Alex Blake Lets Her Client Live Out His Bondage Fantasy

The Naughty bondage fantasy of Alex Blake

Alex Blake, the petite brunette with alabaster skin and perky breasts, stood in the center of the dimly lit dungeon, a seductive gleam in her emerald eyes. Clad in a lacy black teddy that clung to her lithe curves, Alex exuded an aura of dominance and sensuality. Her focus was on the nervous young man restrained before her, his slender body trussed up in red silk ropes that bound his wrists above his head and wrapped around his bare torso.

The man, who shall remain nameless, wriggled uncomfortably against the ropes as Alex circled him slowly. She trailed a manicured nail across his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch. A sly grin played on Alex’s glossy lips as she gazed up at him with faux innocence.

“Oh dear, it seems we forgot one crucial element,” she purred. “A proper bondage session requires a safe word. How about we choose ‘cherry pie’ as our little secret?”

The man nodded meekly, his face flushing crimson at Alex’s sultry demeanor. She stepped back and beckoned for him to turn around with a crooked finger. With some awkward maneuvering, he complied, his bound hands brushing against the textured brick wall of the basement dungeon. Alex administered a sharp smack to the curve of his ass, leaving a red handprint on his creamy flesh.

“Breathe,” she instructed, kneading the tender globe. “Let the sting fuel your arousal.”

Alex reached between his thighs to fondle the stiffening bulge tenting his tight black boxer briefs. Her daring fingertips deftly stroked along his clothed cock until the fabric became damp with the evidence of his desire. With a wicked giggle, she withdrew her hand and gave his erection a tantalizing brush with her wrist as she stepped in front of him once more.

Pulling a bar of molded soap from the pocket of her teddy, Alex thoroughly washed her hands beneath the trickling of a distant valve. She choked up one sudsy slippery bar and extended it towards her bound lover, waggling her dripping digits at him coyly. He stepped forward eagerly, intoxicated by her scent.

As the soap foamed against his lips, Alex pinched a nipple between her teeth, grazing the sensitive peak with her throat. The man let out a surprised gasp, stoking Alex’s sadistic lust. She laved at his mouth with her tongue, smearing the suds between their panting breaths.

Breaking the kiss, Alex trailed her lips down his neck, leaving him trembling and panting in the gloom. A tug on a buried lever perturbed the wall behind him, and an array of leather straps unfurled, giving him a momentary look of panic. Alex burst into laughter at his expression.

“Mmmm, you’d better be careful, darling,” she chastised with a pretend pout. “I wouldn’t want those frail wrists of yours to get stuck in a predicament.”

Adjusting the intruding leather devices, she used them to hasten her captive to spread his legs further apart. The strain was evident on his features, his hips bending almost painful to the unnatural angle. He tested the constraints again, but they only slithered and tightened around his limbs like a serpent. His cock strained obscenely against the ties, its poor engorged sides feeling the excitability nudging pinch of the silk.

Alex cackled again, licking her lips as she wrapped her hands around the unforgiving pithlass cord that wrapped itself around his cope. Tour circular motions was as if she was milking him from his root. The bump of cordage rode along the jumping throes of his erected length, tugging at each inch as she triumphed. When finally, she halted, she looked down at his swollen tip, a ribboned string of precum now stretching from the slit, slowly pulsating with the skipping thrills of his senses. Almost like he was dangling from his own haze, begging to be freed, yet wanting to feel it all.

Slowly, taunting, Alex used her mouth to telegraph her path. Circling around his member, she blew breathy murmurs about his length and plunging him into the gulps of ingestion yanking him in and out of her mouth. All the while, her hands caressed his ache. With each movement of his cock, his hips rocked pleaded for her touch. The leather now doing its best to pen him. Alex could taste his arousal. Salty and sweet, intoxicating and begging for savoring. Her movements became less calculated, more wild and lust driven. Selfish desire seeped out if her every as she plunged into his member and when she was certain he was to burst, she slowed her hungry sucking and uprooteded his length from her mouth.

With sly alacrity, she took hold of her captive’s cock. Using only her curls, she enticed him into her frame as she straddled him, settling her drippingnether region onto his fiercely standing cock. Steadying his quick moans were of a symphonic quiver as she assaulted him with pleasurable sensations. Using him to find her own completion. Going up and down his pole, Alex squeezed her inner walls as she danced on him. Her hips expertly twisting against every fold and crevice of his rod. Leaving no part of him not pleased. When she reached her satisfying crescendo, she clenched down on him. Milking him of his seed. Her boiling juices screamed out onto him and bubbled down his shaft. Alex held her position, enjoying his bulbous shaft convulse inside of her with each spurt of his climax.

Finally she dismounted, his waning cock, now reddened from lack of blood returning to its nutritional plate. Stepping back, she did a little curtsy, semen dripping from her folds onto the floor as she laughed. An evil delighted grin was painted across her lips as she silently thanked her toys for bringing her bound partner to flip with her play!