True Sex Stories: He Had Me Fuck Him Like The Little Slut I Am

Magic Wand, cane, crop: no sex toy is evil or clever enough to compete with a dirty mind.

My head was enveloped by his sweatshirt: an impromptu hood with the arms tied around my head. He led me to the bedroom, twirled me around in the doorway, and then shoved my disorientated body … to land on the bed. I started undressing blindly and was soon assisted. I found as soon as his hands were away from me I wondered what was he up to. Mighty fine head-fuckery indeed.

We retired to the Black Room. I was naked. He brought out suspension cuffs for my hands and ordinary cuffs for my feet. He faced me towards the mirror at the foot of the bed: wrists chained to the top beam, ankles to the lower one, leather collar around my throat. He had waited to bring out the toys until after I was restrained. Out they came: Magic Wand, cane, crop and the evil leather strap. Not forgetting his hands and teeth and most excellent mind…

So here is a big man with weapons and a small woman all tied up. All terrifically unfair. Also terrifically hot because I can watch. I can see his arm pull back before he backhands my left buttock and bitch slaps my right. I can see the skin being pulled away from my body as he tugs on me with his teeth. I can see him beating my ass while he watches my expression in the mirror.

I love watching. I love being able to chose my focus – his face or his actions. He did try putting a blindfold on me again, but it made the energy lag so it was quickly abandoned.

It was a very different experience with me being vertical. The placement of the Magic Wand was different too; it ended up lower than I'm used to. It was really odd coming standing up, and when I tried to articulate that my words came out all mixed up.

He used a series of instruments, each with their own flavour, their own intensity, their own reactions. Hand spanking is always good. The cane just freaked me out in a wanting sort of way. The strap was cool – we haven't been there for a while and he hasn't used it much on my bottom. The crop tip is cool and evil but the idea of being hit with the stick part sends me into shut-down mode because of the potential for long lasting bruises.

There was part of me wanting more more more. That was my subby masochistic side. My brain was too much in charge, though. My brain was saying no no no no. I'm sure that made it more difficult for him.

Having my arms up above my head did start to get uncomfortable after a while. We took them down and fastened them together in front. I was being rather a shitty kitty, yeowling as he tried to spank me, twisting and turning until my face wound up in his crotch.

He put me to work. He gripped a handful of my hair to keep my mouth on his cock, while spanking me so he felt every yelp and wiggle. My sounds became guttural as his cock got deeper and deeper into my throat. I don't know why that gets me so hot but it does. There's something about the hint of breath control, his cock hard in my mouth, the hand in my hair, the spanking on my arse – or maybe all of these combined.

Soon after he decided that the restraints were redundant, and he had me fuck him like the little slut I am. For some reason my cervix was tender so when he had me put my knees up, and made me crouch over his body while impaled on his cock it was mighty intense. I love this as spice in our sex. I can't handle it all the time, but today it was just a bit.

As I wriggled into and out of position my foot brushed against the evil strap that he had left in a handy place. I didn't miss a wriggle but made sure that as I contorted myself around his cock that – oops – it fell off the bed. As it clattered noisily to the floor he laughed that gorgeous belly laugh of his, called me his cheeky little shit and fucked me all the harder.

My cheeky, bratty state continued until I felt my nipples instantly lancing sensation right through my body. No warning, just sudden and overwhelming intensity. As he released them my brain flew through a conversation with itself: "I want more. I what? Oh my god that was fantastic, so fucking intense. Jeeezus that hurt. More? Wait a minute please."

He brushed the hair from my neck and started pulling me towards him as he opened his mouth. Yes he was going to bite me. And he did. Deeper than before. Longer than before. Harder? I don't know. All I knew was that one moment I was his cheeky shit and the next I was his submissive girl. As he continued to fuck me I loved the sense of having let go, of just being and responding. It wasn't an easy jump for me today, but now I was here.

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