Bound, Teased,...Face Fucked!

Rope has been a new exploration for me this year and while fun, it can be scary. But for purposes of this story, I’ll stick to the fun part.

I am playing for what is easily the 30th time with a new found play partner but I realize we haven’t played with rope in quite some time. While his dick always did me just fine, I was interested in taking our time and enjoying a bit of kinky play. So I laid back on the bed eager, as always, spread out like a starfish. He took my left hand and connected two pieces of rope around it and then down to the bolts that were the cutest accessories on his wooden pallet bed. He slid across my body, to my right side and secured that wrist as well. With my arms out of the way now - he took his time to kiss my face and bite my cheeks down to my neck, my chest, and eventually my nipples. Before I knew it, he'd bitten down so hard on my left titty I let out a squeal which only made him look up at me, head still down, eyes only and let out this deep and burly growl. I can admit that I was partly scared by the enjoyment this sadistic fuck got out of that but also excited because this sadistic fuck was mine to play with for the evening.

It was time for me to be completely immobilized. My left foot went first. Pushed back towards my butt, it’s safe to say it looks a little like a chicken wing lol but the rope was placed

securely around my ankle, knot, then wrapped around my thick thighs, knot. Then again, and again until we’d reached close to my knee. I watched as he took the leftover string and secure it to the rope restraining my left wrist. Up went my knee and just like that, I was exposed. He took this time to give me bite marks precisely between each of the rows of rope on my thighs. I knew that today was a day I’d be marked up - and I couldn’t wait. Each bite felt a little more intense as it went from my knee, to my mid thigh, to my inner thigh right next to my pussy where the skin is just so tender. Another squeal later and he took my right leg into the same position as my left.

When I was finally bound, he sat back in amazement. I’m not sure if it was at his work or at how wet my pussy was just from him simply tying the rope on my body. That was it. He hadn’t even done anything “to” me and yet I already had the most beautiful droplet of cum streaming down the center of my pussy just before it kissed my asshole. While I was enthralled with what we’d done so far, I was so excited because I knew we’d just begun. Now, let me tell you something about Chris. Chris is the best pussy eater I’ve ever encountered. And before you write it off as just another person claiming rights to the throne - I’ve been with men, women, and I myself think I am a well qualified practitioner of cunnilingus. But Chris. Oh baby, you have no idea.

With my only options of moving away being to pull my legs and ass up off the bed, which would only give him better positioning, I knew the next 30 minutes or so would be intense. Chris started by sucking my clit into his mouth, not painfully, but definitely a snug, tight fit. Then came these beautifully blissful strokes of his tounge ring against my clit in up and down motions that at everyone have my jumping. It feels as if he has pulled my clitoral hood back, position me perfectly between his lips, and I have nowhere to go or place to move to escape the cascading feeling that is coming over me with each flick. I cum once and he finally pulls back but to be clear, there are no breaks. Out comes this pretty little riding crop which he uses to torture my now swollen and completely aroused pussy. I get two sharp swats and I call out, yet again. But I can see the grimacing look on his face, he knows I like it. He knows I’m a dirty fucking slut that can’t get enough of the sensual sadistic fuckery that he has to offer.

He asks if I want more. As if I’d say no. I shake my head yes, but I’m reminded with a hard swat to my thigh that we do not answer Daddy in this way. So again I reply, but with my words, “Yes, please”. We play this game of how quickly can Daddy make baby cum at least 3 more times before I’m feeling pretty spent and I can’t do much more than lay there. But - being the good girl that I am, I let Daddy come up to the top of the bed and fuck my sweet little mouth into that pillow. I know we haven’t talked about it yet, because well this story wasn’t about Chris’ dick, but Daddy has one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever had in my life. While I’ve been known to throat a dick or two, Daddy’s wasn’t one I’d been successful with….yet.

So where was I? Ahh, yes - Daddy comes up to the top of the bed and slides his dick as far into my mouth as he can go, which isn’t even half way, before I start to choke and gag. My body tenses against the ropes as I grasp for a bit of air and Daddy is kind to me and pulls out a little. When I catch my breath he lets me know we’re going to go deeper and longer next time. From beneath him with my big brown puppy dog eyes, I nod my head yes, and he goes again. I can feel his girth stretching my mouth and the softness of his head rubbing against the back of my throat and while it’s a hell of a stretch, I can’t lie, it feels soooo good. Good to be used, good to be of service, good to not really have a choice. I felt him again and again until I could feel his thighs getting tight around my head - he was going to cum. Eager me began to suck in, trying to make a vacuum seal around his dick and stick out my tongue so that he could go further and feel my warmth wrapped around him. Before I knew it, he was there. I felt his final thrust, him gripping the headboard, and the warm cum sliding down my throat.

Typical Tuesday with that Daddy Chris.