. With the blindfold on, her sense of touch and hearing was amplified almost immediately. She felt the novel sensation of the rope hugging her wrist, alongside of the sound of their breathing and discomfort of the rapidly cooling puddle ineffectually absorbed into the towel under her hips, a reminder of her orgasms experienced scant minutes before. As she began to relive those climaxes, she was brought back to the present by the feeling of her left wrist being bound in the same manner the other had been. Tugging tentatively at her bindings, she found that she was indeed firmly fastened to the bed by both of her wrists and quite unable to free herself. She felt him withdraw from the bed and momentarily she had the panicked thought that he was simply going to tie her up, blindfold her and leave her alone and quite ***. As she tried to construct scenarios in her head of how she was going to get free and the potential methods it could be accomplished, she felt him, once more, on the bed beside her. His hands wantonly roamed her flesh. She was exposed to him, completely unable to cover herself or deflect his attentions with her hands. His touch ranged from light caresses on her arms and stomach to firm squeezing of her bountiful breasts, ending with firm pinches to her aroused nipples, a practice which elicited squeals and moans from her. If she had not already been soaked from their prior activities, she assessed that she would be quite sopping by this point. His hand roamed down between her smooth, white thighs, parting them. Cool air played across the liquid-slick folds of her womanhood, cooling it in temperature but not in desire. His hands caressed her there and parted her labia gently eliciting more wetness, before his fingers played over her engorged locus. She gasped and moaned softly under his hand and her hips began to rock ***ly anticipating his touch. Robbed of her sense of sight, she felt his hand withdraw and then return with a gentle slap on her pubic mound, the *** of which reverberated through her moistened sex, like a wave, crashing upon the shore of her overstimulated clitoris. She sighed and spread her legs to grant him better access, his strikes continuing, never more than a gentle sting to her sensitive area. The result from this attention was cumulative, each sting building on one another until her entire nether region was tingling, ***-filled and incredibly sensitive. As he continued his fervent *** of sensation on her eager pussy, her lips parted and her breathing increased in tempo. So intent on concentrating on the sensations between her legs, she almost didn’t recognize a gentle caress on her lower lip. She gasped when she realized this stimulation and tried to classify what it was. It was smoother and warmer than his fingers, yet not as moist and slippery as his lips and tongue had been, yet she opened her mouth to better gauge the intrusion. Only then did she regain the familiarity of this sensation as she eagerly accepted his member into her mouth. She ran her tongue over his flaccid tool, and felt it stir and begin to grow within her talented mouth. As she ministered to his arousal it slowly increased in both girth and length until she could no longer contain it and he pulled back to accommodate her accordingly. The feeling of his now hard cock in her mouth combined with the delicious warmth of the aroused flesh between her legs, elicited a ripple of small orgasms that wracked her pleasure saturated body. He allowed her to pleasure him for a few moments more, with her lips teeth and tongue all working in harmony to drive him toward an ecstatic state. Regretfully, then, he withdrew his turgid, saliva-slick organ from her delightful mouth, and soothed the pouting lip caused by its removal with a kiss, as he moved down the bed and took up residence between her splayed thighs. With his knees he spread her legs wider, causing her nether lips to yawn open exposing the secret inner folds of her petal like labia to his view. She mewled and rocked her hips consumed by desire and anticipation of what she knew was surely to come. Positioning his cock at the opening of her waiting aperture, he thrust in deeply filling her all with one single stroke, so wet she was. Withdrawing his manhood almost to the tip, he thrust then again driving himself inside her firmly. Slowly he began savoring the sensation of every inch of his cock sinking into her velvet-like moistness, and then feeling the absence of her slippery confinement on the withdrawal. Increasing the tempo he began to ***fully propel his hips into her, each thrust rocking her bound body significantly. The pleasure she was experiencing had long robbed her of her words, her now being merely able to elicit whimpers, moans and guttural noises which punctuated her desire. In due course he quickened the rhythm of his activity even more until she was buffeted and tossed like a rag doll, or a ship lost at sea caught in a tempest submitting to the will of the storm. His climax came, then, building through his body. It was a culmination of both his arousal and his overwhelming desire to possess her in every way possible. He slammed home one last time, deep into her moist and willing cunt, his semen bathing her intimate canal in spurt after spurt of viscous fiery-hot fluid. She felt his heat within hers and shuddered with the intensity of the moment. She had offered herself to him completely and he had taken her ***fully, purposefully, on his own terms, claiming her as his own, in the oldest and most profound way Dominance and submission has ever been expressed. It felt like home to both of them.
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