Letting Him Tie Me Up

I am his Domme, so letting him tie me up is not our norm.

Most days, I dominate him financially. He pays for things and I praise him. He loves that. But on Wednesdays, it’s about sex. He looks forward to it all week. We do all sorts of things. Sometimes I make him pick a man for me to fuck, and we fuck on top of him. Of course, I always make him clean up. Sometimes I fuck him, challenging him not to cum. Riding him until he loses his shit and I dismount to let him cum into the air. He likes to serve me. Tonight, I decided to do something new. It was his birthday and letting him tie me up was one of the many options he could choose from, but he didn’t know that yet.

He had no idea that I would let him tie me up.

I checked to see that I had the little black envelope with his name on it.
“Here,” I said and handed him the envelope. “Open it, it’s for your birthday.”
He opened it and looked confused. Inside was a small card I got at a sex shop with a BDSM cartoon on it. Inside it simply said, “Hammer.”
“What’s this? An IOU for a tool?” he asked. I smiled, waiting for him to realize what it meant. Then his face changed. “Really?”
“It is your birthday, and I do need a safe word.”
“I can do anything?”
“Up until I say the word. But yeah. Do your worst. Have any ideas?”
“Anything?” he asked again in disbelief.
“Anything.”
Suddenly, he was nervous. He was quiet for a moment as his brain registered this new dynamic. Soon, he got to work gathering rope as I relaxed on the bed.
“You want to tie me up?” I asked. He nodded. I liked that he wanted control this time, and I liked the idea of letting him tie me up.

Before long, he had gathered all of the gear he needed.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Lay down and be a good slut,” he replied, surprising me.
He folded my legs just so and bound my lower legs to my thighs, then gently wrapped the rope crisscross around my tits. Finally, he bound my arms together from the elbow to my wrists.
“Where did you learn this?” I asked, feeling a little more claustrophobic than I’d like to be. It’s not that I couldn’t move, but for the first time, I felt super vulnerable and truly out of control.
“How do you feel?” he asked. I swallowed hard.
“I’m okay,” I replied, a bit tensely. He ran his fingers through my hair and we looked each other in the eyes. He has such sexy eyes. His fingers danced across my clit, and I breathed a lusty sigh of relief. I relaxed a little as he rubbed my clit. We kissed as he played with my body.

He rolled me up on my knees with my head on the bed— letting him tie me up was a good idea.

His tongue explored my pussy, tongue-fucking me over and over as he tickled my clit. I came so close to orgasm as he played with me, edging me from behind. I tried hard to cum, but he knew me too well. The last time, I almost came, but he pulled away at just the last second.
“I need it, baby. Please give it to me,” I begged as my pussy pulsed. I was panting, half out of my mind when he came to sit in front of me. His cock stood straight up. Letting him tie me up was a good idea.
“Suck it,” he demanded.
I bobbed on his cock as I balanced on my elbows, my hands on both sides of his cock. A second later, his cock pulsed and shot his load right down my throat. I relaxed my mouth and took it.

He then grabbed my hips, spun me around, and started fucking me. My toes curled and my feet writhed as I struggled against the ropes. Then, I suddenly relented, he was now in complete control. I was at his mercy. He reached around to play with my clit and I squirted cum like never before. My cunt pulsed with joy, juices dripped down my legs. My whole body shivered and shook. Letting him tie me up left me breathless.

When I’m not letting him tie me up, I’m sometimes banging the bride on her wedding day. Read all about it in my last blog.

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