As I lay spread-eagled across the cold wooden floorboards of my bedroom in submission position – hands cuffed behind my back by tight ropes – I allow myself to succumb entirely into my submission fantasy.
In my mind’s eye I see him approach me slowly.
He looks at me hungrily – his eyes scanning my naked body from head to toe.
He takes his time examining every curve until he finally speaks:
“Well… What do we have here?”
A shiver runs down my spine at his dominating presence as he looms over me.
“A little submissive whore begging for attention,” he growls softly.
He reaches into his pocket for what seems like an eternity before pulling out a leather strap
“Now listen closely,” he says menacingly while circling me slowly.
“I own every inch of this body – every single drop of blood coursing through these veins.
My heart races eagerly at his commanding words.
Without warning he cracks the strap against my skin.
I cry out at each sharp sting – feeling myself getting wetter by each strike.
He continues unrelentingly until my skin glistens with
His dominance sends spine-tingling shivers through me – filling me up.
Tag: soft bondage
My Submission Fantasy: A Tale of Bondage and Submission
Submissive phone sex when I was a teen wife
I turned eighteen and married my first boyfriend who was 10 years older than me. An army sergeant that I met at the diner I worked in. He took me to my first social function on base in Columbus, Georgia, a “fishbowl” party. I learned that when a man comes into the party, he puts his car keys in a fish bowl. After dinner, drinks, and dessert, the women take turns pulling a set of car keys out of the bowl and matches with the man that belongs to the keys, and then she retires to one of the guest bedrooms for the evening with said man.
Because I was new, I was conveniently matched with the oldest husband in the room. His name was Cecil and he was tall, 6’3″, and skinny. His thick white hair was parted on the side and slicked down. His rheumy hazel eyes leered at me under bushy eyebrows. Seeing my hesitation he said “Don’t worry darling, I won’t bite” and he laughed a rattling laugh at me. I was just a young army wife, I had no idea what to do.
He took me by the hand and led me to the tall antique bed with curtains around the Bed. He slowly and deliberately undressed me. He was paying attention to every detail of my body. When we were both naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his long, thick donkey Dick. He chuckled when he saw my eyes widen.
The old husband laid me on my back, closed my eyes, and started kissing me from my fingertips to my wrist, the inside of my arm. My collar bone, my breasts, my neck, his kisses were exquisite. I started to moan and my pussy started flooding. He fingered me gently over and over until I came on his hand, and then he put his mouth down there and licked me until I came again and again and again. I was delighted and dizzy, and so relaxed when he climbed on top of me and shoved his huge monster cock into my very wet pussy. I gasped at the fullness I had never felt before. I came again. And I hug onto his neck as he pumped me full of his cum. What I thought would be the worst night, turned into the best fucking I had ever received. I knew what that little smirk meant on his wife’s face when we returned to the party. And those Cadillac keys, I will be the first to grab them next time.
Light bondage plays with your special whore.
Light bondage plays with your special whore. A few silk scarves. A little leather in the package. A French tickler on the head of my dominant man’s dick. Silk around the eyes. Focus on the touch. It will be light, soft, and oh so sexy. Making you hard. Come to me love. Come to me in darkness.
After all I am your whore. Your lover. You tease me and I give you everything I possibly can give to you. Lay down next to me. Whisper in my ear all the ways you intend to tie me up. Bind me to you.
This why you are the master, and I am the whore. The Soft bondage of the silk scarves brushing against my skin as I move under you. Feeling your dick inside of me with the French tickler. Knowing you are going to cum in me. Filling me up. Claiming me.
In conclusion the soft and slow love making, you came in me. I hold my legs closed holding your semen in me. In the hopes of making my master very happy. I like all the dicks you give me. I like all the bondage you give me at the same time. Don’t ever stop.