An Afternoon of Bondage

It wasn't my first time having sex, or my first session with Sir. It was my first time experiencing rope suspension. I was so excited at the sight of all the rope being layed out, and then I saw the rack being set up. A bit scary and overwhelming. I remember looking up at it the way a child looks up at something in amazement. I got to help Sir put it together, and once that was done, the time came to put the rope around me. First came the small corset around my waist, which I loved, from the beginning when Sir first put it on me to when Sir had to take it off me. Climbing on the bed and moving towards to the rack, Sir introduced a different kind of rope. It was white and much softer than the rope around my waist. My breasts were next to be tied up and every minute of it felt delicious, however, when I saw how the rope was going to be tied up to the rack, a bit of panic set in with a bit of fear, but I was still excited to try it. I felt the bite of the rope, my skin being pulled by the rope. Once Sir made sure that I was ok, the trusty wand came out. It should be known that I am used to having the wand used on my clit when I am on my knees and face down.

This time, however, I didn't last very long before I was begging Sir to let me cum. And since the feeling is intense as usual, I hardly noticed the feeling of rope on my breasts. In typical Sir fashion (not a bad thing to be honest), Sir stopped the wand and grabbed some more rope and tied hoop that is on my collar to the top of the rack. Once again Sir made sure I was ok, Sir turned the wand back on and this time, the intensity multiplied tenfold. After that, I don't remember very much. Sir tells me my eyes rolled back into my head and I came many, many, many times.

After Sir untied the rope that was attached from my collar, all I could do as a reaction was cry. They weren't soft little sobs or heaving wails, I cried enough to feel the tears streaming down my face. I lay down on soft blanket, curled up in a ball and crying for what felt like an eternity, all I could hear was Sir asking if I was ok and it's in moments like these I'm so grateful that Sir is the one I call Sir. I pretty much felt like I had just come undone, and Sir lay next to me, comforting me, cuddling me. The rope on my breasts came off, but thankfully the rope on my waist stayed on for a little longer. It was in this moment that Sir explained to me that, even though I felt like I didn’t last very long, I had been able to last longer than I thought.

The rest of it is kind of a blur. The intensity of the rope suspension kind of left me for a loop and my mind a total blank.

The best part of my session with Sir isn’t just the cuddling afterwards, or the multiple squirting orgasms. It isn’t even the feeling of the hot water all over me from the shower I took. It’s how my body feels the day after, the soreness of my body, the way my pussy and clit feel after being used and best of all, the way my mind is clear of all negativity and thoughts.