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When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

You want to know how things are going for us romantically and physically. Our sex life is exemplary, thank you very much. I won’t lie and say we are humping like bunnies. But we do have sex, and it’s always great. Over the years, we’ve experimented sexually as Cassidy continued making great strides in her recovery from what that douchebag did. We tried bondage once. It was a no go with Cassidy being tied up or blindfolded. She went into full panic mode, and we decided it wouldn’t be for us. If bondage does come into the bedroom, I’m getting tied up. And I’m a-okay with that.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

It was gone instantly. "In my teenage years I saved my money and bought magazines with sexual bondage pictures." He shrugged. "For the ropes of course." He gave me a self-depreciating grin and then continued. "Back then, the magazines were filled with violence, which I found distasteful. It was not until I was older that I learned about the relaxing qualities and the sexual gratification found in artistic bondage. For me, Shibari and sex go hand in hand. It has been many years since I have had unbound vanilla sex."

I respond. Approval lights his eyes. “Good girl. Seems like you've done some research. Let's see what you've selected.” He scans the checklist. “Bondage, sensation play, impact play. Hard stops are watersports, servitude, and group sex. Open to negotiation, though. Explain your hard stops—not to convince you otherwise, just so I know the boundaries clearly.” “Fair enough, sir. You promise confidentiality?”

She'll do anything to cheer up her best friend. Anything. A WARNING TO READERS: This is a kinky story of two young people that get into some rather extreme sexual things, although in a loving way. The story has elements that could be considered light BDSM ('sexdoll submissive'), watersports (drinking pee), anal sex, and more. Hope you enjoy reading.. ********** "What are you doing out here? Are you cutting class?"

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Something about having her like this, having total control over her body, is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without having any idea of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first… Her punishment.