As part of my adventures for the new years, I want to start trying some more kinky things, and what better way to start it all than by light BDSM, getting tied to the bed posts, gagged and ravished?
Neither Oscar nor I have really done anything much as far as BDSM is concerned. I don’t remember ever being tied up, or specifically gagged at all. We’ve talked about it before, and having decided it’s something we both want to do, try to figure out when’s a good time to do it. This sort of “pre-arranged sex” feels weird, since normally sex would be a “in the moment” feeling.
He’s grinning wildly at me, because he’s actually been wanting to do this for a while. I swear I keep catching him whistling. He’s got three ties ready, silk ones that feel ok. I ask if he knows how to do knots and responds by gagging me first. The silk tie goes around my face and into my mouth, with instantly salivates. I find that it’s hard to breath through my mouth, but it feels weird not to since I’m salivating so much. Already this is a new experience for me, and having speech taken away, makes me want to say something even more.
I lie on the bed as he takes my left arm and ties the silk around my wrist, he does a couple of loops and secures it, making sure it’s not too tight, but I can’t get out of it either. He the places my arm flat out and ties the other end to the bed post. My arm isn’t fully stretched but there is hardly any room for movement. The same is applied to my right arm.
It feels odd, having no use of my arms and being unable to do say anything. My legs are still free, but I can’t sit up or move my body, except to twist my lower half from side to side. Oscar sits back to look at his work, and smiles. He takes out his phone and snaps some photos. He then starts to jack off in front of me.
I want to protest, but I’m fascinated watching him watch me, getting turned on by the image of my tied up and helpless to his control. My eyes are caught between watching his hands slide over his cock, and the hungry look in his eyes. I realise that everything is in his control right now, what he does, when he does it.
I’m not good at waiting, and this almost seems like an exercise in patience for me. Watching him turns me on, and I can feel my panties getting wet, lying there, not saying anything. He comes over and starts to kiss down my body. The experience feels different to normal, since I would normally kissing back, wrapping my arms around him and touching him. Instead, all I can do is let out little moans which are stifled by the gag in my mouth. My back arches up into him and as he gets lower down my legs clamp close automatically.
There is something almost dangerous about this situation. I feel like he is the predator, the spider about to eat his deliciously caught and wrapped victim. I watch as his smirks at me, then nudges my legs open with his head, running his hands down my stomach and thighs, lightly skipping my outer lips, before quickly pressing one finger into my wetness.
I squirm at the light penetration which, although I was expecting it, feels strange and almost foreign. His finger comes out completely soaked in my juices. His head bobs down and suddenly I can feel his tongue licking me. My face is red by now, and I’m more embarrassed than normal. I want to push him away, but i can’t, and my body betrays me as my legs spread themselves wider to give him better reach.
I feel as his tongue laps against me, flicking at my clit, down the slit and then prodding so inquisitively into me. I’m so wet, but he takes it all in his mouth, sucking now at my clit, skimming it lightly with his teeth which makes me yelp out. Again though the gag stifles me, and I reside to whimpering as he continues his torturous assault.
I can feel my own wetness drip down between my thighs, and although Oscar keeps licking it up, it just turns me on more and the circle repeats. The gag is now also soaked from my saliva which hasn’t stopped, even though I’m moaning so hard against it. My tongue feels squished, and more than anything i just want to scream out loudly in ecstasy but I can’t, and somehow that restriction also turns me on.
I don’t recognise when I start to climax, one moment I’m thrashing from side to side, loving the feel of his tongue against me, the next it’s overwhelming and my hips are thrust up, my legs are wrapped around his face and I’m almost screaming into my gag. My body falls back limp, and I don’t realise that I had been pulling on the restraints around my hand, until I’m relaxed again and I feel the pressure ease off, I’m left feeling light as a cloud.