My BDSM Bondage Escapades Part 2

Welcome to Part 2 of our BDSM bondage story! If you haven’t checked out Part 1 yet, make sure you give it a read because things are about to get even hotter!

I felt his finger on my neck, slowly being dragged down and down, before it stopped an inch above my arse. It was enough for me, despite being helpless and in possible danger, the lust he made me feel clouded my vision.

“What do you want?” he asked quietly, his finger still on my lower back.

“Take me,” I whispered, almost inaudibly.

I felt him shifting on the bed, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. He wasn’t touching me any more, which was hard to accept. I felt as if the spot he was touching was burning up, begging to feel him again.

I could feel him getting closer to me. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his hard cock touching my pussy. He obviously knew I was ready to take him, and he wasn’t about to waste any time, too. At first, he was only teasing me, making circles around my entrance.

“Please, take me already,” I whimpered, “I want you inside me!”

As a fetish escort, I was shameless in bed. I started begging and begging for him to fuck me, but he was having none of it. He wanted to prolong this moment, torture me with my own lust. I felt his hand travelling up my body from my hip, through my ribs and my shoulder, to finally grab my neck. I got a little scared, I have to admit that, but it was also very arousing. He wasn’t pulling or pushing, he just held my neck for a bit. Then his hand went even higher and he roughly grabbed my hair. I groaned, but I liked it. I was fine with BDSM as long as it wasn’t too extreme. He pulled my head back and leaned forward so that his lips touched my cheek bone. It was a very intimate position, but I felt comfortable with him.

“Tell me, how much do you want this?” He whispered, and I felt his warm breath caressing my skin, making me dizzy.

“Please, I want nothing more than this… Please fuck me… Just take me already…” I moaned, unable to control my own reactions.

He laughed softly, hearing that, and I suppressed a shiver of excitement.

Finally, I felt the head of his cock slipping inside me, and I let out another moan. He wasn’t particularly hung, it wasn’t about this. Maybe it was because of bondage and being controlled, but the way he made me feel was simply unexplainable.

He pushed deeper and deeper, finally fully entering me.

“Yes, yes, please!” I begged him.

He leaned back, his right hand still pulling my hair, while his left one was pushing down my lower back. In this position he was more comfortable, and he was able to start pounding my pussy as hard and as fast as we both wanted.

I knew I was the one that wanted to try bondage, but the helplessness was annoying me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t dictate the tempo or even slightly raise my hips to let him know that I needed more. His dick was sliding in and out of me, making me tighten and strain uncontrollably.

At some point, he stopped holding my hair and grabbed my hips instead. He spanked me a few times, not too hard, but enough to arouse me even more. Then, he held my hips, pulling my buttocks apart and speeding up again.

I kept on begging him to fuck me harder, but he was deaf to my pleas. My moans grew quieter, as I started coming. I heard him grunt, and he pulled out, he probably didn’t want to finish yet. I felt his finger on my clitoris instead, rubbing it gently. This was the worst form of torture I ever felt. I knew BDSM was about control, but this was plainly cruel.

Despite being denied real stimulation, I still came, screaming and wriggling as much as my bonds let me.

“Marvellous,” I heard him murmur, and I felt his finger gently touching my spasmodically tightening entrance.

Once I was done and calmed down a bit, he entered me again. He was more rough now, pushing the whole length inside at one go. He spanked me a couple more times, still not too hard, but hard enough to make my arse feel hot.

I knew he was also close now, I could feel it despite my limited position. It was weird, not being able to do anything besides lying there like a sex doll. Bondage was what I wanted, but I wasn’t used to being passive. Not yet, at least.

My moans got louder and louder, feeling his cock pulsating inside me and his breath quickening. He groaned and stopped for a moment. I wanted to protest, but then I felt his fingers pushing inside my mouth. For the lack of a better option, I let him gag me like this. He started fucking me again, spanking my arse from time to time. I started sucking on his fingers, it felt calming in a way.

I started coming first, even as an fetish escort I wasn’t as good at self-control as he was. He finished soon after, painfully digging his fingers into my hips. Then, he lay on top of me, breathing heavily. It took us a good ten minutes to come back to our senses.

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