The rope was tightly bound, cut into muscles and fat and skin that bulged around in protest. So long since I had been in painful rope, and the legs were spread and tied to the sides – again a long time since rope had been used so intimately.
I loved the feel of the painful rope, zero control over how exposed I was – though my hands were free and a memory of the last time I was this spread evaded for just a brief moment.
Then it past as he turned on the vibrator and placed it against my lips, slowly worked between them. He fucked me gently, he fucked me quickly, screams tore from my body as pleasure assaulted it, multiple orgasms, a breath, again. I shuddered and arched and begged for him to continue, for him to stop.
I became overwhelmed and he stopped, slowly removed the ties, complimented the gorgeous marks that I couldn’t help but run my fingertips over.
He wasn’t done yet. He had me stand in front of him on the bed and pinched my nipples into clamps, painful even with a pull – which of course the first thing he did was pull. He slid his other hand between my drenched thighs and rested his fingertips at my entrance. In my hazy brain I didn’t see it as a predicament – I was instinctive by that point from the multiples. I only felt his fingers enter me and bring me to another orgasm at the same time as the clamps were pulled painfully and my nipples felt on fire.
That was his predicament – he told me later- that his fingertips would just tease at my entrance and hold the clamps in place. My own body created the pain from my lowering and fucking his fingers and therefore pulling at the clamps. As always, I will put myself through some pain to achieve an orgasm – or in this case several, the pain adding a heightened sensation to the pleasure.