Bondage Blog

Here’s an excerpt from a woman’s “beautiful fantasy“, in which she’s handcuffed and teased until “No” turns into “Yes”:

“I hate you. I hate you for the fucking rollercoaster ride! You show up here at 3AM and what? What do you want? Just go!!”

He grabs me and pulls me closer. Now it’s out of principle. I am melting, I can feel my legs weakening, I can feel the wetness between my legs, I can feel my nipples hardening. But mostly, I can feel his hard cock up against me.

“NO. I am not falling for it again. You are going to feel guilty tomorrow and disappear again. No.”

But he won’t let me go. He just pulls me closer and closer until I cannot even struggle. He goes to kiss me. And I bite his lips. He pushes me against the wall and grabs my face. “Oh no, you want me. I know you want my cock inside of you and I need to be inside of you. I’m sorry, its what we both want.”

He pulls out his handcuffs and he handcuffs my hands. Stunned, I say: “Stop it, what are you doing?!?”

“Exactly what you and I want! But you know I can’t control you when you are freaking.”

He grabs me and carries me up the stairs. And leans me against the bed. I feel helpless, I am speechless and I am so fucking turned on. He’s nibbling on my ear and telling me how badly he needs me. He’s working his way down my neck.

“Please don’t, and please uncuff me” I say in a very quiet voice.

“I’m not going to. I like you when you are submissive. I like when you are like a little girl, I like when you pearce me with those green eyes.”

He leans me back on the bed and his lips are working their way down to my breasts. He is circling my nipples with his tongue — I’m gone — I love when he plays with my breasts. I have given in. “You win” I say.

“I know, just relax.” He nibbles at my breasts and then bites my nipple hard. It stung but it sent a spark down to my clit. My goodness, I really liked it. I could hear myself moaning. Was that me?

He worked his way down my stomach to my inner thighs; I could feel his tongue just teasing me, I could feel the juices begin to flow. I have no patience, I need him. My hands are still cuffed, I can’t even reach for him. I am at his mercy. He pulls me to the end of the bed, so that he can easily kneel and take what he wants…