Bondage Fantasy

Literotic asexstories – Bondage Fantasy by Avidwrtr,Avidwrtr
I feel the first velvety soft leather strap close then tighten around my ankle, holding me securely to the plushly padded table you’ve bent me over just moments ago. I tug, reflexively testing the strength of its hold, the silky texture of the restraint contradicting the strength of its immobility.

The satiny black blindfold you’ve placed over my eyes only heightens the rest of my senses as I listen to your steady controlled breathing while you finish securing the straps over the rest of my naked limbs.

Feeling the soft caress of your calloused and work roughened hands run over my bare body and move up to my hands that are reaching out to you for more when you capture my wrists, briefly but firmly gripping them in a silent warning to behave. Stilling my questing hands, cuffing them together before securing them, and I finally let myself relax completely into your care, pressing my cheek against the soft plush fabric in submission, knowing I’ll only know pleasure at your touch. The restraints somehow freeing me to focus on only the desire I know you want me to feel. My thighs are stretched wide, the straps holding them apart at my ankles, my ass high over the pillow you’ve shoved under my hips, leaving my naked body open, exposed and ready in its desperate need to be touched.

My pussy aches to feel you inside me, but I know I’ll have to wait. There is so much you’ve promised to make me feel tonight, and I know that making me wait for you inside me will only make it that much sweeter.

My own breathing is becoming ragged from anticipation as I hear you move about the room. The fact that I can’t see what you’re doing only intensifies my arousal. I can feel my juices slipping out of the soaked lips of my pussy, dripping down the exposed length of my spread thighs. You haven’t even really touched me yet and my body is so ready for you, it’s on fire.

You adjust the pillow under my hips, lifting my ass even higher into the air before placing what I assume are the toys you showed me earlier on the table on either side of my head. I can’t see them, but I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m hearing. Your toys.

You warned me earlier, that if I chose this, to submit to you tonight, that you might use them. That I would become your toy, just as they are. That my pleasure would be yours to give, and you will; because I know just how keenly you always do, I nearly come at just the thought of it.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Stretched out over my table with that tight little ass high in the air. This pretty pussy all bare. Just waiting for me. So wet and warm. I can’t wait to get inside this pussy.”

I whimper my need as your hands run down over the cheeks of my ass, your fingers kneading the firm globes, before lightly slapping it. I gasp as you massage away the seductive burn before lightly tapping again.

“Such a beautiful ass,” you murmur your approval and I feel your mouth press to my stinging skin, kissing down over my ass, your hands sliding down to clasp my opened thighs, gripping them, pressing them wider as you drop to your knees and fasten your open mouth over the throbbing, wet folds of my slick slit.

I moan as you suck each of my aching lips into your mouth in turn, your teeth lightly nibbling, making them throb with need as my clit pulses, desperate for attention. I’m straining to get closer to your mouth, pulling ineffectively at the straps that hold my wrists and ankles to the table. I arch, desperately pushing closer, my body begging silently for what I know you won’t give just yet.

“Not yet, darlin’. I haven’t played nearly enough yet.”

I hear you stand to your feet, and the slight rustle of clothing makes me moan aloud at the thought of your gorgeous body standing naked behind me, knowing you’d likely discarded all you’d had on before strapping me to this table, your faded well-worn button fly jeans. I hear the click of a lid opening and whimper when your slick hands massage over my back, soothing away my tension as they slide confidently downward, down to the globes of my ass, massaging firmly, your thumbs barely grazing the lips of my glistening sex, teasing me with your touch.

“You remember your safe word?” You ask, your lips brushing over the outer shell of my ear as you lean over my body, pressing yourself into my back, your rigid thick cock pressing firmly against my ass.

“Ford.”

“Good.” You nip my earlobe before pulling away from me, one hand brushing downward until it reaches my slit. When your fingers slide easily inside, we both moan. “So wet. So hot. So fucking tight. Mmmm.”

I rock against you, meeting each thrust of your hand with one of my own. My body quivering as the need for release builds inside me.

“Like that?”

“Oh God,” I whimper, panting and writhing as you pump your fingers faster, the thick digits driving into me harder, deeper. “Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Please. Harder.”

“Good girl.”

I whimper in protest as your fingers slip from me, then hiss in surprise when they move up to caress my ass, your thick fingers pressing firmly against its flowered pucker.

“Oh,” I gasp with a broken moan, as your finger slides in slowly, lightly testing, pressing in to the knuckle, flexing inside of me and stretching me.   

“Mmm. That’s tight, darlin’.”

When your finger slides from me, I moan in protest, only to gasp in shocked wonder when I feel the smooth edge of one of your toys as you press its tip firmly into my ass. You lay your hand on my lower back, pressing my hips down as my ass tilts greedily upward. I push against the toy, shocked by my body’s need to feel it stretching me. I feel the burn of painful pleasure as you press it in further, the tight ring of muscles relaxing as my ass opens around it, and my pussy convulses wantonly in response, my juices raining down my thighs.  

“That’s so fucking sexy. Listening to you moan as you take this plug into your snug little ass.”

I pant as you push in more, the stinging pain turning into sweet pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good. So forbidden. So right. And the way you talk to me as you pleasure my body only makes me crave more.

“Oh God…” It’s so good I can’t decide if I needed to push against the toy to take more or press my clit to the edge of the table to make myself come. “Please…”

“Please what, baby? You want more? You want me to make you come?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes. Both. Please.” I whimper as your other hand slides down to my pussy, your fingers sliding over my sodden slit to toy lightly with my clit. Brushing so softly I barely feel it. “Please…”

“Not yet. I’ll make you come when you take all of this toy.”

You push a little harder and I hiss as the pleasure burns brighter, edging more toward pain.

“Uhhh. Please I need…” I groan as three of your fingers slide into my pussy, my body feels so full, so tight. You thrust your fingers deep, your thumb rubbing insistently over my clit. “Oh… Fuck…”

“You feel so good. So tight. I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard. Make you come so hard, baby. You want that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Take the rest of this toy, sweetheart. Push against it. Let it fill up that tight little ass and I’ll fuck you and make you come until you can’t come anymore.”

I moan, rocking against your hand, your fingers thrust harder, deeper. “Yes.”

“Just a little more, baby. Take just a little more.”

I arch, pushing back hard against your hand, my breathing harsh as it burns, the toy finally pushing all the way inside me. “Oh, fuck, that’s…”

“Fuck.” I hear you hiss out as the fat plug finally slides all the way in, lodging deeply inside. Your fingers slip from me, and I barely have time to whimper in protest before your cock plunges balls deep into my waiting pussy with a single masterful drive of your hips, your thumb pressing the toy tighter against my ass as you pound into me hard, your powerful rhythm driving me to the brink of orgasm. Each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The pleasure so exquisite, so sharp, it scorches my body, my skin flushing with a fine sheen of perspiration as our bodies move together in sync. I lift into you, wanting more, and your thrusts become erratic. You lean over me, one hand closing over my restrained ones, pressing your chest to my back, your body closing in around mine, forming a protective cocoon of pleasure around me, your breathing harsh against my ear as your other hand finds my clit, your fingers teasing, pressing against it, slapping it lightly as I cry out from the pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight. So wet. Come for me, darlin’. Come all over my cock.”

Pleasure splinters through me, my body tensing against you as I come so hard, so long and so fast I gasp, shuddering and shaking beneath you, my pussy squeezing tightly around you in a ripple of climax.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Yes.” You push up, your hands moving down to grip my hips tightly for the last of your brutal thrusts, until finally I feel you come deep inside me, roaring out my name.