When she heard that I had a little interest in trying out BDSM, I had no choice but have a bondage session with Gina Gerson. Being tied up and gagged with my own underwear, spanked are new sensation I throughly enjoyed.
Gina sits waiting for me on the bed. She looks deceptively innocent, wearing a pale pink t-shirt with Tweetypie on it. She smiles at me and pats the bed, inviting me to join her. The last time Gina visited me, I was horribly ill and barely remembered, but I knew at this moment that I wouldn’t be forgetting today’s event any time soon.
We start off with a kiss. I like kissing, it’s intimate and it’s romantic and it helps relax me. Her lips are soft, but plump against my own. My tongue tentatively explores her open mouth, and hers dances back against mine more aggressive with every second.
The passion builds up fast this way, starting in the pit of my stomach. As she kisses my lips, my cheeks, my neck, the base of my throat, the passion builds up more and more. Her fingers are stroking my arms, lightly and delicately and everything feels like a symphony of sensations that she’s carefully orchestrating.
Gina pushes me back onto the bed, taking off her pink Tweetypie tshirt to show me her perfect, perky breasts. I reach out to feel their softness but she pushes my hands back, above my head. She unbuttons my top and takes my bra, I’m not sure how, but she ties my hands up behind me with my own bra and I’m amazed at her creativity.
With my hands tied up, she then bends down and covers my left breast with her mouth. She uses her tongue to trace circles around the taunt nipple and suckles on me greedily. I smell an intoxicating mix of sweat, saliva and the perfume she’s wearing. There’s an electric buzz in the air between us, and I can feel my own body reacting to her every movement and she sits straddled on top of me, sucking on my breasts.
Gina notices her discarded t-shirt next to me on the bed and comes up with the fantastic idea of covering my eyes. I’ll admit being blindfolded is a big turn-on for me and it puts my body onto high alert, with every one of my nerves feeling hyper sensitive to her touch.
She pulls my panties down slowly then balls them up and gags me. They smell musky and are wet from my juices and it feels weird to be able to taste myself at this point. Blindfolded, gagged and bound, I’m to the mercy of Gina’s desires.
She slaps at my breasts, then slaps at my face. The action feels weird, stinging ever so slightly. But then she replaces the slaps with tender kisses, suckling again on my breasts, before slapping them again. It’s a mind game, blind as I am, unable to predict whether she’ll be naughty or nice to me. The thrill of it makes me feel almost delirious, and I’m unable to do much but moan against my gag.
Gina slides down along my body and I suddenly feel the electric shock pulse throughout my body as her talented tongue decides to flick itself against my clit. Her mouth teases me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I’m moaning and squirming, unable to do anything but ride the waves of pleasure as Gina continues her lustful assault on me. Her mouth sucks and pulls and licks, and her fingers probe curiously as my hips buckle, my body unable to do anything but succumb to the feelings she’s forcing on me.
It’s too much as I feel her fingers enter deeper and she picks up the pace until it becomes almost frantic and I’m delirious with lust and pleasure. The gag has long since fallen out and my moans are bouncing off the walls it seems, and my body is rocked, and everything seems to just be happening all at once.
The intensity of my orgasm at Gina’s hand is insane and I’m left a little bewildered, but happy and laughing, and Gina is smiling and laughing and I know she’s enjoyed this experience as well, although obviously not quite as much as I did.