Vice Presidential Part 4
Here's a rewording of the story:
To begin with, let's discuss the positioning. Why make the submissive face down, similar to a frogtie? The explanation is simple. When her wrists and elbows are tied behind her back, it's not comfortable for her to use her arms to support her weight. Safety goes hand in hand with pleasure in this case.
Now, onto the leg binding. Ankle-to-thigh rope work ensures her legs are in a frogtie-like position. This has its benefits as it naturally requires her to keep her knees spread apart. Her attempt to close them would be futile for more than a second.
The scene is set with the submissive lying face down on the bed, waiting. She's not being patient, instead, wiggling her ass and pussy as much as possible. Some of my more seasoned submissives wore a ballgag and blindfold. Poor V only had a blindfold on.
As she waited, I decided to quiz her a bit. Since she could still talk, I asked a couple of questions, but made them difficult to answer. I was right in front of her, close to her restrained pussy.
I inquired, "Please sing me a verse or chant from your favorite song."
Her response: "What?"
I clarified, "I want you to sing."
She hesitated, but then she started singing, "When you call my name, it's like a little prayer." Her choice might indicate her submissive nature wasn't as hidden as she thought. Time to make it challenging. While she was midway through the refrain, I began rubbing her clit. This caused her to stop singing but I instructed her to continue.
I positioned myself and asked, "Ready to cum for me?"
She nodded, and I proceeded to enter her. I moved slowly yet firmly, not giving her any hints that I'd stop. When fully inside, I instructed her to be still. This time, my hand found her clit and started stimulating it while thrusting her from behind.
I warned her, "You'll climax in 10 seconds. If you move, your orgasm will be delayed for 10 more seconds."
She began moving as I counted down, and I stopped her at 3 or 4, leaving her frustrated. Eventually, once I reached 10, she had a powerful orgasm, which made my cock even harder as it reminded me why I preferred ballgags.
Taking a short break, I checked she was okay, but eagerly prepared for round two. I wiped her wetness from my cock, and then shared this update:
"I think you can handle another round, child."
Her eagerness was clear, "Fuck yeah, I want it!"
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I tweaked the rules, "This time you can ask me for permission to cum, and I will grant it."
With renewed vigor, I fucked her fiercely, and she continued to ask for permission. Each time, I allowed her to reach climax. She finally begged for a break.
I let her rest, then we changed positions. She knelt in front of me, and I directed, "Come here, lover. Your task is to pleasure me with your mouth. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
I maintained the blindfold, "Do you want that condom off?"
"No, I want to taste you, Sir!"
I indulged her, but was wary of her sensitivity. I couldn't allow her to reach another explosive climax right away. So, I untied her legs, allowing her to stand and then have her kneel in front of me while I sat on the couch.
"You'll find my cock," I instructed. "And please give me oral pleasure. But remember, I'm keeping the blindfold on."
"Yes, Sir." She followed my commands, and soon had my cock in her mouth. Feeling her enthusiastic efforts reminded me of her submissive nature.
"Do you need permission to climax?"
"Yes, Sir."
I decided I'd let her go all the way only if she asked. She immediately took control and asked for climax permission.
"Yes, go ahead." She came, and I had a moment of satisfaction knowing I'd humbled her.