BDSM is Love

It wasn’t what I had expected when Master told me he was horny and wanted me. I was all ready for some spectacular sex, he had something else in mind. When I entered the bedroom I disrobed and lay on the bed, touching and kissing Master when I could. I have to admit I wanted him too.

In the beginning it seemed just like other times. We touched and cuddled and teased each other. Then something in his eyes changed. He reached for my nighttime cuffs and fastened them to my wrists. I almost grinned ear to ear. It had been so long since he tied me up. I could barely contain myself. My mobility wasn’t all he was taking this time. Reaching in the bedside table he got out the blindfold and tied it tightly.

“You like being my slut, don’t you?”

“Oh yes Master, I do.”

He then proceded to tie my hands to the top of the bed, slowly and deliberately and then had me test my ability to move. I couldn’t. So down to my ankles with another set of cuffs, tying them to the corners of the bed. Still with slowness that was exquisite. I sat there in darkness just anticipating Master’s moves. My body was spread for him and I was on display. He had me test my bonds again after the last ankle was fastened. (He has gotten remarkably well versed in immobility.)

When I am in this state of submissiveness, Master has picked up my need to be roughed up, nothing gentle really happens. He touches me roughly, he slaps my breasts hard. All to overload my senses. The rubber flogger bit at my inner thighs, my pussy and my breasts, over and over I wanted to squirm away but couldn’t. Master’s hands, his favorite toys were all over my body, pinching and squeezing my breasts, they ached when he let them go and I couldn’t figure out if it was because I wanted them again, or because they hurt so.

Master positioned himself at my head and he forced his cock into my mouth. He commanded that I suck it, and I did. There is something about being told to suck cock that really gets me and I enjoyed it as it took my breath away when the thick member slide to the back of my thoat time and again, I loved teasing the head with my tongue and I could tell he was enjoying it with every small noise he was making. He got so close to coming, I could sense it, and he pulled away.

The clover nipple clamps have had a very painful experience, so you would understand my nervousness when I heard them come out of the bedside table. He laid them on my chest, mostly to tease me no doubt, and then prepared my nipples by tugging on them and attached one, then slowly the other. Oh the pain in those little nibs is scary and I was so nervous that he was going to tug on them or wiggle my tits. I was so tense. And then he moved away.

Down my body he went, and I thought he was going to fuck me, but I was wrong. He was going to just jerk off on me, me unable to move, only a figure on display for Master’s enjoyment and that excited me. I love hearing and watching Master jerk off. I moaned because I wanted him to come on me, and to help tease him as he did it. It was so good to hear him tell me he was going to come on my pussy and the feeling of the hot jizz on me was fantastic.

He took just as much time untying me, and then held me close. I was so warm from what I had felt, so hot inside from burning need. It was fantastic.

–luna