Slave Bondage Sex

Pretty Lil writes about a night of master/slave bondage sex that made her happy:

i was made to kneel on the floor and Master cuffed my hands behind my back. i did the best i could to pleasure and suck him, but it was so hard with my hands restrained and Him gagging me on His thick cock. i was humiliated and embarrassed that i was not able to please Him better.

He must have tired of my attempts because He put me on to the bed face down with my ass up in the air. He’s so considerate to place pillows under me so that i may be more comfortable. i can feel my pussy dripping and the anticipation of not knowing what He will do with me so exposed to Him makes it even wetter. At last i feel his wonderfully thick cock slid all the way into me and fill me up. As my Master begins to pound into me, i feel the most wonderful sensation. My Master grabs me by the hands as He brutally fucks me. That tenderness amid all the roughness makes my heart swell and i feel such love for my Master as He brings me to orgasm over and over again.

After a little more play and many many orgasms, i did my best to please Master and make Him come so that i could take it into my mouth like a good girl. It had been so long since i could hear the jangle of my collar while sucking my Master. When we were done and He had rewarded me with His amazing finger technique, i was so sleepy and would have been so content to lose myself in His covers and curl up sleeping next to Him

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slavedaisy commented on October 9th, 2011 at 8:31 pm:

I remember my first bondage sex experience. It was summer, and I was going to be a junior in college. My brother was a senior and brought a friend of his over one day. I was introduced to Brent, my soon to be first ever Master, by my brother who, unknown to me, was a Master himself. My brother suggested that Brent take me for a morning walk to an old abandoned house located in the woods next to our farm. The house was on a small ridge over the creek that ran through the woods.

My brother was going back to working on some other field, and I didn’t have anything else to do, so I said yes. Brent was carrying a small backpack as we began our walk. It would be about two miles. I had heard it was a place for “making out”, and Brent was very very nice. Little did I know just what my brother and Brent had planned for me.

One mile into the walk Brent stopped and looked at me sternly and said, “You will not speak again from this point on”. That was my first ever order of that nature from anyone except my father, and I obeyed immediately. We walked to a small clearing and he set the pack down. He spoke again sternly and said, “All of your clothes off here”. There was an excitement building in me and I quickly took them off — Brent put them into the pack. He brought out a small strap and quickly tied my hands behind my back. I began to get very excited — I had never felt this way before.

He said, “Kneel”. And I did. He unzipped and pulled out his member, stood in front of me and put it into my mouth. There I was, naked, hands bound behind my back, and sucking on a man’s member through his opened jeans. It was my first bondage blowjob, and I was hooked. I sucked for several minutes before he pulled away from me and said, “Stand up.” I stood. He said, “We have about a mile to go. Whenever I go limp, you must kneel again and get me back straight”. He began to walk again with his member out and pointing straight ahead! I was so delighted. I would service him four more times before we got to the house, and I was so excited I was about to burst. But I never spoke a word, just as ordered.

We walked into the house — it had been kept up by someone — it was nice. He led me into a side room where there were two side-by-side mattresses on the floor. He said, “Kneel”, again. I knelt and as he walked toward, I wanted him to take me on the spot. He, instead, had me suck on him some more until I was shaking. He moved around to my side and took his pants off. Then he pushed the back of my head down, went behind me and pulled my ass up in the air while I was still bound. He thrust into me from behind and begin pumping me. At some point, he ran his thumb down my crack and push it into my other hole. It made me melt into total submission. He continued on and on — I was so overwhelmed with ecstasy, I didn’t know how long we were there. Finally, he pulled out and around to my head, pulled my head to take his member again and quickly begin to spray his jiz onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed as much as I could until he stood up and walked away.

I was exhausted but Brent wasn’t finished with me yet.

He put his pants back on, sat down in a chair in the corner and told me to come over and continue “keeping him straight”. I, still naked and bound, continued sucking him for several more minutes.

When we left, he reminded me of my order not to speak which I obeyed. He said the same rules applied on the return, so I serviced him again four or five more times to keep him straight. I took my time at each stop because I didn’t want it to stop. I was kneeling before a clothed man, naked, bound and sucking on his member. It was the place I needed and wanted to be.

At the end of the trail where he had left his pack, I sucked on him until he shot jiz into my mouth one more time. I was so overcome with satisfaction at having pleasured him, I knew that he was the Master I had been destined to meet.

Brent eventually became my Master, and he taught me many things about the submissive life. He would later give me over to a friend of his, who was my second and is my current Master. And, just as that first day, I am delighted to serve my Master now.

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