Tie Me Up [restrained] [female sub] [male dom] [toy play] [good girl]

Transcript

Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up, it's time for a story. I didn't know how much I would like it until after it was all over with.

I'd been keeping those restraints securely fastened to the foot posts of the bed for months. We'd only use them once or twice, always on him and never on me. But today was different.

I wanted to give up control. I wanted to see how it felt to lean into the softness, to allow my body an opportunity to melt down into my space, to fully trust someone to be careful and gentle with my body. At first, all he did was bend me over.

Restraints not necessary, I just laid there and did as I was told. He started pouring oil all over my ass, letting it drip down the backs of my thighs, letting it drip straight from my ass down my pussy. Next, I felt hands wandering, rubbing it all in and making my brain melt at the same time.

When he was finished rubbing it all in, he played particular attention to my clit. He knows exactly where I like to be touched and how I like to be touched. But there was something different about today, having no control, speaking when spoken to, moving when told to do so.

I was loving every moment of it, and it didn't take long for my brain to be launched into outer space. When he was done exploring with his hands, he grabbed the perfect metal anal plug and just started toying with me, rubbing it back and forth, rimming all around until suddenly I felt the pop when it was inserted. I gasped a little and leaned down into the bed, my cheek pressed firmly against the mattress.

All he said was, good girl, over and over. A little bit of amazement in his voice. He knew that it took a lot for me to relax like this, to give up control like this, and I was so glad I was able to do it with him.

He then started fingering my pussy, one finger and then two, until all fingers were inside of me and he was fisting me, swirling his wrist in circles, my hips circling around in time with him. I started coming and shuddering, arching my back and pushing my ass up into the air. I knew we were going to make a mess and I had prepared accordingly.

But maybe not enough, if this was just the beginning, I had no idea where we were going to end up. When he was finished with his hand, he popped the anal plug out. Another gasp escaped my lips and he took no time to insert a thick dildo into my pussy.

He started soft and gentle at first and then all of a sudden was ramming it into me, over and over, I could feel it hitting my cervix. I was a complete mess. He pulled it out, he knew the sensation and the clenching that happens when I'm about to cum.

He started moving it back and forth quickly over my clit, making me squirt everywhere, I could feel it running down my leg. Another good girl escaped his lips. He moved around to the side of the bed and took my hands gently, placing them in the restraints and tightening up the rope.

I was excited but nervous. It's so hard to be the one who's usually in control, the one who's doing the tying, and now to be the one who's being tied up. He knew that it would take a lot for me to fully relax and submit every inch of myself to him.

He knew how to talk to me, how to touch me, how to make me move in just the right way. Except he then stood up and said he would be right back, and to just stay there, my hips still circling around. Before he left the room, he placed the dildo deep in my pussy and told me not to move.

He left the room and I could hear the oven turn on. He was going to prepare dinner to make sure that I ate in between sessions playing. I'd never had a partner before that wanted to take such care of me, and it was pretty amazing to be honest.

I heard his feet on the stairs, felt his presence as he came back into the room. He kept fucking me with the dildo, making me cum and squirt everywhere. My legs were shaking, my brain was melting, and he kept kissing ever so gently spaces of my body that I didn't even know longed for his touch.

The sides of my knees, all of the tattoos on my legs, all the way up my outer thigh to my hips, my hands and my fingertips, up my arms and across the back of my shoulders. Every sensation brought something new, a new shiver that went through my body. He kept making me cum.

This wasn't about him, but about me releasing every inch of who I was. Of submitting to him completely. And when it was all over with, he made me get dressed.

He didn't pull out his cock as much as I wanted it. He didn't throw me down, climb on top of me and fuck me as much as I wanted him to. He was gentle and he was kind.

He wanted to feed me and nurture me. And in that realization, my emotions took over. This beautiful man who could simultaneously have his way with me, but choose not to.

Because he just wanted me to be. He wanted me to let go and relax. I realized all of a sudden that I could trust him with everything, with my life, with my heart.

And the emotions took over. Tears started welling up in my eyes. There's something interesting that happens when you are restrained.

You have to trust your partner. Were there moments of fear? Was I worried he was going to take advantage? A little bit.

Stories from the past would start to play in my mind, but I would remind myself that I'm not there anymore. I'm here and I'm with him. There's no need to be scared because he has me every square inch.

We laid on the couch together eating pizza, snuggled up, and then he was ready to go again. Two hours of playtime, of making me melt, simply wasn't enough. Dazed and confused, I climbed the stairs, him holding and admiring my ass from behind as he always does.

I had to change the sheets on top of the bed, the protective ones that were now just covered in cum and soaking wet. And we started again, this time with me climbing on top of his lap and telling him how I wanted it, pulling out his cock and sliding down on it. I wanted every inch of him as I had just given him every inch of me.

Lying together afterwards and melting into each other. The depth of connection was something I had never experienced and something that I wanted to hold on to for the rest of ever, or at least however long he would let me. I foresee more nights being tied up, more days laying there doing as I'm told, and many, many more piles of dirty laundry.

Until next time, thanks for listening.