Red-Colored Ropes
"Alright?"
I glance up at my partner, who appears to be waiting for a response. We're standing outside a hotel room door. On numerous occasions, we engage in kinky bedroom activities, and this time, I've consented to be his submissive. To please him, I'm dressed only in a sheer green dress that barely covers my thighs, a lack of undergarments, and high-heeled silver stilettos. I flash him a small, coy grin and give him a nod.
"Slip this on."
He offers me a black blindfold, which I accept and put on, concealing my vision. I hear the door open, the hallway, and a key card's dinky text user interface tapping against the lock, followed by a creaking door opening. He guides me inside.
"Stand erect, palms towards your back."
I follow his instructions, listening to him maneuver around the room. I sense him setting up the bed, which sparks sensations throughout my body. I focus on my genitals, feeling the moisture building between my legs. Then I perceive him in front of me, his eyes gazing at me intently.
"Take the dress off."
I reach for the thin straps holding the dress on my shoulders, pulling it off one at a time, revealing my breasts. I carefully lift it over my skin, and it falls around my feet. I stand there, masked and dressed in heels, allowing him to enjoy my nudity before dragging me to the bed. I climb up onto it and lie on my back, my arms and legs fully extended, immobilized by the ropes tied around my wrists and ankles. His breathing becomes thick, harder.
"I'm about to indulge your desires." His voice is low, succulent.
To my surprise, I presume that he's not only going to fuck me but also something else—something that would justify renting a hotel room rather than using our home. This yearning to be humiliated and used by strangers has its roots in my past as a high-class submissive and a professional dominatrix. Bondage, by itself, intensifies my sexual pleasure and satisfies my marriage. As long as my husband is present during my affairs, he's granted me this privilege. Now, I think to myself, let's hope his love for me is so profound that he's prepared to provide me with this particular desire.
"And I'll partake in it, too," he murmurs, whispering in my ear.
A thrilling anticipation surges through my body. He removes the blindfold, and I focus on the faint light entering through the window's large pane. He disrobes, then stands, his gaze fixated on my immobile nakedness. I scan my predicament, my limbs bound by tight ropes, and turn my head to examine his features. He gestures to the hall, and I turn around, noticing a blonde woman collapsing into the room, her dark curls disarrayed. She's wearing a sheer black gown, her expression concealed underneath a mask. She walks towards me, then left, where another woman with long black hair and a short white dress emerges. She, too, conceals her face with a mask.
The two women navigate to opposite ends of the bed, standing over my supine form. I stiffen, anticipating their actions. The woman in white gently glides her fingers up and down my bare legs. When her hand nears my soaked pussy, I instinctively part my knees, moaning in soft pleasure. The second woman, the black-haired one, settles between my thighs and hovers over my pussy with her head. I tilt my hips upward, offering myself to her. She smiles, painting her tongue against my clit. The pleasure radiates through my body, intensifying my arousal. The blonde woman leans in and kisses me, her lips finding mine while the other continues to please me below. Two women, different from any I've met, are tending to me, my helpless body at their mercy.
I struggle against the ropes, feeling the familiar burn inside me. She kisses me passionately, and then moves on to my nipples, biting them softly before sucking and licking, making them even stronger. I moan and strain, the pleasure in my nipples spreading to my lower region. When the woman lying between my legs starts to lick me, I groan and push up, my desire intensifying. I start to pant, my body moving restlessly under the women who are licking and sucking me. My breathy moans fill the room with the sounds of bliss. The restraints around my wrists and ankles constrict my writings, keeping me stuck to the mattress. Close, so close, I'm only a few seconds away from the ecstasy I hunger for and the hard edge of orgasmic release.
And then I reach it, I scream out, my naked body jerking and throbbing as I'm swept away in electric waves of pleasure. I continue to shudder and gasp for what seems like minutes, the red ropes binding my wrists and ankles holding me still and captive. My husband watches with a predatory gaze. He touches himself while casually nodding to a man standing in the doorway.
I glance up and see his bare frame. A masked stranger in this intimate setting, yet his muscular body radiates power and desire. He's been watching me come, and his already large cock stands at its full length. It's not only long and thick but also curved, perfect to reach my g-spot, and I gasp at the sheer enormity. The masked man stokes his massive dick, moving towards the bed.
I see the growing excitement in the women's eyes, as they admire his hefty shaft. He smiles darkly at me, before leaning down and kissing me forcefully, our tongues tangling like fire. I can't help but kiss him back, his ardor bordering on mania. It's clear that his approach to this act of love will be as fervent as the blind lust of a wild animal. As he pulls away from me, I can't help but fear the sheer girth of manhood before me.
He lifts me a bit then lowers himself, his face in close proximity to mine. I pause my breathing, breathless at the anticipation. Suddenly his lips are back on mine, his tongue busy, his kisses urgent and wild, ruthless. I can't help but open my mouth, wanting more. Then he pulls away from me and repositions himself between my spreading legs; his athletic body is wrapping me in its vice-like grip.
I can't fight back as he presses his face to mine. His teeth are worrying my bottom lip as he savors my mouth with his tongue. I struggle against the ropes, but it's like I'm a tethered animal - helpless but desperate to give in to this dangerous encounter. He pulls my lips open and rams his cock into me. My eyes widen in shock but also desire as I hear myself moan loudly. He's thrusting forcefully, my wetness guiding his entire length. The sheer weight and pressure have me panting with arousal, squirming beneath him. He's not just satisfying his satisfaction; it's a primal message of control, command, conquest. I'm a helpless object of his carnal desires. Never have my submission and my captor yielded me such a thrill. Frustration, ecstasy, fear, longing, they all vie for attention.
With intense focus, eye's shut, I live my body's response to the masked man's powerful grip. He laughs, his eyes ruby red, I fear he'll overpower me and cum without mercy. After a few seconds, he pulls away from me and hovers above. As if in a trance, I open my eyes to see him between me, but the tunnel vision of his erected penis stops me from backing down.
The relentless throbbing from the man's unparalleled pleasure was creating a unique ecstasy in me. I clench my vagina, desperate to hold on to the delicious revelation. He dips his hips, another wave building my ecstasy. I close my eyes tight and try to control the tremor of my hips but fail as he hammers my g-spot. He cums first, a loud roar, then I come too. In exhausted submission, I kept my eyes closed, unable to control any part of myself, not even my own feelings.
The rope restraints then loosen, and I understand that my helplessness allowed them to express their own desires. The women left me alone. My still trembling body is exposed, used as they saw fit. I can feel between my legs the leftover juices from my own desire. My breathing calms, my heart rate steadies, I find myself wondering how long it will take for the man to return, or if he's gone forever.
Women are standing on opposite ends of me, their bodies against me. Their fingers explore their own wetness, making me think they might simply arouse themselves in my presence. However, the woman with dark hair presses her finger against my bound wrist. She traces her finger down my arm, across my chest, down my waist, approaching my thigh until her fingers brush my bare foot. I shiver in response.
The other woman moves closer to me on the bed. She gazes at my stiff nipples, but her hand lingers on my flat stomach. When I murmur, her hand descends between my legs, teasing me with feather-like strokes. I twist to ease my hips, trying to alleviate the tension, but I'm just too tightly secured. She enjoys this, and it doesn't matter. She understands what I need. Two fingers delve into my wetness and I almost scream. However, she offers these fingers to me, and I eagerly lick my juices, experiencing my own temptation. It's arousing, and she grins.
The first woman withdraws from the scene. When she returns, she's holding a brush. I'm puzzled, until I realize the purpose - to provoke my pleasure spots. My heart pounds as I lay still, my tongue yearning for the contact. When she returns, I watch her for what feels like an eternity. I lick my lips, hungry for any kind of connection, but she continues her cruel denial until I'm breathless. What's mine is hers.
The brush gently teases my damp entrance and grazes my clit, causing me to tremble. I can't contain my need, but she pulls the brush away, leaving me begging for satisfaction. Eventually, the soft circle of the paintbrush returns, circling my clit ever so slowly. My body shudders, and I close my eyes desperately, searching for relief.
The woman holding the brush leaves my side, replaced by another woman holding a vibrating clit massager. Startled, I watch her brandish the tool. I've left behind the brush for this? The woman with the vibrator kneels close, and I see that she's holding a cup-like attachment for the massager. I stare, feeling both terrified and hopeful. Her soft brush has only been a tease. This device may bring my relief.
She dips the massager into my delicious, wet arousal, before circling my erect nipples. I generate a fresh wave of sensations, but soon become focused on my throbbing clit. Without warning, the vibrator's pulsation brings me to the brink of ecstasy. I'm nearly there when the vibrations ease, and I'm back to frustrated and wanting. She leaves me wanting by pulling away the device and returning it to me weakened and wanting more.
Finally, the brush resumes its slow dance on my clit, like a beautiful siren tormenting me. I can't bear it any longer, and I start incoherent whispers begging her to caress me. Each time, the brush hovers just above my clit, only bringing me to complete submission. I watch her and lick my lips, nothing I can do about my situation. She knows what to do.
Eventually, the woman with the brush stops teasing me, choosing instead to paint my breasts. The vibrator returns, this time concentrating on my clit. It starts pulsing, and I'm pulled back to the threshold of pleasure. But she denies me, teasing once again, focusing on my most sensitive parts until I'm on the verge of losing it, silently begging, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. Suddenly, just as I despair, the vibrator's fury overwhelms me. I can't express my pleasure, I can only scream as my body twitches and writhes, my ropes creaking under stress, completely consumed by the pleasure etched in my slick, naked body.
When the vibrations end, lingering waves of ecstasy subside, leaving me breathless. The woman with the brush hovers close to me, her face close to mine. Anxious, I open my eyes and she leans into me, kissing me fiercely, her tongue washing away my fatigue, and I can't help but cum, as pulses overtake my entire being.
The orgasm fades, but my moans and trembles continue, long after the pleasure has dissipated. When I look into her eyes, she entangles me with them, and I'm captivated. The vibrator returns, the unspeakable delight begins again. My own nipples are her next target as she teases me to climax once more. My loyalty is complete.
Following a prolonged moment, the woman disengages from the kiss and loosens her grip on my neck. Nevertheless, my body keeps convulsing and quivering. She grinned at me, then bent down to deepen the kiss, embracing me aggressively. I attempted to kiss her back, but couldn't draw breath. Once the vibrations commenced, my body was submerged in ecstasy, and I climaxed even more intensely than earlier. My limbs thrashed about, confined by the ropes. When the kiss concluded, I could breathe, although the vibrator was still forcefully rubbing against my abused clit and I continued to climax and scream, my body spasming with the incessant waves of erotic sensations invading it. I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, but I did and I continued until the orgasm truly went on and on, resulting in me losing consciousness.
Upon regaining awareness, the women had vanished and I was free of the restraints. I stood up and gawked at my spouse, subsequently collapsing into his arms, sobbing.
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