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The title of this naughty tale shall be “Binding in Black Fishnets”. Let us delve into the erotic depths of utter depravity and satisfaction.

She always loved a good self-bondage scenario. But today, Sunny wanted to take things to a new extreme. The busty brunette dolloped generous amounts of lube onto her fingers, then raised a leg up onto the bed. She was wearing her favorite black fishnet stockings and 6-inch stilettos. Her pussy was bare and glistening, already slick with anticipation.

Sunny picked up a pair of silky black ropes. She used a slip knot to bind her right wrist tightly, pulling until it was snug but not cutting off circulation. The rope was soft against her Alabaster skin. With careful folds and twists, she began tying intricate knot-work along her upper arm, encircling it several times before threading the free end through the small of her back. Sunny placed her other hand at the base of her spine and pulled, bringing her wrists together and making the binding tighter.

She arched her back as she worked, causing her 38DD breasts to jut out prominently. The ropes creaked slightly as she moved, a delectable sound that stirred her lust. Sunny tucked the free end of rope behind her back and double knotted it, securing her arms firmly behind her. She tested the restraints and couldn’t get her wrists apart. She was thoroughly arms-bound, the ropes biting into her soft flesh in a delicious way.

Now for the real fun. Sunny grabbed a ball gag, fitting the rubber sphere into her mouth and cinching the straps snugly behind her head. It muffled her moans, but did little to dampen the intensity of the feelings coursing through her body. She lay back on the bed, feeling so exposed and vulnerable, yet completely in control.

With her free hand, Sunny reached between her legs and began playing with herself. She pinched and rolled her clit, sliding two fingers deep into her aching cunt. The ropes against her arms only heightened every sensation. In no time at all, she was panting around the gag, cream dripping down her thighs. More lube was needed.

Sunny positioned herself near the edge of the bed and used her teeth to grab the bottle of lube. It took some wriggling, but she managed to drench her hand, making her skin slick and slippery. Back between her legs she went, plundering her depths with three fingers now, then four. Stretching herself for what came next.

Her hand was coated in her own juices as she worked up to five fingers. She had to stop and take a deep breath, then gather her focus. Inch by inch, she pushed them in, feeling the resistance give way to the overwhelming stretch. As her hand disappeared into her hole, Sunny let out a strangled moan, her eyes rolling back. The ecstasy and burning pain nearly overwhelmed her. But she needed more.

Sunny twisted and turned her hand inside herself, stirring up her guts like she was mixing batter. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her chest. She had never gone this deep before, never dared to take it this far. And it felt so, so good.

The burning built and built, until finally, she felt something give way deep inside. A rush of adrenaline surged through her as she pushed past the last barrier, her entire fist now engulfing her cunt. Sunny screamed around the gag, the sheer intensity of the sensation setting off a supernova in her brain. Light exploded behind her eyes. She couldn’t breathe.

But she didn’t want to stop. The urge to keep going, to keep stretching herself into something obscenely new and different, was overwhelming. With a series of guttural cries, she began to fist-fuck herself, pulling her arm back to the wrist and plunging it back in. The drag and scrape of it meaningless now, only adding to the overall electric pleasure.

Sunny was incredibly close to the edge. Years of practice had given her total control over her own satisfaction. This was about to be a mind-blowing finish. She twisted her free arm against the ropes, craving some pain to bring her to the peak. And then it hit her, like a freight train, right out of the blue. Her whole nethers clenched down like a vice, but her fist was too big to hold in. Flesh stretched as she squirted like a fire hose, jets of clear liquid bursting out around her embedded hand and splashing everywhere.

Spots swam in front of her eyes and blackness began creeping in the edges of her vision as the orgasm went on and on. Sunny lost all sense of herself, of where she was, of her own body. Just a floating absence of Self as the pleasure-pain took her down into a euphoric abyss.

After an eternity, it finally ebbed. She flopped onto her back, gasping and shuddering, the gag hang slack in her open mouth. Sunny had never cum so hard in her life. And to think, she had so much more to explore. Maybe next time she would bring in the dildos or hitachi. The possibilities were endless.

But for now, it was time to clean up. She swore to herself she’d find someone who could tie her even tighter, and really abuse her hole next time. The craving was already building again, like an addict yearning for her next fix. This was just the beginning of her dark journey.