Tie Me Down

“Strip!” Sir commanded. A wicked grin crossed my face as I began to comply.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

“No Sir. I am just excited!” I replied. Admittedly, this was at a time that I was still in sub-frenzy and even the command “Attend!” heard from across a room had my pussy wet and my body feeling electric.  

“Let’s see,” Sir said as he reached his hand inside my panties and felt my already-slippery pussy. A grin spread across his face. “You’d better finish getting your clothes off, or I might have to rip those pretty white panties.” I would never dare disobey, but the thought of having my panties ripped off me raised my body temperature and the level of excitement.

Once I was naked, I was told to lay back on the bed. “Don’t move!” This command from my husband, my Dom, always turns me on.  Each hand was bound with wrist cuffs, then my ankles, then attached to straps from under the bed. The last thing he attached was my leash snapping into place with a seductive click. Sir laid the cold chain across my belly and down over my pussy.

Sir slowly began exploring my pussy with his fingers. I closed my eyes and prepared for him to do whatever he wanted. Sir bent down and let his tongue explore my wet, shaved folds (Sir insists on a bald pussy and I willingly comply). His tongue does things my fingers never could, and a clean cunt ensures I am rewarded for my efforts. Sir rolled the tip of his tongue on my clit, then covered my nub with his lips and sucked.

“Are you going to cum?” He raised his head to ask, as he slipped a finger inside my cunt and tickled. “Tell me how many times you cum!” His mouth went back to work lapping at me until those wonderful tingly tremors began signaling my impending orgasm—that electric feeling that my pussy and entire body were about to become a quivering mess. His face in my cunt, lapping away and making me breathless, is one of my favorite things. He inserted two more fingers.

 “Cum for me!” Sir commanded, and at that same time he reached up and pulled hard on my leash. That was the catalyst for the first orgasm to start and with it I was squirting in his mouth. He didn’t stop and reminded me to count for him. “Two.” I said. I would come down from one orgasm for a moment, and then he’d lap my clit and another orgasm would have me convulsing on the bed. Unable to grab his head, or my own leash made it all the more erotic.

I love to have Sir lap at my pussy, and he prides himself in making me cum multiple times but being restrained was the most intense sensation ever. He held my thighs down and apart as the restraints still allowed me to bend my knees.  I couldn’t have been quiet if I wanted to. I came so much the blankets were soaked where I lay.  

“Twelve.” I counted breathlessly: I almost lost track and had forgotten to count out loud. As I came down from that twelfth orgasm, Sir stood up, stripped off his clothes, and shoved his raging hard cock into my pussy, the metal chain smashed between us as I came three more times.

I was exhausted, certain I would pass out before Sir finished. As he continued to pound me, he reached down with his hand the push the chain against my clit. Sir wasn’t close to coming, but my brain was so foggy I lost count. When Sir finally shot his load into me, it was as I had one last orgasm; His moans mixed with mine.

We lay there sweaty and breathless for a few moments. He slowly reached one at a time to undo my bindings, then he curled himself around me and we lay there until I began to shiver.

“That’s my good girl.” He said, wrapping me in dry blankets and tucking me in for the night.  

Years later, the words “Cum for me!” still turn me into a wet mess.

The Sounds

The dungeon was noisy.  I was impatient while Sir took me to the spot where He would publicly turn my body to mush, and my chaotic mind to quiet. I am calmer when I play in private, but my Sir decided I needed a public scene.

“Sit.” It was a calm instruction, almost a request, but I knew it was a command. I sat where He pointed. Sir walked behind me and placed a blindfold over my eyes.  “Put your hands in your lap, and do not move them. ”

Restraining my hands would not be necessary. I am a good girl. I would not move unless instructed.

“Feel the energy in the room, Kitten.” I took a deep breath and let myself feel what was going on. I tried to place the sounds I heard but hadn’t previously noticed.

“Where is the most energy coming from?” I pointed to a far corner. As this was said I heard a scream from that corner.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel amazing joy. She feels bliss.” My pussy became wet. My body wanted that bliss.

“Just listen,” He said.  I listened, I waited. Time passes differently when you’re blindfolded. The anticipation is part of the kink. Sir likes the mind-fuck. I wasn’t even certain He was standing beside me anymore, but I waited, because I trust Sir.

Suddenly, He took my hands. “Come here.” He walked me to a different corner. “Stand here, don’t move.”

My hands were raised above my head and restrained: chain. I gasped as a length of cold chain fell across my neck. My clothes were slowly and carefully removed.

Would there be more cold chain?

Would he flog me?

What toy would he use on me? That is part of my kink: not knowing exactly what is coming, recognizing that I will enjoy whatever He has in store.

Cold chain wrapped around my ankles and they were pulled apart, allowing access to my already wet pussy.

“What shall I do to you? Maybe I should leave you here.”

“Please no, Sir.”

“Then what should I do to you?”

“Whatever you choose, Sir.”

“What if I chose to leave you here all night?”

My only response was a whimper.

His breath trailed down my body. He licked a nipple, then pinched the other.  His hand reached around and there was the sting of a quick swat on my ass.

As I was processing that bit of pain, he brought his fingers to my wet pussy and next his lips to my clit. His tongue danced around my clit.  My lips were already sensitive and swollen from all the sensations I had been absorbing all night.

All the sounds and energy were gone. My own head created a bubble around the two of us. I couldn’t see, but I could see in my mind. These most intimate insecurities fading away as Sir works his will on my body. It was no longer relevant that I was in public and naked and about to be brought to a glorious orgasm.

As His fingers danced inside me, I knew the chain would be the only thing supporting me.  Again, I didn’t care, all I could do was feel. The in and out of His fingers, the pressure on the sensitive pad that would make me squirt, and that glorious tongue on my clit and outer lips.

The release was quick as the orgasms hit: two, three, four—five! But the end was not quick. This amazing wave would come one upon another. Whenever I am amid many intense orgasms, I am almost afraid they will never stop and I won’t survive.  

Then I began to squirt, and I heard Sir chuckle–he loves when I squirt. This makes him happy to turn me into this limp exhausted wet and sweaty mess.

Some incomprehensible number of minutes and orgasms later, it slowly came to a halt.

Sir wrapped a blanket around me, slowly took me down, and pulled the chains—no longer cold–from ankles and wrists. He gently pulled off the blindfold. Though the dungeon was dimly lit, it suddenly seemed bright.

We lay on the floor, His arms wrapped around me. Slowly the sounds of the dungeon came back. I began to realize what I had done. I had multiple orgasms and had squirted in a public dungeon in front of strangers —I’d never done that before.  Three years ago, I’d never be caught in the same room with these “BDSM freaks.”  Now I was one.

I smiled.

“Thank you, Sir.” I whispered.

“Good girl.” He replied.