RV Bondage
Fun time for Biker And Teacher:
I got everything ready and called my husband into the room requesting assistance from him. As he walked in, I stood naked in my high heels, and I dangled the cuffs in my hand and gave him my best, “I have some fun in mind” smile. To the bed, I bound The Biker. He complied with all my wishes, because he knew, oh yes he knew, we were both in for an exciting night. His hands and feet were bound with the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and tethers. I bound him tightly, so there was no way for him to escape. I felt so naughty, so sexy, as I placed the blind fold over his eyes, so that he could not peek. He had to rely on his sense of touch, taste and smell.
Slow, that was the key to this experiment in seduction. Slow. The Biker’s cock was already hard, just from the erotic nature of being bound. I know it arouses him to know that he is under my control, but he also knows that he can trust me thoroughly. Trust me on many levels; trust me to have a good time, trust me to pleasure him, trust me to not intentional hurt him. Trust is an important part of bondage.I pulled a feather, almost translucent it was so pale, out from under the pillow. I unhurriedly dragged the soft plume, across my tits and teased the lips of my pussy. I sighed and The Biker asked what I was doing.
“I am touching myself, pretending it is you.”
“You don’t have to pretend, come here, baby” he said as he tried to reach out to me, in the direction of my sigh, however the confines of his restraints left him short of my body.
“You will find out soon enough, honey, soon enough what I have in mind for you,” I whispered to him.
