So I was recounting my first hogtied bondage experience a little bit ago and really had to end the blog much too soon but anyone who has a bondage fetish knows once you start thinking about it. Well lets just put it this way I had to let my fingers do something else other than type and I doubt my mind could focus on the details any more. Not one to leave things unfinished I came back to finish off that rope bondage phone sex blog.
As a little refresher, I was in a hotel room with a complete stranger. Striped naked and laying on the hotel bed with nothing more than creamy white rope twisted and knotted around my body. Every move I did would have that rope rubbing against my pale skin and leaving it a bit pink. In some ways I wanted to move for that rope felt amazing against my skin. I was on my stomach with the rope tying up my ankles to my wrists in a complete hogtie position.
I was vulnerable.
I was excited.
I was ready for anything this stranger could give me.
Or so I thought.
That is when he brought out the nipple clamps from his case. Rolling me over on to my side. My nipples at this point were hard. His fingers flicked them to make them harder and more excited. Pulling on them. He knelt down next to the bed so that both his hands could toy with my bound tits. I could not help but moan. It was in that moment of being lost in the excitement when the nipple clamps came on. Catapulting me back into reality. That I was a bound bitch at the mercy of someone else.
What ever he wanted he could do to me. Those teeth on the nipple clamps made me realize that quickly. For my nipples were on fire. Scratch that my pussy was on fire. He knew this too. For I was no the first girl he had tied up. Nor would I be the last. But I was the only one he had tied up at the moment. So i was the one that mattered.
I was his rope bondage bitch.
His finger looping around the chain that ran between my clamped nipples. Part of me begged with him not to tug at it the other part of me was begging to feel the sexual rush that would happen the minute he did tug at it. He could sense it. That gleam in his eyes told me so.
Before I could think.
Before I could debate what it would be.
He was pulling that chain and plunging his fingers into my dampening pussy. Oh the intensity of it all. This was ecstasy. I am sure of it. Each tug would have his fingers slipping in and out of my pussy.
I was rocking back and forth on my bindings. Letting my skin become raw under the bondage rope. All that mattered was the building orgasm. My first bondage orgasm at the hands of a complete stranger.
Each time I came close he would rock my body in such away that my focus became the bindings and less about my pussy. I was cursing him and praising him at the same time. I was all over the place with my thoughts.
I can say when he did allow me to cum it was intense which I know those who experiment with orgasm edging can agree with.
Perhaps we can create our own rope bondage phone sex fantasy. I could be the sexy stranger to hogtie you.
Devon Smith
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