My Bondage Slave!

I’m a patient man. The trip took 43 minutes. I timed it from the moment the door latched shut. The elevator lazily climbed towards the 65th floor and snaked its way back down. I wanted coffee. It had been a long afternoon, and my work was only half done. It was break time.  I lined up at the café and waited for my coffee before sitting down beside a rain streaked window. It was a piercingly cold day and my trench coat was fully done up.  I smiled out the window for no one realized what was beneath this coat. It was amusing what could be kept hidden by mere appearances. My reflection was the only thing that smiled back. Few things were noticed in such a busy city.  Having finished my coffee I began the trek back to my work passing by a street florist. He was a lazy and fat man and he’d forgotten to take the thorns off the roses. I argued with him over the price, he offered to trim one and I refused but bought it anyway. The transaction complete I continued on, mildly irritated. It was uneventful, the elevator had several people on the way up – but they disembarked one by one the higher we went up.

I was now alone. I stepped out of the elevator and headed to my room, carefully sliding my security card into the key slot and slowly opening the door.  My Work, my Bondage Slave was where I’d left it, in the middle of the room facing the door tightly strapped to one of the metal chairs by her hands and legs with a thin bondage rope.  She couldn’t move. Nor, I suspect would she, having being told not to. She was surprisingly obedient despite her ferocious attitude. Her legs were spread open revealing her hairless pussy. She had a perfect cunt. It was tight and young. Inviting lips that were still taut and ready to seductively caress. My cock twitched with the thought and I pushed it out of my mind. It was not the time for that. Yet!!

The wand was where I’d left it. Strapped to her thigh and pressing against her exposed clit. She moved cocking her head in an unspoken question. She must have felt the breeze of the door being opened. For there was no way she could see or hear me enter with her blindfold and blocked ears. I smiled and flicked the switch back on. The wand throbbed to life, the intense vibration rubbing against her clit and she tried to squeeze her legs shut. She failed, miserably. She let slip a little gasp and her tits trembled from the effort. Her breathing increased and her tits lunged forward and back hypnotically beckoning me to them. Arching forwards she threw her head back and exposed the leather bondage collar that I found on qwant around her neck, marking her as mine.

I carefully undid the buttons of my trench coat and let it fall to the floor. My body smelt of leather from the harness around my chest. The metal ID tag naming me as master, felt cool on my skin. I walked towards my work, lifted her chin up and kissed her. The afternoon was about to beginHer lips against mine was electric. I slowly traced the rose stem against the side of her chest, ensuring that the thorns dug into her skin. She reacted by biting my lip. I pulled away and dropped the rose– maybe she wasn’t so obedient after all.

 

The Bondage Slave Photo
The Bondage Slave

 

 

I pushed the chair back and her body tensed with fear as she struggled to regain her balance. It was no use though – she was tied tightly to the chair. It was feeding time for my bondage slave. I pulled her chair forward, the wand still vibrating against her clit and leaned the chair against my body. Her face was buried in my crotch. I pulled down my leather jock and my thick cock pressed against her cheek. I squeezed her cheeks tightly with a hand and she opened her mouth. I wasted no time, balancing the chair with one hand I pulled her head over my dick with the other. She choked and her body trembled as she gagged. I pulled her off my dick, her saliva coating it with a glistening residue. She licked her lips and struggled against her sex restraints again.  I adjusted the body wand, increasing its speed and she stopped struggling. Pulling her again over my cock I felt the constriction as it went deep down her throat, her throat muscles contracting against the thickness of my cock. I stroked her neck and squeezed, I could feel my cock in her throat. It was a pleasant feeling. I held my pose and moved her chair back and forth forcing her to take it as she gurgled, gagged and moaned. Her body twitching against my cock in her throat and the intense vibrations on her clit – I could tell she was happy. I could tell she was close.

Her breathing had increased, and her moans were vibrating around my dick. I wanted her to come with my cock down her throat. I released my grip on her head and reached down to her pussy – I turned down the wand again to a soft buzz and started tracing my finger against her wetness, she shuddered at the touch and gurgled some more. One finger went in, followed by another, she strained again against the restraints her hunger and desperation increased and was mimicked by her renewed interest in my cock. I slid my wet fingers inside her cunt, slowly. She was still warm, it had been a long afternoon. Then I threw caution to the wind and finger fucked her hard and fast – making sure I lifted one finger for her g-spot which I knew she loved. It didn’t take long.  Her body started pulsing, her pussy tried to clamp down on my fingers and saliva was starting to drip down my balls as she rapidly started losing control of her body. It came quickly. It started with a strangled cry and she let out a loud prolonged moan and took my cock to the hilt and held onto it like a life raft. Her whole body trembled as she came and her throat, pulsing as she gasped for air, almost caused me to lose my game. She flopped within her bondage chair as the powerful shudders swept over her. Her saliva swept down my cock and dribbled from her mouth as the shudders left her almost paralyzed.

It took a while to pass and as the shudders drew to a close, she released her life grip on my cock and I pushed her chair back to the ground and turned off the wand. Her chest heaving I traced my wet fingers around her nipples, I lent down and kissed them, licking up the residue I’d left behind. I took off her blindfold and ear blocks, and rammed my fingers down her throat. I took her blindfold off and she looked carefully into my eyes as I said, ‘Now for round two.’

She was already panting but I wasn’t finished. She was getting more. I quickly pulled loose the bondage knots that bound the chair, and she collapsed forward. She was much smaller than my 6 foot three frame, barely coming up to my chest. She was easy to carry to over to the bed. Almost too easy.  I fell on her, concealing her frame as we kissed.  Pinning her arms above her head as she squirmed, arching her tits against my chest. She was as insatiable as I.  Pretty soon her kisses became more intense as arousal overtook her body’s fatigue and I released her arms allowing her to explore my body.   She was ready once again.

Our tongues swirling as her nails dug fiercely into my back as she gripped my leather chest harness. The pain intensified my hunger.  I traced a tongue from her lips and down to her neck my hand groping her breast and my other hand tracing small circles on her inner thigh. She scratched her nails down the middle of my back – she knew I hated that. The movement annoyed me and I grabbed her wrists and used the ropes dangling from her wrists to tie her to the headboard.

She lay there – still and unsure – watching me. I gave her a smile, as I crouched down, biting her neck and ear. My hands focus was on her thigh, teasingly circling and causing her to squirm like a mermaid out of water. I gripped her cunt and swirled my thumb around her clit in short circular motions as I took one of her breasts into my mouth suckling fiercely.   She barely had time to squirm before her legs opened wider and I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, my thumb continuing to circle slowly.   I sucked her tit, my teeth wrapping around her hardening nipple as I alternated between biting and sweeping circles with my tongue. She arched into me again and I moved lower. Her wet pussy was in front of my face, her clit exposed and devoid of its hood and I went to work. Using long broad strokes of my tongue I caressed her inner thigh, edging with each stroke closer to the prize until at last I arrived and was rewarded with a long moan. I reached up, as I tongued her clit, and held her down by holding onto her tits. My tongue strokes became longer as I continued to lick her clit, down one side and up the other. Her taste was in my mouth and I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me – smothering my face with her juicy cunt – warmth enveloped me. I knew what she liked – and I worked her clit with my tongue. She continued to moan and her muscles started to tense – with her heavy breathing I knew she was close again. I stroked her a few more times until she was just on the edge. Then I stopped. Her pleasure was my control. And I wasn’t ready!!!

 

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