I keep replaying this over and over in my memory, but I don't think it qualifies for the BDSM forum. Guessing others have "dabbled" but not quite dove headfirst into the deep end. Well, for what it's worth, this is my story.
I don't know what made me do it, but I went to the hardware store and bought some stout rope. Took it back to the apartment and rigged up my bed so there were four tie-downs, one at each corner. Tried it out and almost got stuck. That weekend, while I was out doing laundry, my out of town gf showed up at the laundromat, completely unexpected. I told her what I'd done. She just held out her hand for my keys, and left. Finished my laundry, Went back to the apartment. She'd left her camisole on, but nothing else, and was laying on the bed, spread-eagled, hands to the upper corners and feet to the lower corners. I put her hands and feet in the loops and snugged them tight.
We said nothing. I took off all my clothes, and straddled her on the bed. My cock was already raging. I reached behind me to feel her pussy and her pubic hair was already soaked. We just looked at each other. Her normally light pink nipples would get dark pink, almost red the more aroused she was. They were already dark pink. I grasped one with my fingers and she moaned. I tweaked that nipple, then started tweaking both. I reached behind me again, and she was dripping. I licked my fingers, then gathered some more of her juices and rubbed it over both nipples. They were so HARD!
Here is where things went a little off-course. I flicked her nipples. Lightly. Then a little harder, and a little harder. She squirmed but didn't say anything. I reached back. She was a puddle down there. Then I grasped her nipple, pinching hard and used it to pull her tit up as far as it would go. I let it go. She kept looking at me, no expression except lust. I did the same thing again, but at the top I took my other hand and smacked her tit. Hard. She looked at me with an expression I'll never forget. I did it again, leaving an imprint on the side of her tit. I reached back to her pussy and as soon as I touched her she came. And came. And came. I abused her tits, and she loved it.
Then it was time for me to be tied up. She made me get on all fours rather than spread-eagled. First thing she did was wrap something around my balls and cinch it tight. She kept hold of it, pulling really hard when she felt like it. I was somewhere between pain, and the anticipation of pleasure, and was enjoying it immensely.
Sidenote - my gf worked in a urologist's office as an administrator. Apparently, talk gets around and she knew some things I had no idea even existed.
Ass in the air, balls cinched tight, and I feel some cool liquid getting dribbled on my ass. And then getting rubbed into my ass, and then boom! Into my ass! What the heck was going on? Then something a little bigger than a finger was in there. In and out, around and around. I was going to ask, but she hadn't. She trusted me. I'll trust her. She walks away. Roots around in the kitchen drawers. Comes back. Shows me what she has - it's a candle, kinda big, with a ridge around the bottom. She pops it into my ass, and starts probing, and twisting, and pumping. She finds my prostate. I had no clue. With one hand she's yanking on my balls, and with the other she's massaging my prostate. That pain versus pleasure thing had been elevated to a 12 on a 10 scale. It was amazing.
We both loved it, but never went back to it. No clue why. No one else was into anything like that, and so that was my one and only dabbling in things like that.
Do you have a story?
I don't know what made me do it, but I went to the hardware store and bought some stout rope. Took it back to the apartment and rigged up my bed so there were four tie-downs, one at each corner. Tried it out and almost got stuck. That weekend, while I was out doing laundry, my out of town gf showed up at the laundromat, completely unexpected. I told her what I'd done. She just held out her hand for my keys, and left. Finished my laundry, Went back to the apartment. She'd left her camisole on, but nothing else, and was laying on the bed, spread-eagled, hands to the upper corners and feet to the lower corners. I put her hands and feet in the loops and snugged them tight.
We said nothing. I took off all my clothes, and straddled her on the bed. My cock was already raging. I reached behind me to feel her pussy and her pubic hair was already soaked. We just looked at each other. Her normally light pink nipples would get dark pink, almost red the more aroused she was. They were already dark pink. I grasped one with my fingers and she moaned. I tweaked that nipple, then started tweaking both. I reached behind me again, and she was dripping. I licked my fingers, then gathered some more of her juices and rubbed it over both nipples. They were so HARD!
Here is where things went a little off-course. I flicked her nipples. Lightly. Then a little harder, and a little harder. She squirmed but didn't say anything. I reached back. She was a puddle down there. Then I grasped her nipple, pinching hard and used it to pull her tit up as far as it would go. I let it go. She kept looking at me, no expression except lust. I did the same thing again, but at the top I took my other hand and smacked her tit. Hard. She looked at me with an expression I'll never forget. I did it again, leaving an imprint on the side of her tit. I reached back to her pussy and as soon as I touched her she came. And came. And came. I abused her tits, and she loved it.
Then it was time for me to be tied up. She made me get on all fours rather than spread-eagled. First thing she did was wrap something around my balls and cinch it tight. She kept hold of it, pulling really hard when she felt like it. I was somewhere between pain, and the anticipation of pleasure, and was enjoying it immensely.
Sidenote - my gf worked in a urologist's office as an administrator. Apparently, talk gets around and she knew some things I had no idea even existed.
Ass in the air, balls cinched tight, and I feel some cool liquid getting dribbled on my ass. And then getting rubbed into my ass, and then boom! Into my ass! What the heck was going on? Then something a little bigger than a finger was in there. In and out, around and around. I was going to ask, but she hadn't. She trusted me. I'll trust her. She walks away. Roots around in the kitchen drawers. Comes back. Shows me what she has - it's a candle, kinda big, with a ridge around the bottom. She pops it into my ass, and starts probing, and twisting, and pumping. She finds my prostate. I had no clue. With one hand she's yanking on my balls, and with the other she's massaging my prostate. That pain versus pleasure thing had been elevated to a 12 on a 10 scale. It was amazing.
We both loved it, but never went back to it. No clue why. No one else was into anything like that, and so that was my one and only dabbling in things like that.
Do you have a story?
