Immobility

By lunaKM on January 7, 2008

After putting my wrist braces on I prepared myself for what Master had planned.

He handed me a couple ear plugs and explained that not only was I going to be tied to the bed using our new tie down points, but I was going to be thrown into sensory deprivation. He secured thatdamngag in my mouth and then blindfolded me. I began to sink into myself as the sounds of my breathing were the only thing I could hear.

He helped me into the middle of the bed and stretched my hands to the upper corners. I could feel the rope wrapping around my braces. I was sure he’d be careful but I also wanted to be careful myself. I knew that I could not pull on them even if I wanted to. He tied them quite tightly, but made sure that I couldn’t twist my wrists the wrong way.

With shock I nearly jumped when he slapped my breasts, feeling them bounce up and down as he batted them in his hands. He sucked on my nipples, nibbling them. I see-sawed between that sinking feeling and gasping for air. He made sure that I didn’t go far. Down my legs he spread them really wide and went to work tying my thighs up high and then my feet down low. I couldn’t tug on them at all. I was exposed and getting chilled.

His fingers caressed me again, this time on my inner thighs. He pinched and pulled, slapped and tugged on my inner thighs, moving up to my fat pussy and did the same thing. Teasing and pinching the lips, flicking my clit and plundering my hole. It was feeling so good, and I was fighting the urge to struggle in the rope. I didn’t want to hurt myself and ruin it.

The next thing I felt was the octocrop on my inner thighs and then my pussy mound. I was wincing and shivering in the pain. It was good and bad. I wanted to float but the sting feeling was yanking me back into the here and now. I enjoyed the slapping, I enjoyed his hands on me, torturing me and teasing me.

Then the sensations changed. He got more sensual and sexually aggressive. I could feel the bed moving and knew he was stroking himself while he played with me. His fingers danced all over my pussy, teasing and stroking the pleasure centers he knew would make me tremble. It felt so good.

He leaned down and his tongue teased my clit, the warm wetness of his mouth on my pink bits was wonderful. I love that he knows exactly how I like it, the pressure is just right, the soft teasing drives me wild. He sunk his finger into my pussy while he licked me. I wanted to get out of my ropes so badly. I wanted to grab his head and press it into my pussy. I needed to buck against him.

The dark, heavy sounds of my breathing drummed in my ears. The trembling I could feel beginning in my toes was so good. And Master was so good at the ebb and flow. He’d bring me so close to the edge and then backing off. I thought for awhile that he’d never let me come.

And then something dawned on me. I was gagged. How was I going to ask to come? Would grunting work, should I assume that I was allowed to if I could tell that this was his goal?

He moved up to my chest and continued stroking himself. I could tell he was getting close. I wanted so bad to feel him, I arched as best I could, closer to him. I could feel his come hit my breasts and belly. It turned me on knowing that he was marking his territory so to speak.

He dived back down on me, working more aggressively and I trembled and shook, I bucked as much as I could and finally I just let the sensation overtake me. I came, I came hard and all was good.

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