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evemariesaint:

I remember how nice his house was. It was bigger, but not a tacky McMansion. It seemed more classic, somehow. I was nervous when I went inside, and when I’m nervous I pay close attention to objects/details: this particular model of fridge, 5 knives in the butcher’s block, 4 burner gas range with convection oven, and a kitchen island with a bar set: 5 tumblers (was one broken?). Whiskey. Rocks. Ok, calm down.

It had been a while. When his hand reached up my skirt to feel my (already dripping) pussy, I was trying to remember the last time I’d had sex that wasn’t an extreme flavor of vanilla.

“We should go to the bedroom”

“No, I want to see you here. Take your clothes off. Finish your drink, and bend over for me.”

For what seemed like forever, he just waited and watched, and lightly touched me every once in awhile. He was warming me up.

The ropes were out. The toys were lined up on the dresser. 14.

“Go to the shower, baby.”

He ran the tap to the right temperature, and we stepped in. He began to wash me, slowly circling my clit, but never quite getting there. After about 10 minutes, he stopped the water and dried me off with a towel, and told me to get on the bed.

I counted books on the shelves. I counted dildos in sight. I guessed the threadcount of the sheets. I looked for hidden cameras.

“Do you remember your safeword?”

I nodded.

My introduction to rope: so soft, yet so rough when it’s rubbing up against your clit. He gets me hogtied, with a spare piece coming up and around my crotch, rubbing against my clit and ass at the same time, and puts the edge in my mouth. When I move or react to anything, it digs in.

I lost count of the number of plugs and dildos that went into every hole that night. I just knew that he could do whatever he wanted… and that he did. He would bring me to the edge, and suddenly stop everything, ordering me “whatever you do, don’t cum baby… don’t cum yet.”

“Yes sir”

“Good girl. You wait for me to tell you when you can cum.”

I was fucked by every toy I had counted on the dresser when I walked in. He would slap my pussy if he felt me start. He stretched my ass with the largest plug he had.

“Do you want to cum for me now, baby? Do you? What do you want? Do you want to be tied up here all day tomorrow while I go to work? I’ll come home and let you out to go to the bathroom. You’ll be my pretty toy to keep for a while.”

I nod.

“Ok. Cum for me.”

It started slowly, very deep down. I screamed for at least 30 seconds as it peaked, and he kept everything going inside me as I thrashed through my rope. I was shivering, and could vaguely feel a vibrator still going inside of me, and he caressed my cheek softly, pushing back my hair.

“Good girl.”