Kinbaku: Fire and Ice - Sex Stories

Kinbaku: Fire and Ice

I could tell something weighed heavy on her mind. I mentioned that I had noticed a change in her and was a bit worried and that she could tell me anything. After a long silence she crawled on to my lap, tucked her arms and legs in to her body and nestled her head on my chest. It is her favorite position to be in, after we had fucked. She said that she didn’t know how to tell me, that recently, each time she had an orgasm, it felt as if a little piece of it remained deep inside her. It had been building up slowly and had now become overwhelming. She ached to feel empty again. And that it wasn’t me, she loved the way I made her feel. She nervously asked if I would be harder on her. She begged me to make her feel empty. I assured her I would, as I placed a kiss upon her head. -------------------------------------------- She stood naked and motionless in the middle of my bedroom. Her eyes glaring at the red, hemp rope lying at her feet. I stood behind her and put her long, shimmering, chestnut hair in a ponytail. My hands ran down her slender shoulders, down her arms and came to rest on her hips. I rested my head on her shoulder and watched as her chest heaved. She was breathing slow and deep. Her large breasts swelled outwards and shifted to the side, with each lustful inhale. I tower over her. My six foot, lean, muscular frame makes her look tiny. The top of her head barely meets my collar bone. I turned her around in my arms and placed a long, loving kiss on her forehead. ...

... She gasped, lifted her head and brushed her parted lips over mine. I picked up my rope from the floor, swept her up in my arms and laid her on my bed, her hips on the edge of the mattress. Her left leg was touching the thick, mahogany bed post at the foot of the bed. There would be no intricate and perfectly symmetrical ties. My rope would not be lovingly weaved to adorn and match the beauty of her body, as it had so many times before. She had begged for my rope to punish her, bite mercilessly in to her willing flesh, dig deeper in to her than it ever had before. I would give her all that she asked… and more. I tied a slip knot at one end of the rope, slipped it over her left ankle and tightened it. I lifted her left foot on to the mattress and folded her leg, pushing her calf tight against the back of her thigh. I wound half the length of the rope tightly around her folded leg and the other half around the bed post and her leg. I closed the tie. My cock twitched at the sight of her bound and bent leg anchored to the bed post. The contrast of her porcelain skin melted in to the dark mahogany, sent a shiver through me. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her up to a sitting position. She winced in pain and moaned in pleasure, in the same gasping breath. I kneeled on the bed behind her, crossed her arms behind her back and pulled her hands across her back to meet the opposite elbow. I bound them tightly. She moaned softly as I closed the tie. I wrapped the running end of the rope ...