Bound - Sex Stories

Bound

... his lips so close to your naked flesh so delicious yet so torturous. Anticipation ripples through you as you feel his mouth edge closer to your ear. Whispered words breaks the silence as he mouths "trust me,". The words seem to resonate through you, as before your eyes, he slowly lowers a silk scarf plunging you into world of darkness. All remaining senses heightened, the feeling of the silk being carefully tied behind you, your eyes covered, dark shadows barely visible through the shroud that now denies you sight. Listening, you sense him return in front of you, his large, rough hands gliding down your arms, your skin silky soft in comparison as he brings your wrists together. Oh sweet Jesus! More silk bound your wrists together, the slight bite as it tightens and digs into your skin with each knot. A wave of vulnerability courses through your veins as you feel him guiding your bound hands above your head, the slight sound of another knot to something suspended from above. The stretch of your arms lifting your heaving bosom that bit more, your nipples pebbling as you mind plays havoc with your thoughts, the darkness before your eyes reflected in your ever more sinful desires. Blindfolded, wrists bound and supported from above, naked with the exception of your panties, stockings and heels, at the mercy of his hunger, like a wild animal stalking it's prey. Heart pounding, every beat resonates in your ear as you mind lets go, body quivering and trembling with wild ...

... anticipation. How can this be? How can one man have such a hold? Again quietness descends before the shadow through the silk shroud returns. A quiver from your lips as you feel his presence close again quickly followed by a gasp as you feel his hand press hard between your legs. His touch stirs a whimper to escape parted lips, your body alive to the feeling of his palm pressing up through the lace material of your delicate panties. A torturous pressure applied against the ever more intense throbbing that pulses deep between your thighs. "You know your mine, all fucking mine," he growls, his domineering confidence stirring the inner desires deep within you. His tone so assured. You whimper uncontrollably, his husky words painting a mirage of sinful thoughts in your mind. His hunger bordering on the insane as you hear his every heavy breath. The sudden stretch of the lace material against your thighs, followed by a rip as he tears your panties from you in one swift motion. You curse, your body on the verge of submission, powerless to his advances. The erotic feeling of vulnerability causes goose bumps to form across your silky skin. A deep yearning to plead, to beg for him to take, each action torturously wicked. And then the touch. Teasing the intricate lace tops of your stockings, before rising up higher. You squirm, feeling the bite of the silk restraint bound around your wrists. The sensation of a ribbed leather bound handle being teased against your inner thighs. Tassels flutter lower ...