BDSM Story A Husband, A Whore, Cuffs and Being Bound.
Erasing the Lines
The handcuffs snapped in place as I thought, " What have I done?"
I had asked John to play games with me, to tie me up and it had been pretty incredible. Somewhere along the line though, things got out of control. It turned John on much more than I would have thought to control me. The first time he had been a bit shy as he bound my hands to the front, feet and then my breasts in a fancy knot that we saw on a website. As he finished and I was bound helpless in a chair, my smooth tits poking from the thick coils; something passed over his eyes like a shadow flying. An evil grin crept onto his face and the rope began to bite into my flesh. It was very sexy having crossed a threshold of trust and pain. I bit my lip and repeated my safe word inside my head over and over. He walked slowly around me, admiring his knot work and my naked body. Then he reached from behind me and pulled my long chestnut hair as he whispered in my ear.
" What's it like to be my whore?"
He sounded very stern and I began to take him seriously. A shiver shot up my spine. When I did not answer he pulled the extra length of rope and the knot tightened on my skin. I jolted upwards and winced in pain.
" Answer when spoken too!"
"John, I really don't like to be spok...."
" You wanted to play these games cause deep down you knew you are a whore who needs to learn discipline. Well, do you want to play or not?"
I nodded, feeling ashamed.
" It feels good to be your whore, John."
Reaching over, he twisted my nipple and I screamed out. I couldn't see him behind me and my frustration and discomfort grew.
This must have pleased him because I could hear him stroking off behind me. I craved his cock but he just watched me bound and helpless and I could hear his movements and his familiar excited sounds.
Finally he came round to me and lifted me from the chair a bit and then kicked the chair away. I was held steady in his arms and then he let me fall to the ground. I was shocked. He climbed on top of me and fucked me hard. My feet were bound close but my knees were free so I had to squirm. He protected my head with his hands but he pumped me mercilessly. At first I was shocked and hurt but it really was a fantasy come true. The harshness of the situation, his total dominance as he used my body... My body exploded as I came harder than ever before!!!
That is why I am nervous as the cuffs lock. My trust in John is waning a bit. My safe word I have reminded him several times today, just in case. Part of me really wants to see that wild fiery look in his eyes again. More than part of me actually. I cant get that wild fuck out of my mind.
