Tied Up, Pinned Down (a true story)

[Ma****]

She whimpered when the last knot tightened. Her arms bound behind her, knees apart and folded beneath her, chest low, a*ss lifted, pu*ssy shame*lessly exposed. A perfect offering. The ropes embraced her body like a second skin—every tension point placed not just to restrain but to sculpt her into submission.

I walked around her slowly, savoring the view. She couldn’t see me—her vision darkened under the blind*fold. But she could feel me. The weight of my presence. The silence between us, charged with unspoken threats and unspeakable pleasures.

Then—snap—a flogger kissed her thi*gh, sudden and soft, almost affectionate. She jolted.

A warm hand followed the sting, tracing her trembling flesh. I cupped her s*ex, slick and eager already, letting two fingers stroke over her c*lit just enough to awaken that greedy ache. Her breath hitched. Her hips twitched forward, chasing the sensation. I withdrew.

“No,” I whispered at her ear, low and deliberate. “Not yet.”

She moaned in protest, and I only smiled as I reached for the p*lug. Cold at first, then warmer as I ran it along her inner th*igh, circling her tight entrance. She froze. Tensed. Yielded.

The p*lug slid into place with firm finality. A whimper. A tremble. Then stillness.

I watched her writhe against the ropes, a puppet straining in delicious uncertainty. My hands resumed their dance—across her back, her br*easts, her neck. She didn’t know what was next: a kiss or a slap, a caress or a crack of leather.

Her mind was adrift, lost in the dark. The absence of sight sharpened every other sense. Every brush of fingertips, every sound of breath, every pause.

I trailed a featherlight touch along her spine, then cracked a short wh*ip across her plugged a*ss. Once. Twice. Three times. She gasped and clenched. Her s*ex pulsed in response.

“You’re d*ripping,” I murmured.

She nodded—or tried to.

“You want to come already?” I asked.

A desperate noise escaped her throat.

“But you haven’t begged,” I said, circling my thumb over her c*lit now, slow and precise. “You haven’t earned it.”

A trembling voice cracked through the air. “Please… Sir… please let me…”

“Louder.”

“Please let me come. I’m aching. I need to… Please!”

I turned the vibrator on, low and insistent, pressing it against her c*lit while I filled her with thick, steady thrusts. Her cries turned to screams, broken and pleading.

But I didn’t let her fall over the edge—yet.

Not until her voice cracked with surrender. Not until her tears mixed with sweat, and her whole body begged, not just her mouth.

And then, only then, I let her break. Let her lose herself in waves of shuddering, messy release. Let her s*quirt, shake, and sob into the ropes.

She collapsed in the aftermath, trembling, breathless, utterly spent.

And I sat down beside her, whispering:

“Good girl. Now rest. You’ll need your strength for round two.”

[Pr****]

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[ju****]

You are gorgeous

[ju****]

I wish to find a beautiful woman like you to serve and love, to be my one and only queen....my life would only be to make you happy. If i had one wish right now it would be for you....sadly you will never see this and i will never have a chance.....hurts so much...to see such beauty and such a hot woman, and knowing im not enough for a lady like you. I just want one to love and serve, but its not meant to be in tnis life....love your pics

[New_to_this_25]

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[tr****]

I need that