Hope

Pure bliss. That was the best way to describe how I was feeling right now; the first opportunity I had to combine everything I had at my disposal was even better than I imagined it would be. The rope, the clamps, the vibrator, the plug, the blindfold, the gag, the headphones and earplugs, and the cuffs. It was the most helpless I had managed to make myself feel. Of course, the key was within reach, but it would still take some time after releasing my wrists to untie the rope binding my legs in a frog tie, and the rope holding my legs spread open tied to the bed frame.

I had debated on whether to set the vibrator to the same random setting I had used the first time I cuffed myself to the bed, but I felt that keeping myself on edge would be a better option. As frustrating as it was, it helped prolong the session without overstimulating me. My mind was empty of worries as I allowed myself to feel every sensation running through my body. The ache from the bondage on my legs, the clamps on my nipples, and the delicious teasing sensation on my clit from the vibrator. There was nothing to see or to hear and I was trapped inside my mind, focusing and processing everything I could feel.

My concentration faltered as I thought I felt the bed shift, but before I could process the immediate reaction of worry, I felt fingers trace against my body and I couldn't help but jump at the unexpected sensation. I moaned in response to the touch, Ivy must have read my note and reacted positively. Someone else might have walked in with her, but judging by her tender touch, I assumed it was her, of course, there was no way of knowing for sure, and that little niggle stuck in my head, strangely feeding my arousal further. The idea that it was someone I didn't know who came in to have their way with my body and then left me when they were done both petrified and excited me enormously.

Ivy was in no rush as she traced her fingers tantalisingly along my body. Her touch felt like an electric current travelling slowly across my skin, and I arched my body towards her touch. I yearned for more, but she was in control, driving me insane with lust as she enjoyed my body at her own pace. As I grew accustomed to the sensation of her touch, I felt Ivy tug on the nipple clamps and pull them, stretching my nipples. The sharp pain shot through me and it felt amazing. I was at her mercy, anticipating her next move and I loved not knowing what would come next.

My position shifted again as I felt something press down either side of my head. I felt something soft and wet press against my face, and as soon as I realised Ivy was straddling my face, I reached forward with my head. For the first time, I resented wearing the ball gag preventing me from reaching out with my tongue to taste her. Her scent was enticing, and I breathed it in as she lowered herself and lightly smothered my nose. I affectionately moved my head, trying to caress her clit with my nose, and when she lifted herself off of me, I reached forward wanting more.

When Ivy pressed her full weight on my face, she pulled hard on the nipple clamps and I gasped but there was no air to breathe. Instead, I inhaled her scent in full once again, panicking for a second before she lifted herself and I took a deep breath before she came down again, holding a bit longer as she rubbed her pussy against my face. She got up again and reached down to turn the vibrator up a notch.

Unexpectedly, I felt her teeth against my neck, starting with light nibbling before she bit down hard on my flesh. The pain shot through me like an electric shock and my muffled moan of pleasure revealed just how much I had enjoyed the sensation. It occurred to me that I'd made myself a toy for her to play with which was an idea that I very much enjoyed the sound of.

The clamps were taken off my nipples bringing with it a sharper ache as the blood rushed back, Ivy pinched down on them. The pain was intense, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath and it was enough to push me over the edge even with the still low setting for the vibrations. Was I about to orgasm from the pain?

That question was answered almost immediately as Ivy bit my nipples, the pain sending shockwaves through my body and pushing me over the edge. My back arched towards the ceiling as my body reacted to the pleasure surging through my entire being and I held my breath the whole time. Feeling like I was about to black out, I took a deep breath in and tried to gather the few senses I had remaining, but Ivy then turned the vibrator up to the highest setting.

My pussy grew more sensitive from the onslaught and the intense vibrations made it hard for me to collect my thoughts. The sheer power of the vibrator overwhelmed my mind, and I cried out as Ivy put the clamps back onto my sensitive nipples. Almost as if it was too soon, I felt the pressure growing to a crescendo as another orgasm left me clenching my fists and biting down on the gag. I felt my eyes roll back into my skull under the blindfold and I was drooling profusely through the gag.

Thankfully, Ivy mercifully changed the vibrator to the lowest setting again and I panted as I recovered. My body was trembling, unable to anticipate what would come next as I had a chance to catch my breath. I didn't realise how much my jaw was aching until I felt the gag being removed by Ivy. I moved my jaw, trying to remove the ache and Ivy used the opportunity to rub my drool into my face. Ivy then straddled my face again, and this time when I felt her press her weight down on my face, I stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with her taste.

There was no indication of how well I was doing with my tongue since I couldn't hear if she was making any moans of appreciation, or see her face. I must have been doing satisfactorily since Ivy remained smothering my face as she leaned down and started roughly groping and slapping my breasts. Ivy gripped hold of my breasts as she rode my face, using it to get off. As she got close to her own release, she gripped harder and I doubled my efforts with my tongue until I was rewarded by the sound of her crying out in pleasure.

Ivy climbed off of me and gently removed one side of my headphones before whispering in my ear.

"Thank you for that, Hope. I'm going to have a long bath, I think I'll leave you like this for a moment."

I couldn't help but smile, riding a high from Ivy's involvement and enjoying a little longer in bondage while Ivy enjoyed a bath. The only thing that would have made this moment better would be if I could see her as she bathed herself. God, I was such a perv.

Ivy returned sometime later while I was in a very relaxed state. I was still entirely sated and enjoying the comedown. Her touch was so soft as she removed the rope that I'd bound myself with, the clamps, the gag, and finally the blindfold. I blinked as I adjusted to the light, and Ivy helped me up, leading me to a warm bath with one of her bath bombs. Sheepishly, I removed the plug still buried in my ass carefully and set it in the sink before she assisted me in getting into the bath. I didn't know why, but my whole body was shaking, and the relief I felt when I got in was palpable.

I murmured something quiet and unintelligible, appreciating Ivy's attention as she gently cleaned me with a sponge. I suddenly felt so drained, and although I was still so happy that Ivy accepted my invitation to play with me, I just wanted to collapse into bed. Ivy seemed to realise this and helped me out of the bath, supporting me as I stumbled to bed. She cleared the toys off of the bed and tucked me in.

"Thank you."

I breathed in hushed tones, exhausted. Ivy's face leaning in to kiss my forehead was the last thing I saw before I welcomed the blissful embrace of sleep.

I woke up groggily to the smell of a McDonald's breakfast. Ivy had ordered us both a sausage and egg McMuffin, and I wolfed it down, not realising just how hungry I felt.

"How do you feel?"

Ivy asked, her face full of concern. I hoped this reaction wouldn't prevent her from joining me for play again.

"I feel okay, this breakfast is helping, thank you!"

We spoke over food as I assured her that she wasn't responsible for my sudden crash last night, if anything, the bath she ran for me, and the breakfast this morning had ensured that it hadn't been a hell of a lot worse. While researching personal stories online, I discovered about sub-drop and how it affects one's body. Thankfully, this episode wasn't as bad as it could have been, and I explained to Ivy how she treated me immediately after the session helped with that.

"Hope, I want you to know why I didn't react upon the first night I found you tied up and we played. It had nothing to do with you, you see, I recently just broke up with someone. We hadn't been together long, just a month in fact, but it had been intense."

That explained why Ivy had been so reluctant the day after. With her inhibitions lowered on that Friday night, and because she had been in a mood, I had been the perfect little gift for her to distract herself with when she came home and found me tied up. The day after, she must have been wrestling with her emotions and guilt of playing with me while she still had feelings for someone else.

"It's okay, Ivy. I don't need you to love me. I'm more than grateful enough for what you have done with me already. You can't imagine how nervous and excited I was to try this out, and that moment when I first realised I had been caught, it felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me. Your support ever since has been my safety net and it has allowed me to explore more and find out more about myself. I meant what I wrote in that note, if you want to play with me, I'm here ready to be your toy."

Ivy smiled warmly and pulled me in for an embrace and we both shed a happy tear lost in the moment. It was clear she felt much more at ease now that I had cleared up that I didn't expect a relationship with her, I liked Ivy a lot but I wasn't looking for romance right now, I was more than happy exploring my sexuality without commitment in an environment and at a pace that I was comfortable with. As we spoke some more, Ivy revealed the person with whom she had an intense, but brief, relationship.

"Beatrice?!" I exclaimed in disbelief. Sure, she was pretty and had a great body, but she seemed to have a terrible personality.

"She was different at first; a bit less sure of herself and sweet. I quickly fell in love with her, only to see her care more about what people thought about her than our growing relationship. Despite her rich background, we had a lot in common and we were so good with each other in bed, if you don't mind me saying. The sex was amazing; both of us wanted to be in control and it was almost primal in the way we acted with our desires."

I struggled to see Beatrice anything other than the snobby little brat I'd seen her act like, but the picture Ivy painted of her was very different.

A little later that afternoon after lunch, I felt miles better and teased Ivy every opportunity I got, looking to get a reaction out of her. She had been listening to a podcast before I started poking her and playing with the controls on her phone. Thankfully, she determined I was playing, and lightly threatened me with repercussions if I continued. Her warning only enticed me to poke her further.

"That's it Hope, hands out."

Ivy's tone shifted and it ran with an authority I didn't know she had in her. I smiled at her change of demeanour, obeying her command as she used my cuffs to cuff my hands in front of me. She reached for my nipple clamps and ball gag and placed them upon me.

"This way."

Ivy held the clamps up with her finger and lightly tugged for me to follow her to the kitchen area of our room. The dishes were still there from the night before since we both detested washing up. Normally we would do rock, paper, scissors or something similar to determine who was lumbered with the chores, but with this sudden power shift, I could see that I would be doing much more in the future, and I'd probably end up enjoying doing them.

I clumsily reached for the sponge and struggled to clean the plates with my hands cuffed together. In between my legs, I could feel the wetness slowly leak, safe to say this was the first time I had been aroused while washing up. A moan escaped my lips as Ivy's hands traced over my body, sensually teasing me and making me long for more. For a moment, I stopped washing up as I enjoyed her attention, but a quick tug on the nipples got me working again. After rushing the next plate, Ivy picked it up to inspect it and noticed that there was still a little dirt.

"Do it again, Hope."

Ivy slapped my ass on both cheeks as a muffled cry escaped my lips. The pain was delicious as her hand slapped my bare ass, and I was almost tempted to miss another bit of dirt on the plate to earn some more slaps. How many times could I repeat that before Ivy realised I did it just to earn more slaps?

To make things more distracting, Ivy started playing with my nipples and stroking my clit as I continued washing. It became harder to focus on the task at hand from her attention and she knew it, teasing me before tugging on the clamp or slapping my ass to make me focus again.

By the time I finally finished washing the dishes, Ivy had successfully kept me on edge for several minutes, drool dripped down my chin, and my eyes were glazed over. I followed her as she lightly tugged me by the nipple clamps, realising that in this kind of headspace, I was completely pliable to her desires. She sat on the armchair, spreading her legs and motioning for me to come closer. She pulled me in so that my face was smothered by her sex, telling me to appreciate her scent as I breathed it in like it was the very oxygen I needed to live. Ivy may have been new to this, but it seemed she was a natural with finding the right things to say to help me regress further into my submission. I did just as she said, pushed my face deep in between her legs and inhaled with my nose, savouring her scent. The longer I spent inhaling her scent, the more desperate I was to please her with my tongue, but another five minutes passed before Ivy removed the ballgag to allow me the privilege.

"There you go, Hope. I can see you're desperate for it."

Eagerly, I traced my tongue across her slit, eagerly lapping it up as I looked up at her with my face buried in her pussy. Ivy encouraged me, patting me on the head and stroking my hair to commend how good I was with my tongue, that was until she got close. At this point, she gripped hold of a fistful of my hair, and pushed me in further, rubbing herself over my face in a frantic effort to push herself over the edge. I couldn't peel my gaze away from her beautiful face as the pleasure she felt was etched all over it for me to see the results of my efforts.

"Good girl, Hope."

Ivy tenderly stroked my head for a moment, allowing me to rest with my head between her legs while she looked something up on her phone. She teased me, showing the screen that she was looking at rope tutorials, and she found one to try without showing me.

"On all fours, Hope."

Ivy smiled, grabbing the length of rope from my bedside table. I went down on all fours in front of the sofa and Ivy helped manoeuvre me so that I was supporting my weight on my elbows and knees. She then used the rope clumsily to tie my wrists to my arms and my ankles to the back of my thighs. She retrieved my plug and my vibrator, liberally applying lubricant before easing it into my ass. It was definitely slipping in a lot easier now, I was going to have to purchase a slightly bigger plug. She then ran the rope in between my legs to hold in the remote vibrator and the plug before creating a harness to squeeze my breasts a little.

With the remote in hand, Ivy positioned me facing to the side of the room near the armchair, where she sat and put her feet on my back to use me as a footrest. Switching on the television, she turned the vibrator on and threw her panties on the floor for me to pick up and hold with my mouth. I felt completely overwhelmed with joy as she teased me with the vibrator while making use of me, this was exactly what I desired. I could only hope that Ivy continued this journey with me, and I wondered how further I could push myself in my submission.