Bondage Stories With Blondie My Own Sex Goddess

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Blondie had had me over earlier in the year when I was still really hurting from K. After a bottle of red and a whole heap of ego boosting flirting we ended up fucking. But not just any old fucking, she really treated me to her A-game.

In her bedroom she took control, stripped me, bondage taped me to her bed and blindfolded me. She played with my cock as she kissed me, getting me hard (this took all of about 5 seconds) and then padded out of the room.

After what was probably five minutes, but which felt like more than ten, I could hear the muffled clip-clop of her heels on the wooden floor as she returned to her room. She opened the door and didn’t say a word. I heard the click of the door close then nothing. I was so hard. Hard thinking about her looking at me, hard in anticipation of her mouth, of her hands, of the feeling of being inside her again. The double click of heel then toe of her shoes on the floor was like a drum roll of anticipation as she walked towards the bed. The percussive steps came round to my side and stopped. Her warm hands floated lightly over my naked exposed body, taut from straining against my bonds, hot from wine and arousal. Suddenly her mouth was on mine, her soft insistent tongue parting my lips and engulfing me in warm wet words.

“I’m going to take off your blindfold and you’ll keep your eyes closed you understand?”

“Ok”

She twisted my nipple. Not too hard, but hard enough to make me wince.

“Ok? No, no, no, ‘Yes Mistress'”

Ahhhh….ok so that’s the way we’re going are we? Well that’s fine by me. I rarely get to be the one who just lies back and gets taken care of so this I am down with.

“Sorry Mistress. Yes, I’ll keep my eyes closed”

Off came the blindfold, down stayed my eyelids. The clip clop of expensive shoe on wood moved round to the bottom of the bed and stopped.

“Open your eyes”

I did as I was told. In front of me was Blondie, she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail which only served to highlight the heavy, smokey eye make up she’d put on for me. Her full lips were a glossy red. She had put on dark green latex underwear….the bra was a demi-cup, offering up her bare nipples, already hard and proud in the softly lit room. A latex bow was tied in the middle. The knickers were high cut around the ass, allowing her curvy ass cheeks to roll under. I was gobsmacked. No one has ever gone to that much effort or looked that overtly sexual for me. And I was tied down to her bed unable to move. To say I was tuned on is the understatement of the year.

Blondie went on to tease, use, fuck and blow my mind for the next hour. I left happy, drained and feeling almost mildly stoned from how much I’d been hyperventilating and how hard I’d cum. Whilst I know she likes me and as well as the sex we’ve infrequently enjoyed, I really appreciate how much effort she went to for me at that stage. It may sound just like some pretty awesome sex, but I think it was delivered with a lot of care and thought too, dirty sex delivered with a caring hand.

Since then we’d messed around a little but nothing too full on, however we’d been flirting heavily. She’d shared this site with me one Sunday which was all about restraint, sensory deprivation, vibrators and all sorts. The girls in it were really hot, with the scenes pretty inventive too. I found it a massive turn on watching what she sent. I love receiving porn links from girls – it’s like a privileged window into her desires, what turns her on.

As her flatmate was away she invited me over saying she wanted to cook me dinner as thanks for something I’d done to help her. I went home after work and showered, trimmed my pubic hair (I think if girls can, then surely we can put the effort in to a little downstairs grooming), put a nice Pinot Noir in my bag along with lube, a roll of bondage tape and headed over. If I’d have gotten run over and killed whilst on my ride over there, any Paramedics going through my stuff would have been shaking his head not just at another senseless loss of life, but at the injustice and cruelty of this loss not happening on the way back from wherever I was headed.

We hugged and I followed her in, walking into her front room, it was warm, verging on hot, filled with the aromas of cooking food. She was wearing a slightly comical outfit, a white virginal chintzy dress and ugg boots (“What? They’re comfy!”) blonde hair was worn down and that same red lipstick on. I poured wine from an open bottle and walked over to look at what she was cooking. As she stood stirring the pot I looked over her shoulder. My hands held her hips pulling her back into me and I kissed the nape of her neck, grazing my lips on her – she smelt soft. Shampoo and perfume. She sighed, turning her head around as my lips met hers. As I her in front of me we kissed intimately, slowly, an affectionate greeting as much as a compulsion unable to be suppressed. My hands slid forwards and up to settle on her breasts, our tongues moving faster as she arched her back and pushed her ass into me. I pulled away smiling at her and turned a wooden chair out from the table behind us, sitting down to talk as she finished cooking. She tasted of scotch.

Amongst generally shooting the shit, over dinner we talked about her ex as well as guys she had been messing around with. She envies the luck I’ve had with dates, saying that on the one hand she’s happy for me, but on the other it frustrates her that I keep on managing to meet, if not keepers, people who are good looking and good in bed. Seems the guys she’s been dating haven’t really been too much to speak of enough enough departments, she’s just not had much luck. The guys she’s been messing about with have either been dicks, or overly enthusiastic (for example, one was early 20’s was dull and immature but in possession of “a gargantuan cock though”). She’s going to waste. If we hadn’t have been friends first I’m sure we’d have definitely gone out with each other — maybe had a crazy 6 months blowing each others minds, ruining each other for the next before we’d fall out and not speak for years (if our trip to France is anything to go by anyway).

I started to clear our plates away and take them into the kitchen. She told me to leave it and to open another bottle of wine. As I did, she bent over and began loading plates into the dishwasher – only she was bent at the waist, her legs straight so her dress was riding up and I could see the black lace panties underneath. I walked over and reached between her legs, my hand cupping her lips. She didn’t jump, didn’t straighten up, just stopped what she was doing and enjoyed the firm but gentle manipulation of my fingers. I delivered a short sharp slap to her ass and told her to take her dress off. This she obediently did standing there barefoot (thankfully) in front of me in black Myla underwear. My hands pulled her into me by her bum as our mouths locked and we kissed deeply, then more fervently as the arousal rose in us.

Picking her up I pushed her up against the wall, the hot skin of her back making contact with the cool smooth surface as I ground myself into her, pinning her there with my mouth and hardening cock. Looking into her eyes I told her I was going to fuck the shit out of her tonight, her eyes smiled as she moved forwards to kiss me again biting my tongue. I pulled my head back and away and told her that tonight I was in charge. Still holding her into me I walked us to her bedroom, our eyes locked. Pushing the door open with her back and a thrust of my groin I threw Blondie onto the bed and stood over her devouring her curves with my eyes. Blondie is not a tidy girl. Clothes were strewn around the room and her blinds were open. I picked up a peach coloured blouse and draped it over the lampshade by her bed, throwing a softer, warmer light over the bed and her body that I would soon make mine.

“You’re my slut tonight, you will do as I say you understand?”

She nodded.

“I said do you understand?” I punctuated this with a gentle slap in her face (along with various other pain meted out on her, she likes this)

“Yes sir, sorry, I’m your slut tonight”

“Good, now I want you to take your underwear off and play with yourself for me”

I joined in the disrobing by taking my shirt off as I watched her slide her underwear down her shapely legs. Instead of lying back, she turned over and got on her knees, pushing her ass in the air as her hand rubbed her clit between her legs. I tried to stand there watching impassively but my cock wouldn’t let me be that guy, so I pulled her towards me and started to hungrily tongue her asshole, my hands reaching forwards, holding her tits as she played with herself.

Spanking her and pushing her over I told her to lie on her back.

Picking up some tights that were lying on the floor I tied one hand to the frame of her bed, her eyes lit up as I did this. Tying up the other one tight so she had very little movement, I kissed her hard – turned on at how vulnerable and available she was now. I couldn’t wait to own this little slut for the night. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts, planting slow, wet kisses on each nipple before kissing my way down to her pussy to grace it with a long, slow, lingering lick, tasting her wetness before I slid my way to the end of the bed and stood up, retracting my touch from her. A wry smile crept across my face as I stared into her questioning eyes, I looked at her naked exposed body there, her breasts pert and standing proud pushed up from her stretched and arched back. I watched her close and flex her thighs as she tried to put pressure on her clit, her questioning eyes still locked on mine. With no explanation I turned around and walked out of the room.

I returned with the bondage tape retrieved from my bag. Throwing it on the bed next to her I walked round to the side of her and ran my hands up and down her body, not staying in any one place, just lightly making contact with all of her skin. I stood up and slowly undid my jeans, then hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear I pulled them both down, my hard cock springing up – Blondie’s eyes were transfixed on me.

Picking up the tape, theatrically I unrolled a two foot piece in one go and tore it off from the roll. Not a word had been spoken since I had told her to play with herself.

“I’m going to blindfold you”

“Yes” she said. Just a little too quickly.

I wrapped the tape once, then twice around her eyes. Sticking to itself, the light was entirely put out from her eyes; her world now consisting solely of sounds, textures, suggestions and my intentions.

Holding Blondie’s head firmly in my hands, I started to plant soft kisses on her lips – she’d try to kiss me back but I’d just hold her head to the pillow and pull back. Things were on my terms. I started to kiss her with greater sexual intent, my tongue lazily sliding around with hers as I got more turned on. I carried on just kissing her like this for 5 or so minutes – she was getting more and more turned on, pressing her legs together and squirming on the bed, her chest and face were flushed red. I stood up again and told her to open her legs wide and to not move. My hands gently stroked up and down her smooth legs, from foot to knee, from calf to thigh, inching ever closer to her smooth pussy. Moving onto the bed I began to kiss the inside of her thighs as my hands kept wandering over her body. Her breath was quicker now, soft moans of frustration were involuntarily coming from her. I couldn’t wait any longer to touch her, so god knows how she was feeling. I ceased all contact and lay looking up at her.

She was breathing heavily and as she tried to close her legs I slapped her thigh,

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“Did I tell you that you could close your legs?”

“No”

A red palm print began to appear.

I moved up and taking her nipples between my fingers I twisted them firmly, the pain making her shout in surprise.

“I told you you were to only do as I said”

“Yes daddy, I’m sorry”

Daddy? My cock twitched harder (Hearing a girl say Daddy to me has since turned into a weakness of mine.)

“Yes. You will be…..now you keep those legs wide open, and don’t you dare close them”

And with that I left the room.

I’d picked my phone up on the way out and I sat with a glass of wine in her front room checking messages, looking at facebook and generally amusing myself and tormenting Blondie. You see I knew that she was there tied powerless to her bed with no way of quelling the desire that I had started to build in her, that she’d be thinking about what was next, listening to hear what it was I was doing, turning herself on even more.

I walked silently on the balls of my feet back to her bedroom, opened the door and closed it with a single click behind me. She was there with her legs still open, her chest heaving in frustration. I stood there silently, 10 ft away from her. She uttered one word – almost a whimper,

“Please…”

Enough was enough. I padded over to her,

“You’ve been a good girl for me…and Daddy always gives his good girls what they deserve”

I knelt in the centre of the bed with my head between her legs. With nothing touching her I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from her. I breathed my hot breath onto her and then with a wet open mouth I kissed her clit several times, each kiss was like an electric shock to her, her whole body jerking as my lips made contact. I started to blow softly onto her clit, my hands now either side of her pussy, thumbs stroking up and down just outside of her lips.

“Pleeeaassee touch me…..pleeeaassse, I need you so badly, I need it!”

One thumb pulled above her clit exposing it more, the other slid up and down her wet lips and when I say wet I mean it was ridiculous how wet she was, ridiculous but not surprising given the circumstances. She moaned in gratitude at my touch and I rewarded her by the beginnings of the rest of the night, my tongue making contact with her clit for the first time, softly, barely grazing it, bathing it in the soft caresses of my tongue. Licking my finger I ran it over and on her clit in slow, slow circles, barely touching her. As I did this I was talking dirty to her, telling her what I’d been thinking about her over the past few days. Talked explicitly to her about our trip to France and some of the other things we got up to in an apartment we went on to stay in. As I did this I held her legs wide open, I was driving her crazy I knew and I loved it. I stopped talking and with both hands exposed her swollen clit more. My tongue took over from my finger, starting to lick her properly, lapping up and down her pussy lips. I slowly slid my middle finger inside her for the first time. She covered me up to the knuckle in soft, wet perfection, the end of my finger pressing onto her g-spot making her moan and arch her back.

“Lift your legs up to your tits, I want to play with that ass too”

Doing as she was told I spat onto her asshole. Holding her legs in place I began to massage her tight little ring and as she relaxed I felt her yield, the tip of my finger entering her as she inhaled in time. I returned my tongue to her clit again now, my finger remaining inside her, not pushing any further, not pulling back. With my other hand I started to slowly fuck her with my finger again, building into a steady rhythm – every now and then my finger would curl up touching on her g-spot teasingly. I spat on my finger again and began to slide my finger further into her ass. Once she had relaxed into this I began to fuck her at a counter rhythm to the two fingers I was now fucking her pussy with. She was straining against her bonds, moaning and calling my name in between snatched breaths. I was now flicking her clit with my tongue in a fast regular rhythm, my fingers playing her in ways that were making her lose her mind.

You know those ‘lost in sex’ moments? I mean in a zen way where you disappear entirely in the moment, well she was certainly there, moaning, glazed and not entirely in the room I don’t think. I didn’t want her to cum yet, I wanted to draw this out for a while yet. Plus I was really fucking turned on myself.

So moving up I lay between her legs, my weight on top of her for the first time, my hard cock was pressed up against her, our stomachs pressed together and I lay there. My face was inches from hers.

“You don’t get to cum yet you slut. You only get to cum when I allow it”

I slapped her hard. From out of nowhere. I imagine the shock took away from the force of the blow but the ringing and white lights behind her closed eyes would push their way through.

My lips met hers and she kissed me back slowly, wary from the blow reminding her who’s she was. As our tongues swirled together I ground my cock onto her. Then kneeling up I straddled her chest, my dick inches from her face. She opened her mouth and in her blind state moved her head forwards searching for my cock, I took it in hand and guided myself into her soft willing mouth. She started just by taking the head of me in her mouth, circling around me with her tongue – it was considered, not caught in the moment – and it felt amazing. She then started to bob her head back and forth, her mouth engulfing my rock hard cock, glistening with her saliva and my pre cum in the soft light. There was no subtlety to this moment at all, just lustful action. I started to wank myself as she sucked on the bulbous hard head of me. I held her hair and started to thrust forward and fuck her mouth. I reached round and began to play with her clit, my cock enjoyed the vibrations from her moans as her tongue swirled round it.

This was getting all too much, I’d been playing with Blondie for what must have been 30 minutes and this was the first time my aching cock had been getting some much needed attention. I pulled myself out from her mouth, moving back down the bed I threw her legs open and placed my cock on her by now swollen lips and at last slid myself into her. Though she was incredibly wet, she was tight too, I could feel her stretching to accommodate me — her pussy feeling so fucking hot in every way. I buried myself in her fully with one slow, unrelenting movement, my desire for her an unstoppable force which would destroy her if only to own her in this moment . She let out a deep moan of relief and pleasure. Holding myself up above her with straight arms so only my thick cock was in contact with her, I pulled all the way out before slamming myself back into her, the smack of our bodies echoed in the room, harder, louder, faster. She started to moan louder now as I fucked her which only served to increase the power, the sight of her pretty features twisting in pleasure from my cock, her hands bound to the bed unable to do anything other than be fucked by me, her beautiful body rendered a vessel to take and receive whatever I required of her made me start to lose any sense of anything other than us. Moving onto my knees and holding her legs wide apart I started to really pound her beneath me, my breath shallow and rapid, serving only to nourish a primeval and animalistic side. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of my fucking, my hands moved onto them, pulling her onto me and holding her down as I bore down into her. One hand closed around her throat, licking my thumb I started rubbing her clit with the other as I continued with the relentless pace, my muscles burning from the extended sprint, my cock burning too, she felt so good on me. Blondie’s mouth was a black hole, gaping wide, her face troubled and red, a choked gurgling sound was coming from her throat, she was close to cumming…

SMACK!!!

Whilst still holding one leg up I’d spanked her hard. It broke her out of her trance and brought her back into the room. I pulled out of her, edged further down the bed, kissed her clit and then stood up by the side of the bed and did nothing.

“What? What are you doing?”

Nothing.

I said and did nothing. All she could hear was my heavy breath slowly returning to normal. Sweat dripped down my chest.

I walked to the bedside cabinet guessing I would find some lube (yep), taking it out I placed it on her stomach, the cool bottle making her jolt with surprise. Bending down I kissed her on her lips and placed my hand on the side of her face, as I did I unwrapped the tape and gave her one of her senses back. She blinked in the light, soft but bright to eyes which had been plunged into pitch black and an internal world of external forces for a long time now. I moved in between her legs on my knees,

“I want you to watch me now. I want you to see my face, to see my taught body as I fuck you in the ass.” I rested a thumb on her clit as I said this and applied a little pressure. A frown of pleasure passed over her face, as I did this she moved and the bottle of lube rolled off onto the bed. “I want you to be looking into my eyes when I let you cum, I want to see your face as I finally let you cum Daddy’s cock”

“Yes, I so want that. Please…”

Just saying this as I looked at her had gotten me harder. Grabbing a pillow I placed it under her lower back, raising her hips higher. She opened her legs and slowly dropped them down. I picked up the lube, squeezed it onto my dick, closed the cap and then smoothed the cool gel all over me. I placed the tip of my cock on her and started to slowly circle her ass, settling directly on her. I gave her a questioning look to make sure she was ready,

“Fuck me, I want you to use my ass”

Excellent.

I pushed forwards a little and felt the tip of me push inside her. I began to play with her cunt as I did this, rubbing from inside her wetness up and over her clit then back again. I pushed further into her, our eyes locked in lust, watching the other for the first time since I’d tied her up. It’d been an hour she’d been powerless, submitting to my will. Edging myself back out I then slid back further into her, the feeling tighter, but at the same time looser than how her tight little pussy felt on me. She was now relaxed on my cock and I was able to start fucking her…..and she let me know she was loving it (I found out after that she’d not been fucked in the ass that year and had been wanking a lot thinking about a good ploughing).

I started fucking her with slow smooth thrusts, I didn’t want to get carried away and hurt her. As I did, I slid two fingers into her pussy, as my cock pulled out, my fingers plunged in. After a few minutes of this I was able to build up a pace and fuck her hard now, I was starting to get lost in the moment myself now – my hands pinning her down, my cock pistoning in and out of her. I returned my fingers to her little cunt, fully inside and started with a beckoning motion, playing on her g-spot. Blondie’s moans grew in pitch and volume, driving my thrusts on harder and faster, the muscles in my thighs starting to burn now, my glutes aching from the repeated hard thrusts now too, sweat started to trickle down the furrow in the muscles of my back.

One hand was gripping her breast hard, steadying myself as I pounded her with even more power, my fingers pressing steadily on her g-spot, rubbing her from the inside – there were no formed words from her mouth now, just lost moans of transcendent abandonment. I wish I could have filmed us that night. Honestly you would have fucking loved watching us (Actually, that’s something I’d love, another girl watching us, joining us. I’ve thought it many times when enjoying those intimate moments of…self contemplation). She was getting close again now, so was I. Her moans subsided as she began to tense up, telling me she was going to cum, I pounded her ass hard, my fingers buried up to the knuckle glued to her g-spot as she tumbled over the edge. Thank god her flatmate was away because holy shit she let rip, a scream that actually shocked me, her whole body tensing up, arms pulling at her bonds and body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her body. I pulled my fingers and cock out from her spasming body and she rolled over, pulling her legs up and rocking a little as her orgasm subsided.

God, I love it when a girl cums properly. It’s just so so hot. She told me afterwards that it was her best orgasm of the year, and it showed. I envy her, girls, women, I envy you the different orgasms you seem to be able to have. I envy you the many different ways in which we can touch you to give you pleasure, the fact you can have multiple orgasms. I’m sure you’re thinking “Well sure, but it’s a pay off for the pain of child birth”. That and “Yep, it’s fucking awesome being a girl getting fucked”.

Untying the tights holding her I kissed her wrists and held her a little, her little hands were cold from a lack of blood, she’d been cutting the blood off for god knows how long as she strained against the ties. She lay with her head on my chest recovering as I held her. We kissed and she made good use of her hands, playing with my cock. To cut a long story short, she took the lube and gave me an amazing handjob. I lay back and was completely taken in hand (I love this, a good handjob with a girl confident enough to hold me with her eyes, her kisses, her words and I’m in complete heaven). She talked dirty to me describing a scene with a girl we’d met, how I’d be fucking her whilst Blondie watched and got involved in the various ways that only she can…

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