When all the hard
rules and safe words are sorted and I’ve explained what I’ve learned about BDSM,
I tie her up in an elaborate knot I researched online.
“God, I could come
just looking at you.”
“Yes please,
master.” She nods.
Her absolute
submission almost has me undone.
With her arms
bound back, it forces her breasts out and up. Her legs are pulled apart and
tightly, but not uncomfortably, bound. I groan as her wet pussy opens up to me.
Then I reach for the feather and slowly torture the woman I’ve miraculously won
back.
“I can’t anymore,”
she pleads.
I don’t relinquish
as she hasn’t used the safe word.
When her body shudders,
and I stroke her clit with the edge of the feather for the dozenth time, I know
she’s coming. I drop it and plunge my hard, throbbing, latex-covered cock into
her.
“Yessssss.”
She hisses as I
thrust into her again. My cock has never reached this depth inside of her, and
I love it.
I bang her harder
as she pleads and begs for more. Her tits bounce against my torso, only adding
to my desire.
“I’m coming.” She