Tied, Teased, and Tormented (or The Best Ever)

I’m was at work and I get a text from her that says “If you have an ounce compassion you’ll come over after work and sex me up good, cause I’m about on my period and then I leave town soon.”  Who could resist “sex me up good?”  It’s country and visceral, I loved it.   We showered first; I’d been sweating at work all day.  I’d been dying to tie her up; I started by spanking her a little first.  The spanking started our relationship and played a crucial role all the way through, it’s funny that.  The way spanking tracked, I spanked her on the very first night that we hooked up, and that continued through our entire relationship; eventually she starting spanking me too, and that was good, spanking all the way through, for both of us.   We had been kissing since I walked through the door and hadn’t stopped, even during our shower.  (how much fun showering together is, is a different post altogether).  It was like one continuous kiss from the door to the shower to the bed.  I loved that, we kissed starting at her door and just never stopped, I found that to be so erotic, just one continuous kiss.  I don’t feel like I can put into words what that felt like, it was like we couldn’t bear to stop, any time was stopped kissing, to turn on the shower for instance, we started again before it was done, ripped ourselves apart to finish starting the water, and started again, kissing like we hadn’t kissed in months.  We kissed with the water streaming down our bodies, trying to spread the slippery soap around without stopping, my hands sliding over her wet body, tweaking her soapy nipples, her hands sliding all over me, still kissing.  I love that, that kind of desire, where you just can’t stop kissing.  Her spanking started in the shower, slapping her wet ass while we kissed, feeling her little gasp with my mouth.  She writhed against me, gasping into my mouth with each swat.   

Her spanking continued while we dried off in the bathroom.  Once we made it to the bedroom I had her bend over the bed, her wet hair hanging down over her face and starting giving her a harder spanking.  When I decided she’d had enough spanking, or maybe it was just that I couldn’t wait any longer to tie her up, I tied her to the bed and started teasing her.  I tied each wrist to the head of the bed, each ankle to a corner at the foot of the bed, and a rope on each thigh, just above her knee back to the head of the bed, forcing her to keep her legs spread even further apart, keeping her from wiggling too much.  Our kiss continued while I tied her up, pausing between the ropes to kiss her lips, smiling wickedly at her when I pulled away, know from the look on her face that it was already killing her that she couldn’t wrap her arms around me to continue our kiss.  Her tease had only barely begun.  I never could get enough of the way she looked tied up, her arms stretched above her head, helpless for whatever I had in mind, the look of lust in her eyes, how delicious her lips always look.

  I took my time playing with her nipples, using my fingers and mouth to tease them hard; teasing them until they stood out like hard like points, until they were ready for nipple clips.  I love the way she looks with the nipple clips on.  I always take my time putting them on, making her anticipate, watching her face when I slip them on and start tightening the clips; always enjoying the way she inhales, bites her lower lip, squirms and looks into my eyes.  I waited until after I put the nipple clips on to blindfold her, just for this reason.  I spent a long time playing with her  clipped nipples, using my tongue on their pinched tips, lightly pinching with my fingers, letting my hands play with the rest of her body, while my tongue sliding over her imprisoned nipples.  It drove her crazy when I focused all my attention on one breast, my tongue on her nipple and both hands sliding over the sides of her breast, just barely touching her, lightly caressing all over while my tongue worked on her tip.

I worked my way down her body with my tongue, paying special attention to the hollows of her hips, pausing to nibble on my way downward.  I didn’t take it slow the first time, that would come later.  When I finally reached her slit she was dripping wet, more than ready for my attention there.  I started right in with my tongue, long strokes from below her slit all the way to her clit.  The first time my tongue caressed her clit she let out a satisfied moan and twisted against the ropes.  I didn’t tease her, my tongue devoured her, I love doing this, my tongue slid up on down the outside of her lips, dove inside, and then up to swirl around her clit; it didn’t take but a couple of minutes of this before her breathing started coming faster and I knew she was getting close.  I didn’t slow down, kept swirling my tongue over her clit, just how she likes.  Her breathing got faster and faster, I could feel her body tensing and untensing, her abs muscles starting to shake, her body pulling against the ropes.  I worked her clit right to orgasm, just a moment before she started to cum and then stopped; cut off all stimulation and pulled away at the last moment.  Her groan of frustration was just what I wanted. 

Out came the feather and that delightful rubber baster.  If I was forced to pick a favorite part I think this would be it.  I’d been awhile since we’ve done this.  I spent so much time teasing her like this, swirling the baster across her wet slit, down her thighs and back again.    It got to the point where she was in danger of cumming just with baster stimulating her.  Start and stop, start and stop; feathers in between.  After awhile I stopped and climbed on top of her and lowered my balls to her mouth.  She was blindfolded, but when she sensed what I was doing she was ready and waiting.  Her tongue was frantic and awesome; all her frustration and desire to cum came through in the way she used her tongue on my balls.  There were two times she licked my balls tied and blindfolded.  In between I teased her with the feather.  It was awesome, the frustration, the desperation to cum leading a quality to her tongue that is hard to replicate any other way.  Before I tied her I had her make me cum with her mouth after a long time spent on my balls.  I told her that I’d tease her till I was ready to go again.  After I don’t know how many times of bringing her to the edge she started begging.  I continued to use the feather and the baster on her, until even the baster was almost too much.  It took only the feather to bring her right to the edge.  Five or six strokes of the feather up and down her pussy and she’d was right at the edge, one set of strokes, a pause, then again; then I’d lean back and give myself a few strokes, knowing that she could hear me.  Watching her squirm, blindfolded, unable to see me, only hear me stroking myself, begging for me to let her cum.  Then more strokes with the feather, right to the edge and stop, a pause, another set of strokes, and lean back for a few strokes for myself.   And I made her beg more, told her she needed to beg and that I loved hearing her beg.  Told her that I would continue this with the feather until she didn’t just want to cum, but was absolutely desperate to cum, until every breath that she took brought fire to her pussy, till her need to cum was the only thing that she could think about.  And she did, begged me to let her cum, told me how much she needed to cum.  Begged me until I believed that it was the only thing on her mind, that she was desperate.  I took her to the edge twice more after that and then made her cum with my tongue.  I spent a lot of time with the oral this time, trying different things to see what she like the most.  She was so close that this playing with my tongue, to see what she enjoyed most was even more torment, as I had to stop often, or let her orgasm too soon.  Her orgasm went on and on, writhing against the ropes binding her to the bed.  It was spectacular to watch, her cumming for so long, straining against the bonds.  After it was over she laid there for a minute and then said, “That was the best oral of my life.” 

I teasingly asked her if she was up for me inside her after all that, and she just laughed at me.  I untied both legs and she sucked me hard again; we took off the blindfold for this.  I love to see her eyes while I fuck her when her arms are tied to the bed.  It’s a visceral look in her eyes, her tied up, me fucking her, both of us loving every moment.  Her arms were still tied to the corner bed posts, and she was begging me to fuck her.  Which I was only too happy to do.  I slid her knees up so her feet sat flat on the bed and slid myself into her, not teasing her anymore, fucking her for my pleasure.  Then her legs up on my shoulders, pushing myself deep inside her.  Looking into her eyes while I pounded into her, hearing her moans in my ear, the lust in her eyes for me to push even harder.  That lasted a fair bit until I couldn’t hold out any longer, both my orgasms were great, fantastic even; the first from her mouth in the beginning then second, buried inside her, her arms still tied to the bed.  I untied her and we collapsed on the bed. 
“That was the best ever, all of it.” Was what she said.  She as almost giddy, and said she felt strange after.  The intensity of it all.  Those are some things I wouldn’t grow tired of hearing.  Pretty amazing.