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A blindfold sliding over my eyes. And I let it happen. I didn’t need to see them. I already knew the touch rough fingers, strong arms, commanding voices. My arms were pulled above my head, tied to the bedposts. Legs spread wide and bound open with soft restraints. I was helpless. Exposed. Already wet. I heard Mason’s voice first dark and teasing. “She looks so fucking pretty like this. All spread and ready. Our perfect little cumdump.” A hand slid over my stomach, down to my pussy, fingers dipping in slow.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My assigned sub was a slender man named River with pale skin and dark eyes. I introduced myself, confirmed his limits, and got to work. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" I started with his wrists, binding them together behind his back with practiced efficiency. Then I worked my way up his torso, creating a chest harness that framed his pecs and made his nipples stand out prominently. Each wrap of rope was deliberate, sensual, my fingers brushing against his skin as I pulled the bindings tight enough to hold but not restrict breathing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "How does that feel?" I asked, testing the tension. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

His hand stayed on my clit, but this time he slowly ran his fingers up and down my folds, spreading the wetness that had already gathered there. My breaths came out in sharp pants. "Look how wet she already is," Daemon's voice came from beside the bed, dark amusement coloring his tone. "Our little omega is ready for us." Magnus's fingers slid through my slickness, teasing, exploring, making my thighs tremble. Then he bent me forward properly, positioning my ass higher in the air. I nearly lost my balance, my hands almost slipping from the headboard. "I think she needs to be bound," Daemon said, his voice clinical. "We can't have that sloppiness."

Then, He wrapped a hand around my throat while saying, "This is what you want? You like this, don't you?" Jim was degrading me, but once he wrapped his hand around my throat, my body came alive again. He quickly grabbed my wrists as I was about to cum again. He held my wrists above my head and had me pinned down. There was something about being choked and held down that drove my body into overdrive. I didn't understand it, and I was confused by how my body reacted to this. In that moment, all I was focused on was the second orgasm that was about to hit me. Jim had his full weight on top of me as his dick hit all the right spots with every thrust. I growled in his ear, "This what you like? Ma

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

from behind the set. Meanwhile, Wisdoma began the unmistakable motions of love. Her head was going up and down on my powerful love tool. She removed herself only to replace it with a hand. Her hand quickly became a blur of motion as my cock somehow got more and more upright, thicker and harder. Her other able hand cupped my family jewels, now considered the most valuable and cherished items on that planet. Then something odd happened.

It was time to introduce her to He shifted in his seat as his cock showed its appreciation by swelling uncomfortably. Shibari was an erotic form of bondage that used ropes to bind the sub in artistic and creative ways and he knew that the scarlet nylon rope he had would look particularly good against Lisa’s skin. He had practiced the intricate knots and was suddenly very keen to try them out on his Sweet Lisa. Seeing her bound, the knots and ropes making beautiful patterns across her skin would be a fantasy come true.

The others close in around me, untying me long enough to flip me onto my knees. "Put that ass up high," I'm ordered, and I arch obediently as they pull my arms behind my back and bind them again. "So fucking sexy," The one called Jared grunts, spreading my legs wide. Without hesitation, he sinks into my pussy from behind. I moan when a hand reaches between my thighs to rub my swollen clit, and another grips my hair to keep me steady for a new stiff cock in my mouth. They're so deep it makes me dizzy. I'm used everywhere at once and it makes me ache so bad.

Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM. Her bio stated that she was a master of Japanese rope tying. There were images of men and women bound by their ankles, wrists, and waists tied to posts and to beds. The erotic photos fascinated me. Every nerve in my skin tingled as I wondered how it felt to be bound in those positions. I scrolled to the bottom where the twitter and F******k icons encouraged me to follow her. I did. When my phone rang, I jumped. Richard asked, “How are you tonight?”

This wild man could make her sopping wet with one well-placed whisper. “A little haughty, ain’t ya?” His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt. Callused fingertips idly stroked the damp skin beneath the waistband of her jeans on her lower back. “I like your fire. A woman like you could burn a man up. And I’d enjoy every hot second as I went down in flames.” Her breath caught at the eroticism in his simple words and teasing touch. “Are you trying to see how far you can push me?” “I suspect you’re embarrassed to admit you’d like to be pushed by me. Or tied up, trussed up, any way I want you. At my every wicked whim. And no doubt, shug, I know my way around wicked.”