Christian & Me (M/F)

[emily-a]

This is from when I was quite young (but not underage, mind you) and seeing a man, Christian, about ten years older. It´s a pretty explicit sexual story, with a bunch of for-adults-only dirty-talk and language, so if you don´t want that sort of thing, please don´t read it.

We´d discussed it all in advance, so it was basically just acting out my own fantasies, with some ideas of his own added to it (and approved by me).

He was nice, blonde, handsome, and well-educated. I was silly, dark-haired, unsure about the looks, and struggling hard to stay awake in classes so I could become a little educated too. He was a lot more experienced than me, and made me a lot more experienced too.

He came to my apartment – finally! I´d been waiting all afternoon! – and we started playing almost the moment he came in, having decided in advance what we were going to do and eager to get on with it.

He asked me if I was feeling subby. Of course I was – I´d masturbated twice earlier out of longing for this. He wanted to test me so he told me to get down on all fours and I followed obediently behind him on hands and knees. He told me to roll over and played fetch with me and I walked back to him on my hands and knees and carrying his keys in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised and patted my head. The little warm-up exercise over, he let me stand up again. He gave me a kiss, and then slipped the handcuffs around my wrists. His pet became his slave and I tingled all over. He gagged me and put a leash and collar on me.

He led me around and gave me some instructions on what I was expected to do for him today. Like make him coffee and exactly how he wanted it and some other things. And he´d had a long day so I´d better not disappoint him. Had I understood?

I nodded my head and he ungagged me so I could repeat back the instructions to him. I did, but got something wrong and so ended up lying across his lap, receiving a good spanking.

I got it right on the next try and he took the cuffs off me, which wasn’t as exciting as having them put on, but they would have made it difficult to carry out my duties.

I obeyed his orders to the best of my abilities, which as usual wasn´t quite good enough. He started getting annoyed and angry with me, and I started getting turned on.

I promised I would do better and wouldn´t disappoint him again. He decided to give me one more chance… and again I failed to meet my Master´s exacting standards.

He grabbed me firmly, twisted my arm painfully (but not too painfully) behind my back, grabbed my hair with his other hand. I objected in vain, put up a bit of a fight in vain, and was marched off to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed.

I begged forgiveness, promising to do better, as he sat astride my chest and put my wrists inside the soft nylon cuffs with Velcro straps, attached to ropes that were tied off under the bed. (My bed wasn´t particularly well-designed for being tied to, so this kind of thing was a must- have.)
It would be wrong to say my pleas had no effect on him at all, because they did result in a big ballgag filling up my mouth and keeping me quiet.

I made protest sounds through the gag as I watched him unbutton and pull off my pants. He then strapped the ankle cuffs around my ankles and he had me secured in a spreadeagle position on the bed.

He talked to me sternly. Said things that would be offensive anywhere else, but turned me on here. After he´d lectured me – and I had communicated, as best I could, how sorry I was about being so useless to him – he started turning his attention to my body. Maybe he could find some use for me after all, he said.

His hands touched me all over, my legs, through my panties, T-shirt, sliding up under the T-shirt and caressing my tits. He wanted to know if it turned me on, being so helpless and completely in his hands?

I denied it, shaking my head, trying to protest.

He didn´t believe me. “Then why are you moaning like a slut when I touch you?” He slid his hand inside my panties. “Why are you wet like a whore?”

He used a pair of scissors and started cutting off my clothes, which is always a huge turn-on for me. (I was wearing “sacrifice clothes” – sometimes I browse thrift stores looking for good clothes for this purpose.) He cut off my shirt, caressed me some more, got rid of my bra, caressed more. I made protest sounds and then my panties were lying on the floor as well.

He asked me again if I was really turned on. I admitted it now. He continued with the dirty-talk, his hands and mouth on me all the time. “Do you love being totally helpless and all mine? Does it make you so horny? Do you want me to fuck you real good?”

And I´d gotten wet just from having him put the handcuffs on me.

I nodded my head and made little affirmative sounds to everything he said, instinctively straining against the ropes, so turned on.

If it wasn´t for the gag, he asked, would I be begging and pleading with him to fuck me?

I nodded my head, almost desperately. He said he wanted to hear it and removed the ballgag from of my mouth so I could speak.

I begged him, said anything he wanted. He got me to say it was my greatest wish in life to be his helpless fucktoy and to have his ballgag in my mouth and his cock in my pussy.

He patted me on the head and put the ballgag back in my mouth. That´s all he needed to hear from me.

He continued stroking my hair while his other hand was between my legs. He said he usually didn´t listen to silly little slavegirls, but my pussy was so wet he thought I really was the kind of mindless human fucktoy I was acting like. (Or words to that effect; it made me melt inside with subby humiliation.) So he would take the time to fuck me, and wouldn´t that be really nice for me?

Lying like that, horny as hell, watching helplessly as he stood up and began undressing, seeing him very hard and ready for me… mmmm.

He started fucking me and asked if it was a privilege for me to have his cock inside me? Was I happy to be totally his now? Did I want him to fuck me even harder?

I could only make gag-sounds which he correctly interpreted as yes.



He stayed the night and I woke up early next morning (I always do) and felt incredibly horny again (I always do upon waking up.)

I started waking him up, kissing him, caressing him. I wanted to do it again. He pointed out how early it was. I told him sorry, but suggested he could get really angry with me and teach me a lesson. Please.

I managed to wake him get him turned him on. He got annoyed with me, rolled on top of me and held my hands down against the bed next to my head. You wanna be fucked, huh? Yes, Master. Please.

He put the cuffs around my wrists and ankles and we did it again.

When we woke up again, a few hours later, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to again. To get me off his back, he taped my arms and then my legs together. He let me lie on the bed and squirm while he got up, had breakfast, got ready for the day.

He came back when he was about ready to leave. He removed the tape and instead put the cuffs on me again. Except he left one hand free this time. He said I could use to make myself orgasm. In fact, I´d better give myself one, or he´d tie that hand too and leave me there like that, since it seemed I couldn´t control myself otherwise.

I started masturbating while he sat on a chair next to the bed, had a cup of coffee, watched. After a while, he checked the time and told me if I had to be a whore, could I at least hurry up, because he had to leave in a minute. The kind of humiliating little comment that probably did help bring me off just a little quicker.

I was untied as promised (no, he wouldn´t really have left me like that anyway). And he really did have to leave after that.

I don´t know how long it was until next time we played, but no doubt I started looking forward to it later that same day.


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[Dpsiic]

Amazing Story Emily, very jealous of Christian

[TightsBound]

Great story! I always love reading about you tied up and played with. Thanks for sharing!

[011020]

Amazing story, your description of what happened as well as the detail is fantastic! I would imagine you were tingling at some points with anticipation, can only begin to imagine how excited the 2 of you must have been doing this

[Niceandtight31]

Sounds like a hell of time,someone knew how to treat you right

[Flyingvulture]

Fantastic!

I'm happy you had such a great time, the way you describe it, the passion you imprint on the story reflects just that

[MrBind]

You write really well--very good story!

[brittanydeel864]

Erotic yeah.