You promised me a night to remember,
if I would just let you tie me up.
When the knots were done,
you smiled as you slipped off your panties
and sat down beside me.
You slid one hand down my body,
the fingers of the other were in my hair.
My skin tingled under your touch.
Our eyes were locked,
I felt your breath close to my mouth
and your nails gently running over my sack.
I knew this was going to be something different.
Still caressing my balls,
you leaned over and put your lips to my neck,
sucking at first and then half-biting.
I moaned as a tingle ran down my spine.
You pressed your lips to mine,
now grabbing a firm hold of my balls.
I flinched and tried to turn my head
but you had me by the hair.
You tightened your grip,
pinning me at both ends.
I tried to shout
but you swallowed my words,
inhaled my pain.
I tried to free myself from the ropes
but the more I struggled,
the harder you squeezed.
I stopped.
Hoping that if I gave in,
you would be satisfied.
After a few seconds,
you loosened your grip.
My balls were aching,
I was trembling.
Raising your head,
you covered my mouth with a hand.
"You must be quiet and do exactly as I say.
OK?".
I nodded.
This was not what I'd expected
but my cock was rock hard and throbbing like never before,
I would play along.
You smiled as you took your hand away from my mouth.
"Hey,
take it easy...",
I started to complain.
You pressed you hand hard against my mouth again,
your smile disappeared,
your eyes narrowed.
You slapped me hard in the balls.
"Are you going to be quiet
or should I do that again?".
I whipped my head to the side
and started to shout
but instantly you were stuffing something
- your wet panties -
into my mouth.
"You don't get it,
do you?",
you looked angry now,
seriously angry.
"Quiet" - slap - "means" - slap - "no" - slap - "talking" - slap - "Understand?".
I tried to curl into a ball
but I was tied wide open -
exposed,
helpless.
I lay there with my eyes closed.
My balls were throbbing,
my heart was racing.
Were you finished?
"Open your eyes.
Look at me".
You leaned in,
looking straight into my eyes.
"Un-der-stand?" - slap-slap-slap.
Fuck!
I nodded.
You smiled.
You spent a few minutes telling me what an idiot I was
to let myself be tied up.
You had always wanted to trap a man like this
and couldn't believe how easy it had been.
"Men think with their dicks",
you said glancing at my still-hard,
throbbing cock.
"Now,
despite what your dick thinks,
there will only be pleasure for me tonight.
You will obey my every command.
If you disobey me,
you will be punished" - slap.
"Of course,
even if you obey me faithfully,
I may punish you anyway" - slap -
"just because I like it" - slap.
"Is that OK with you?".
Should I agree or not?
Which would be worse?
After a few seconds you put your lips to my ear and whispered,
"does it matter what you think?".
I shook my head.
"Good boy.
You're finally starting to understand your situation".
"I'm going to take this gag out now.
I have plans for your mouth",
you said,
pulling out your panties,
"don't start making noise.
There's nobody who can hear us anyway".
For hours you used and abused me,
my balls ached,
my cock was raw from torture.
My tongue was exhausted,
having explored every crevice of your body.
You even put my dick inside you
but you made sure there was no pleasure for me in that.
I had never seen anyone cum so hard.
You rode my pain to the peaks of pleasure.
Intensity feeding intensity.
Despite the pain,
I had never felt so horny.
My balls were ready to burst.
I knew I would come in seconds
if I could just slide into something soft and wet.
Everything that had touched my cock tonight
had been hard and rough.
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I was an idiot to let myself be caught like that
but you are not as smart as you think.
You are not as good with ropes as you think.
While you are off finding a new toy for my torment,
I finally work myself free.
You step into the room.
I am behind you.
You notice that something is wrong
but I'm already on top of you.
Those ropes gave you power.
Without them,
you are nothing.
Your arms are pinned.
We drop onto the bed.
You are pressed beneath me,
your face forced into a pillow,
your shouting muffled.
Your body wriggles against mine
but I am so much bigger
and so much stronger than you.
I want to force myself into you right now
but that would be a mistake.
No more mistakes.
Now,
straddling your back,
your arms are locked in place by my knees.
You're still struggling.
It's cute but futile.
I pull one of your arms toward those ropes.
I stop for a second,
should I turn you over?
No,
face down is good.
I want to start with that tight ass.
Securely bound,
it's time for my pleasure.
One last thing,
where's that mirror?
I want to look into your eyes as I force myself inside you.
I want to hear that sharp intake of breath
as my cock stretches you wide.
You can be quiet or loud.
I'm going to hurt you either way.
