I’m hog tied, lying on my stomach on our sprawling bed. The soft, teal blanket I adore is spread out under me, tickling my exposed flesh. The ropes are just loose enough that my thighs lay flat, but you’ve roped my neck, so that if I bend my head any farther forward, I’ll choke. I’m currently whimpering, tiny tears budding at the corners of my eyes. My ass and the backs of my thighs are a stinging, angry red from the spanking you’ve given me. Your hand ought to hurt by now with as many slaps to my skin you’ve dealt.
You’re standing in front of me at the edge of the bed, your cock straining almost painfully toward my mouth. I’m not sure if you’re going to make me suck you off or what, but you appear to be proud of your work so far. I’m not wondering for very long which direction you plan on taking this as you take my long hair in hand and guide my head toward your cock. The rope pulls tight against my neck as I inhale your scent. Musk and sweat graces my nostrils. You take your other hand and force my jaw open, despite hearing the increased labor of my breathing. I shake my head in protest and make a few sounds, but they’re soon muffled as your cock enters my moist hole.
I gag instantly and you still, letting me adjust – a small kindness. I’ve only managed a few inches, but I’ve given in to the inevitable and close my lips around your shaft, creating a vacuum as I begin to suck. You take this as your signal to continue, your hips moving slowly forward and back, trying not to buck, testing my gag reflex. Your hand curls into a fist in my hair, plunging a bit deeper, pulling my face to meet your hips. You slowly fuck my mouth as drool runs down my chin. I find myself enjoying the sounds of passion that escape your lips, a moan here, a gasp of pain as my teeth accidentally scratch your shaft. All of it is erotic and it’s making me so wet.
I want you to fuck my pussy, but you continue to fuck my face until your sack tightens with impending release. You know how much I loathe the taste of cum though, and being ever the gentleman, pull out in enough time to spill your seed across my face and in my hair.
You’re gasping after your orgasm, petting my now knotted hair gently in appreciation. “Good girl,” you coo and grab one of my favorite toys. You lube it generously and move around to the other side of the bed, crawling up behind me. You spread my thighs as far apart as the ropes will allow. Gently, you rub my puckered entrance with a lubed up finger. I cry out in surprise at the chill of the lube, despite knowing what you had intended to do, but soon I’m moaning and drooling as you continue to tease me, easing your large digit in to my sphincter. I gasp at the intrusion and attempt to rock back against your finger, demanding you push deeper. One knuckle, two, your forefinger is seated to the hilt in my tight ass. You move it gently to stretch my hole to your satisfaction. The toy you’ve selected is a butt plug, slightly bigger than the width of your finger, a bullet vibe looped through a hole at the end. You pull your finger back and begin to push the plug inside me.