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“And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.” Her pussy clenched, empty and aching, at his words. The humiliation, the absolute control—it was everything she’d fantasized about for years. She nodded, wordless. “On your back. Legs spread. Arms above your head.” She obeyed, her heart hammering. He moved with practiced efficiency, tying her wrists together with the silk rope and securing them to the wrought-iron headboard. The bonds were firm, unyielding, but the silk was smooth against her skin. He looped more rope around her ankles, t

My fingers teased along the silk ties binding his wrists behind the chair, tugging just enough to remind him how helpless he was. My hands tightened those restraints further, pulling the knots secure so his arms flexed helplessly against them. The way his muscles strained only made me wetter, my walls clenching around his shaft as I rode him. I could feel the desperation building in his body, the way his hips tried to thrust up but stayed pinned under my control. It heightened everything—the emotional closeness mixed with the raw power I held over him.

I said, my face covered with and dripping with my own spit. “Okay, lay down. On your back.” he said, pointing to the couch. I wiped my mouth and chin with my arm, and did as I was told. I wasn’t used to being naked in front of a man before, but I felt oddly comfortable since it was him. I smiled up at him as he climbed on top, and spread my legs apart, looking down at my soft, virgin pussy. He grabbed a pillow that was on the couch, and yanked off the pillowcase, using it as a makeshift bondage accessory to tie my wrists together. “I love that you’re kinky, daddy.” I said, laying helpless before him with my arms bound over my head.

he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, voice already trembling with need. He started with the leather cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists, then connected them behind my back with a short chain, keeping my arms securely bound. Next he took the soft black rope and wrapped it carefully but tightly around my upper arms and chest, creating a simple harness that framed and lifted my full breasts, ma

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.

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“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

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.