Bound By My Love

The minute he placed the crystal-studded collar around my neck, I felt sexy. My primitive side was ready to pounce, reveal itself, and inside I wanted to growl. My lover smiled and knew I was in my element. Our bedside manner was more intense than say, that of my next-door-neighbors. Rather than a nightstand with books, an alarm clock, and reading glasses, ours were lavished with lotions, ropes, and naughty toys. While we certainly didn’t shun the beautiful art of love making with its passionate caresses, tonight I was feeling frisky and needed a little domination to tame my bad girl side.

Tonight I was decked out in my skimpy leather teddy, barely held together by cool steel chains. I loved the way it propped up and showed off my luscious full breasts. My man liked the inner wild child in me and bought me all the lingerie I wanted. Candles covered the dressers and added a subtle hint of sin to the ambience. I stood before the mirror, tracing the lines of my body, just waiting for him to touch me.

He came up behind me, his body strong and powerful. He moved his fingers over my black lace garters, my body slowly sinking back into his. I felt his warm breath behind my neck and it sent jolts of electricity throughout my whole body. In a single move, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Like an animal on the prowl he was on me, his lips kissing every inch of skin.

Rip it off, I begged inside. I no longer wanted my breasts to be confined inside the leather. I wanted his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples, his mouth devouring the walnut-hard peaks. But it didn’t matter, because tonight was all about what he wanted. My master.

“You have been very naughty slave Elizabeth, I believe I need to teach you a lesson,” he threatened. I smiled, loving our role-play. We had found a beautiful combination of pain and pleasure, all in a realm of trust and complete respect for one another. I heard the delicious sound of Velcro as he prepared my bonds.

“Just so you don’t try and stop me, I’ll have to bind your hands.”

His voice suggested authority, but his eyes sparkled with that of a child at Christmas. With my hands over my head, he fastened my wrists to one another and pulled off my strapless leather teddy. I felt vulnerable at that moment with my naked body glistening in the candlelight. I liked the way his eyes feasted on my body.

His lips devoured my breasts, giving extra attention to each raised nipple. My legs beat against the bed, my head rocking side to side. He knew I could barely take it to have them played with so intently. He had been the first man ever to bring me to an orgasm just by suckling on my breasts.

Waves of euphoria shot over me, my mind a blur and my pulse beat like a tribal drum. I could feel the wetness between my legs spill over onto the sheets, dripping while I silently begged for more. I arched my back wanting him to taste the sweetness I had waiting for him.

“Don’t you offer yourself to me,” he said, somewhere between an order and a challenge. “I’ll take what I want when I’m ready. I always take what I want.” I just barely caught a glimpse of what he held in his hands before he rolled me over onto my stomach. SNAP went the whip across my fleshy buttocks. I felt a divine sting followed by a heightened sense of arousal. In fun I pretended to hate it, all the while getting off on it. The more I objected, the more he’d whip me. I loved the way the cool leather strap played against my ass, and I begged for more.

Again SNAP! The whip slashed through the air, accompanied by a melodic echo that made me soak myself in pleasure.

“You remember that I am taking what I want. Do not beg or you’ll feel my wrath,” he insisted. Mmm, his wrath was spun sugar for me. I felt an uncontrollable craving of his power and strength over my ever-willing body.

“Now lay on your back!”

His orders were the only thing I could concentrate on. My senses were too heightened to focus on anything else. I caught a glimpse of his mischievous grin before the blindfold was placed over my eyes. He attached my wrists to the headboard, his fingers taking their sweet time traveling along my skin. Our fantasy bed had paid off from the very first night we got it, and I couldn’t imagine how we ever did without one. Bars and hooks galore were fixed to the bed, plenty of ways to explore, experiment, and get off in every position possible. My favorite touch was the rich velvet curtains, making me feel like a chained up slave out of the Arabian nights. Only this was a one-woman harem.

He then fastened my ankles to the foot of the bed leaving me wide open for anything to come my way. I felt soft ticklish delights start around my thighs, working their way towards my heated snatch.

“Tell me I am your master,” he demanded. I laughed as the feathers made their way to my sensitive tummy. I could hardly speak.

“Tell me,” he insisted again.

“I can’t, not until you stop tickling me,” I cried. The feather stopped and his finger traced and delved between my thighs for just a second, enough to make me gasp with pleasure.

“I said, address me as master,” he said, prodding his fingers inside my wetness. I rolled my head and arched my back, wanting to feel him deep inside. At that moment I would say just about anything to get his cock shoved up inside me.

“You are my master,” I offered.

“And tell me you are my slave,” he said.

“Yes master, I am your slave. Slave Elizabeth,” I moaned.

“Ah that’s better, now you are behaving. I think you earned a reward,” he said soothingly. His tongue traced my rock hard nipples, sending currents of heat racing through my body. Gently he sucked on them, giving them ample attention until they were fully peaked. I felt a strong pinch followed by another and knew he placed on the nipple clamps. How I loved to feel those cool metal clips.

Again his hands traced down my body, stopping to place butterfly kisses on my lower abdomen. I laughed aloud.

“You will not make a sound unless I give you permission. I see your training needs to be intensified. You will learn in time.” I smiled content in this interaction. I longed for his so called “lessons”, they brought me stimulation in a way I never thought could be possible. I wanted to be a bad naughty girl who needed to be spanked and pleasured at the same time.

“I’m not sorry master,” I snickered.

His eyebrows arched in surprise. “We’ll see about that.”

I heard a low humming sound. The vibrator! Oh how that machine could work its magic. I spread my legs as wide as I could, straining slightly against the bonds. I was dripping wet in impatience, willing that big battery-operated tool to plunge into me. I knew he sensed my desire and made me wait longer. This was his show, and he was running it the way I liked it. Slowly he maneuvered the vibrator around the outside of my legs, sending shivers up my spine. My body felt like a flame, heat engulfing my insides, burning heat needing the relief of my inner juices.

“I want to hear you beg me to use this.”

“Master, please get me off, I’ll do anything,” I begged.

“Tell me how much you love to feel this hummer enter deep inside your folds.”

“I do, I love to feel it deep inside, humming and vibrating until I can’t take it anymore,” I cried. The fantasy washed away all sense of the reality. In my mind I was in the dungeon and a willing participant in my punishments. Here was my king who’d I shamed in some way, the man who held all the power. He was executioner, hell bent on giving me a night of torture that reeked of bliss. This was the man I loved and lusted over every minute of the day. He was in charge and I was merely his naked pupil. I’d tell him anything, and do absolutely anything he wanted.

“Do you like the vibrator better than my steel hard cock?” he asked.

“No master,” I was quick to say. “Nothing is a substitute for how you make me feel when you’re flesh is inside, burning up my inner walls.”

“That’s a good slave,” he replied. “You’ve earned a moment of pleasure.”

Obligingly he placed the tip of the vibrator against my clit. I was in seventh heaven. Blood rushed through my veins, traveling like the speed of light. Warmth coated my abdomen as a spotlight focused on the very area that all the pleasure was confined. My inner thighs shook as my senses skyrocketed. Moans of ecstasy brought tears to my eyes; it all felt so good. I was soaking wet and could feel the release coming. He shoved it inside me and rubbed my clit with his fingers. Finally I came, my body shaking uncontrollably, such intense relief. I wanted to cry out but wasn’t allowed to make noise without his permission. His tongue cleaned me up as I recovered.

Swiftly he straddled me, gliding his massive cock between my breasts. He pulled slightly against the chain that connected the nipple clamps. My ruby red lips ached to taste his steel mass between my tight lips. Even with the blindfold on I felt him stare at me, and appreciating my body. I could smell his cock near my face, the fragrance of his sex begging to be engulfed.

“Take me all in, be a good girl,” he said. I nodded in approval. I swirled my tongue and sucked him, wanting to milk him dry. I swallowed him up until I felt his smooth hairless balls dance against my lips. He moaned with pleasure.

“Thank your master for allowing you to taste his royal cock,” he prompted. I shook my head no, egging him on to punish me more. Roughly he pulled on the nipple chain, making me wince and smile at the same time. His fingers tickled me everywhere until I pleaded for him to stop.

“Now if you can be a good girl, I’ll untie you, “he whispered in my ear. Sure I could be a good girl, of course, I’m so pure and innocent. I waited for him to start to undo my ankles before I moved. As soon as I was free I sat up to grab for his cock, wanting to feel its smoothness in my hands. I was no match for his brute strength; he picked me up and tossed me over – face down. Quickly he tied me up again. The blindfold slipped down from my eyes.

“You just don’t learn, we will have to go to extreme training now,” he pointed out. SMACK went his bare hand across my ass. It was better than the whip. He rubbed my smooth skin and spanked me hard again.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes I want more,” I screamed. I was so worked up. The juices were flowing inside and I never wanted it to stop.

“Yes what,” he prompted.

“Yes master, I want more, please give me more,” I begged. My imagination was working over time. I wanted him to restrain me against the door and shove his cock in every orifice he could find, suspend me from the ceiling and make me cum like never before. This was the man, my master, who made all my dirty secret fantasies come true.

Again his hands unleashed their authority over me. I wasn’t about to be a good girl until I was punished good and hard.

“Slave Elizabeth, get on your knees with your ass up in the air,” he said. I did as I was told. A cold liquid gel was spread around my anal hole. I loved getting fucked back there and he knew it.

“I am going to tame you once and for all,” he challenged. Again I smiled. As far as I was concerned it paid to be a wicked girl. When I was good and lubricated I felt his warm thighs behind me, ready to plunge.

“Tell me you are my cum-drenched slave,” he said. Breathless with anticipation I whispered his command and in a split second he entered. Every ridge and inch slid inside. I gasped at the intensity. Gripping my hips he thrust in nice and slow, pumping away as I shook.

I slammed back into him as hard as I could, feeling his balls slap against my skin. Deeper he went, the friction exciting every nerve in my body. At once I felt the vibrator shoved inside my pussy as he turned it on to maximum speed. Guiding his cock in and out of my ass he thrust faster, deeper, harder. I moaned and yelled, my body writhing under his controlling ways.

“Tell me what you want me to do right now,” he said.

“Master make me come,” I begged. My body shook as my pulse raced. I was ready to explode. I knew I needed his permission but I couldn’t hold back much longer. Faded candlelight spun and colors spiraled around me, a cacophony of blurred sights that swept me up in its dreamlike manner.

“Please let me come, I’m going crazy,” I pleaded. Finally I heard the magic words.

”Yes slave you have permission,” he said as he pulled out. I felt his ejaculation coat my ass while he hollered like Tarzan. My thighs shook something fierce.

Spent, he lay down next to me, and stroked my sweat-soaked hair.

“I can see by the twinkle in your eyes you enjoyed yourself my slave. We are going to have to work harder on your attitude and listening skills though,” he said.

“Yes master, I am a naughty girl and have so much to learn.”

I felt alive and satisfied, lying in his arms. Our bedroom was a sacred playground where we were free to play, discover and explore. I enjoyed calling my love “master”, for he most certainly knew how to rule over my body.