This is a rewritten and revised journal entry from an early-ish bondage session, a few months after the first time. It goes into a little bit of why I enjoy bondage, at some point I’m planning on writing a longer post on why I enjoy being on both sides of it. Hope you enjoy it.
She tied me to the bed, both arms straight up and each ankle to a bedpost, but not before beginning her teasing; making it abundantly clear that much worse was in store. She loved teasing me before I was tied up, using her hands, her tongue, her entire body to turn me on, both of us knowing that soon she would tie me to the bed and she would be in control. She blindfolded me after she was done tying my hands. I love drinking in her body, staring, but every sound and every touch is so much more intense being blindfolded. Her hands were everywhere, her tongue was everywhere; for a long time she refused to touch my cock or my balls, making me wait, letting the frustration build. Her fingers and her tongue stroking and swirling all of my body, getting closer and closer to my cock, only to veer away at the last moment. I like being tied up, at least with her I’m comfortable with it, it helps me, forces me to let go, give up control for awhile. She leaned over me and put a nipple in my mouth, telling me to suck. I sucked her nipple, nibbling, sucking, swirling, listening to her gasp and moan; she pulled back and I begged for the other one. She refused and made me wait for it. Denying me what I wanted, even though it was her own nipple. All the while teasing my balls, twisting herself around, slowly jerking me off. She finally leaned over me again and gave me her other nipple; stopping her teasing of my cock whenever I started to breath too hard, often. I was frantically sucking, and nibbling on her nipple, her touch making me jerk against my bonds, loving the feel of her hard nipple in her mouth. Then she was kneeling, a knee on either side of me, telling me to lick her pussy. This turned me on way more than I thought it would, much like the reverse does to her I guess. She pulled away, teasing herself as much as me, adjusting to find a better position; several times she did this, always pausing to tease my already frustrated cock some more. Each time she lifted herself away from me I wanted her come back, to let me keep using my tongue to give her pleasure. I was telling her how much I wanted to make her cum, my lips and face covered in her wetness, even that turning me on, her smell filling my head, desperately wanting more of her. I could sense her hovering just out of my reach, blindfolded so I couldn’t see her, bucking against my restraints as she teased my balls, knowing her pussy was right there, desperately wanting her to lower herself back onto my mouth. I was telling her how much I wanted to make her cum, almost begging her to let me finish her with my mouth. Finally she lowered herself back onto me, my tongue reaching out, flicking along her slit, swirling around her clit. She let me finish her like that, I listened to her cum, felt her cumming; stretched out on the bed, unable to see or touch her except with my tongue on her clit. Then her tongue was everywhere, biting my nipples, the inside of my thigh, the tender spot inside my elbow, up and down my cock, all over my balls. Interspersing the teasing was random flicks with the little flogger. Most of the time I could hear her pick it up and then she’d keep teasing my balls and it’d feel so good, but I’d be waiting for the stinging thud, wondering where it would go. Then suddenly she’d bring the flogger down, across my chest, stinging my nipples, flicking my hips, or flogging my inner thigh. Sometimes continuing to tease my cock, sometimes stopping so I’d know it was coming, making me anticipate the flogger coming down, unable to see it coming, not knowing where it would strike. The feathers and the turkey-baster-turned sex-toy were everywhere just like her tongue. Neither of us can ever look at a baster the same way again. When she finally let me cum she sat beside me and finished me with her hand, I don’t even know what came out of my mouth at that point, it was so intense.
It surprised me then how much it turned me on to lick her while tied up, to not be able to see her, to be stretched out at her mercy; her lowering herself to my mouth, telling me what she wanted, setting the pace for herself. Her juices covering my face and goatee, unable to do anything about it, really turned me on, and I loved making her cum that way. I mention this because it was something that I was open to trying and wanted to try, but I didn’t expect to like it as much as I did. When she pulled away to slow things down, to make it last for herself, I wanted her back against me tongue so badly that I begged her to let me make her cum. Sometimes it is surprising what gets you going.
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