One of my favorite sights is my girlfriend, Lucy, tied to our bed with her body spread out before me. She gets more and more aroused as she waits for me to finally give in to my horniness and fuck her. She pretends to squirm, but really she s the one who got us started in our bondage play, presenting me with a set of metal handcuffs. At first, I d thought it was a joke, part of an old Halloween costume or something, but when I grabbed her wrists between my hands, she moaned in a way that told me she was serious.
We ve since progressed to all kinds of restraints, from scarves, to rope, to more elaborate cuffs. The other night was a typical one for us. After dinner, she took a bath, emerging totally naked, with her skin shaved and smooth. I was on the computer, pretending to do some work, but really thinking about her beautiful body. She came up behind me and put her arms around me, making sure I had a great view of her wrists. I pretended to nip at them with my teeth, finally capturing them in my large hands. I m a former football player, tall, thick and muscular, and she s extremely petite, about five feet tall and maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet. Somehow, though, our disparate sizes complement each other or, as she likes to say, all the better to have you top me.
She loves not being able to move, and because I know how much she likes it, I get more into it. On this night, she eagerly gave herself to me, positioning herself across our bed on her back so I could tie our favorite soft black rope around her wrists. I tested the knots to ensure that she couldn t move and checked that there was enough room between the rope and her skin by inserting my pinkie between them. Satisfied, I looked down when I was done to see the sight that always makes my cock rock hard. The way she looked, tied up, helpless and completely open to me, was priceless. Her breasts, perky and perfectly round, rose upward on her chest with each excited breath she took, and her pussy was dripping with anticipation.
Sometimes I also secure her legs, but this time I decided to let them be. I began kissing her, then ran my tongue over her exposed inner arm, kissing and licking my way up until I reached her armpit. I only lingered at that delicate juncture for a moment, enough to make her laugh and squirm, before turning her over onto her stomach. Close your eyes, I ordered, not wanting her to know what I was about to do next.
Our friends had given us a set of candles for our anniversary last month, but we d only lit them once. I had a better idea of how to put them to good use by drizzling their melted wax onto her backside! Are you sure they re closed? I asked, rolling her to the side to check, then kissing her pretty lips. With her hands above her head, snugly wrapped in rope, her whole body was at my disposal. I took a small red candle and lit it. I cupped my hand around the flame as I walked back to the bed, where her pert upturned ass awaited me.
Are you ready? I whispered, even though I knew she didn t know exactly what to be ready for. I could tell that she was eager for whatever delights I had in store for her.
Lucy emitted sweet little sighs as she writhed before me, knowing there was plenty of fun coming her way. Yes, give it to me, she said, her voice betraying her arousal. I held the candle in my left hand, slipping the fingers of my right between her legs as I prepared to decorate her back. As I slowly poured the red wax onto her skin, I simultaneously dipped two fingers into her slit. The dual assault had her moaning from its intensity. She thrust her hips upward, and I watched as the wax made a trail from her lower back down toward her ass.
How do you like that, Lucy? I asked as I poured even more, letting the candle dip lower so she could feel the heat of the wax while I added a third finger to her pussy. Touching her like this was making my cock even stiffer. I guess you like it, I said, chuckling to myself as she spasmed against my fingers, clearly on her way to orgasm. I proceeded to paint her from her shoulders, along her back, and then her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs, continuing until the candle was a short stub. I blew out the flame and looked at the pretty wax designs I d created on her skin. You’re so well behaved, I praised her. Good girl.
I turned her over so I could look at her flushed face and beaded nipples, all the while keeping my fingers inside her. I toyed with her damp lips, sending tremors through her body. I pulled my fingers out and reinserted just one, curling it upward in search of her G spot. She bucked her hips against my hand, urging me on, but I teased her, knowing she could do nothing but accept my touch. I pulled out and gently stroked her clit, before plunging back inside. She was like a toy I could wind up and watch as she vibrated under my hand.
Lick me, please, Rick, she begged, knowing that I held the power to grant her wish or continue teasing her. Wanting to prolong her pleasure, I pulled my fingers out of her and lightly trailed them down her legs, then back up, taking a guided tour of her entire body. Then, moving to the area just above her clitoris, I dragged my tongue all around her hardening button without touching it directly.
She pleaded with me to stop teasing her and suck on her dripping pussy. Finally I had mercy on her and pressed my tongue right up against her sopping folds, knowing that I d soon be sliding my hard dick right into that same spot. I lapped at her cunt for a little while longer, until she was begging to be fucked, literally and figuratively. Her wetness was oozing onto my tongue, and her verbal pleas were getting louder and louder.
I rose from her sweet pussy, my face covered with her juices, and climbed on top of her. I pressed my cock into her while reaching up to hold hands with her as best I could, stretching her bound arms upward as I pressed into her. I rocked back and forth, filling her with my length, then pulling back as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. Lucy threw her unbound legs around my waist and pulled me deep inside. The way her pussy was tightening around me was pushing me toward orgasm, but I wasn t quite ready yet. I pulled out and, holding my cock, rubbed the slippery, round head against her slit. If she weren t tied up, she d surely have reached for my dick and tried to get me to once again push it inside her, but all Lucy could do was try to coax me back into her dewy center by arching her hips and squeezing me with her legs.
I don t know, maybe I should wait and fuck you tomorrow, I said, teasing her by holding her legs apart. She wriggled, and I could feel her tighten and release her pussy muscles as she struggled in vain to coax me inside. However, as much as I love to see her arousal build, I m not inhuman, and I finally had to plunge back inside her. I balanced her ankles on my shoulders, sinking deep inside her warm center as she simply lay there and enjoyed the feel of my cock ramming into her over and over again. What do you want? I growled before I lost my ability to talk entirely as she clamped down around me.
Your come, she said, her words triggering exactly that. I spurted practically on command, my image of myself as her dominant master giving way to the reality of our relationship that I m just as much her sex slave as she is mine. As my semen flooded her pussy, she too shuddered uncontrollably her climax enhanced by the ropes coiled around her wrists. When her orgasm subsided, I kissed her all over, then undid the knots, dropping the rope next to us. She let me massage her tender skin, then picked up our beloved rope and held it in her hands. Before I knew it, she was testing out her knotwork on me. I just want to see what it would be like. Maybe next time we can try something new, with me holding the reins, she said with a sparkle in her eye. When that happens, I m sure I ll have another letter to share with you.
Mr. Rick S., Staten Island, New York