Pre clamp
"I want to tie you up, Marie."
It was the first time, I was given a hint of what he liked. Since that first night, I have been tied up 115 times in countless positions, suspended, spread, stretched, to be fondled and these new, dark passions well-explored. I’ve done yoga for 12 years and since I met my lover in the yoga class he taught, he knew what my little body was truly capable of.
There is an enormous rush of passion in his eyes when he stands back and sees today’s final product: I’m tied over a vinyl covered saw horse, of sorts. I’m suspended from the ceiling by the long leather gloves that cover both my whole arms to my fingers, chains wind through the decorated loops to hold me firmly in place. The balls of my feet and toes perch on the floor and when I relax them as they begin to cramp, my weight is balanced between the suspension chains on my arms and places intense pressure between my legs. The exhaustion, arousal and tenderness are compounded by my lover’s desire to be in my mouth from time to time. His hands in my hair arching my back painfully, stretching my neck until I can barely breath. Then pushing my head violently onto his cock, pushing me down onto the hardwood horse between my legs. He bites my nipples and slides his hand over my ribs and down my belly to draw lazy circles around my clit. My body is covered in hot steam and the need to be released, both from this torturous position and to come. Oh, god, I need this to make me come.
"Marie, you are soaking wet." His fingers move roughly inside me and my tender little lips, so abused from the vinyl saw horse are alive as he spreads pinches and slaps them. The tingles are excruciating. (Not unlike when my leg falls alseep at work at my desk, but INTENSE.) I'm bucking against his fingers spreading my lips open and he bites my mouth. It feels like he inhales my screams. And oh god, the pain... the pleasure. All I Can do is scream and ride his fingers, the waves of pain pulling my arms, neck and calves, down my entire body. I'm panting and hot and sweating and my scalp feels cold hot burn from his fists pulling on my long blond streaked sweat soak locks. He pulls out of my mouth, a huge puddle of my spit and his precum spill out and drop down my chin. I feel it hit between my breasts and the coolness of the air as he moves my body to fuck my mouth again. I'm screaming against his pubic hair in my nose and face, as he pushes past the point where I can breathe. I count. 1...2....3...4...5 and he pulls out.. again... 1...2...3...4...5. and my gasps fill my desperate lungs
He licks the tears coming down my cheeks as I rush for breath. I exist between the flood of the coming orgasm and the extraordinary pain in my legs, arms, back and oooh my calves! Every time he slides his hands to warm my legs up and down with his large calloused hand, my body jumps like burned. Everything was on fire.
Then he brings out something called clover clamps.
It was the first time, I was given a hint of what he liked. Since that first night, I have been tied up 115 times in countless positions, suspended, spread, stretched, to be fondled and these new, dark passions well-explored. I’ve done yoga for 12 years and since I met my lover in the yoga class he taught, he knew what my little body was truly capable of.
There is an enormous rush of passion in his eyes when he stands back and sees today’s final product: I’m tied over a vinyl covered saw horse, of sorts. I’m suspended from the ceiling by the long leather gloves that cover both my whole arms to my fingers, chains wind through the decorated loops to hold me firmly in place. The balls of my feet and toes perch on the floor and when I relax them as they begin to cramp, my weight is balanced between the suspension chains on my arms and places intense pressure between my legs. The exhaustion, arousal and tenderness are compounded by my lover’s desire to be in my mouth from time to time. His hands in my hair arching my back painfully, stretching my neck until I can barely breath. Then pushing my head violently onto his cock, pushing me down onto the hardwood horse between my legs. He bites my nipples and slides his hand over my ribs and down my belly to draw lazy circles around my clit. My body is covered in hot steam and the need to be released, both from this torturous position and to come. Oh, god, I need this to make me come.
"Marie, you are soaking wet." His fingers move roughly inside me and my tender little lips, so abused from the vinyl saw horse are alive as he spreads pinches and slaps them. The tingles are excruciating. (Not unlike when my leg falls alseep at work at my desk, but INTENSE.) I'm bucking against his fingers spreading my lips open and he bites my mouth. It feels like he inhales my screams. And oh god, the pain... the pleasure. All I Can do is scream and ride his fingers, the waves of pain pulling my arms, neck and calves, down my entire body. I'm panting and hot and sweating and my scalp feels cold hot burn from his fists pulling on my long blond streaked sweat soak locks. He pulls out of my mouth, a huge puddle of my spit and his precum spill out and drop down my chin. I feel it hit between my breasts and the coolness of the air as he moves my body to fuck my mouth again. I'm screaming against his pubic hair in my nose and face, as he pushes past the point where I can breathe. I count. 1...2....3...4...5 and he pulls out.. again... 1...2...3...4...5. and my gasps fill my desperate lungs
He licks the tears coming down my cheeks as I rush for breath. I exist between the flood of the coming orgasm and the extraordinary pain in my legs, arms, back and oooh my calves! Every time he slides his hands to warm my legs up and down with his large calloused hand, my body jumps like burned. Everything was on fire.
Then he brings out something called clover clamps.
4 years ago