Silky bondage (part 2)

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She’s lying there, naked, with a fully dressed man straddled on top of her. He had just tied her arms to the headboard above the her head with silk scarves, not too tight, but leaving her unable to reach for him.

She longs to reach for him. To pull his head toward her to allow for a kiss.

Does he want to kiss me, she wonders while watching his face.

He in the meantime is checking the knots he secured on her wrists with the scarves. Then, he glides himself backwards until he straddles her knees, and looks at her.

 

She can feel his eyes wander over her hills and valleys. Involuntarily, she bites her lip before reminding herself that she can’t touch her face or use lip balm. Not like this, bound to the headboard of his bed.

Watching him absorb her gives her goosebumps. His eyes take in her breasts which cause her nipples to harden, and she clenches her mid section in anticipation of what’s to come next

Then she notices him smile at her.

“Patience,” he reassures her. “Let yourself feel.”

She smiles at him and nods her head.

“Okay,” she whispers, thankful that he is not rushed, or frantic. He seems to enjoy taking his time with her.

He places his hands on the mattress beside her head and bends his body over her, bringing his face close to her own. They stare at each other for a moment, until he begins to move again. His lips grace her lips briefly before journeying toward the nape of her neck, and on to her breasts.

She wants his tongue in her mouth. A deep, passionate kiss to get things started.

But he has other plans. She could feel his tongue tasting her as he played with her breasts and nipples.

She felt herself slip into a state of erotic euphoria.

She had spent some time in recent months reading stories of people who live in a D/s dynamic. They introduced her to the term subspace. Kind of like she was feeling right now, minus the pain. She knew there would be no pain. It’s not something either of them desire.

She wondered if this experience, being tied to a bed by a man she coveted in more ways than one, is allowing her to experience this phenomenon of submission, and dominance. Feeling helpless but trusting that whatever happens from here on in will be a mutually satisfying experience.

She never thought about fetishes before. Is this what has become of her? Years of disillusion about sexual matters, resulting in an appetite for kink?

This light, silky bondage is an experience she had dared to dream about for some time, but never expected to have fulfilled. She didn’t really know any men who would want to explore and play in this way. Or whom she trusted to be with in that way.

Until him.

She worried a little about him. He may be much more experienced in sexual play than she is, but she was pretty sure he had never coupled with a inexperienced, submissive woman like her before.

Until now.

Tied up left her feeling helpless, a state she desired, and consented to. She wasn’t completely immobile, but she couldn’t touch him, reach for him. She suddenly longed to give back somehow, to take his cock into her mouth, to swallow him whole.

But she couldn’t do that now. Right now, she was tied up and being caressed and licked by her lover who was in control of coaxing sensations out of her.

Returning her thoughts back to the present, she felt him take her nipple into his mouth. Gently he rolled his tongue around the hard little bump, licking and sucking.

Then he switched to the other side.

She let her body relax and enjoy the sensations.

I trust him, she reminded herself again. She decided drop her insecurities, forget about her hangups, and overlook her shyness. They had talked about this in the past.

“No inhibitions with me,” he had told her on more than one occasion.

She understood this now.

He was in charge. She consented to it, desired it. Seems he finally succumbed to the curiosity and temptation to explore the kind of light bondage that came with the act of submission. Her submission to him. And his dominance over her.

She wondered what came next as he licked his way down toward her pussy. He was in no hurry, but seemed focused and determined to get her worked up. His lips, and tongue, traced her inner thighs and, with both hands, he spread her legs apart and hovered directly over her smooth, shaved mons.

Sensing his breath on her pussy, she longed for his tongue to separate her lips.

But he didn’t kiss her there.

“Patience,” he repeated as he reached for the remaining scarves and began tying them them to her ankles.

 

To be continued…

Read the first two parts of this story here:

 

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