Tape Gagged And Fucked
Title: Bound and Silenced: A Naughty Tale of Domination
Flickering candlelight danced upon the RI source bed as I found myself bound with intricate black silk ropes. I squirmed, trying to wriggle out of the cocoon my lover had so skillfully intertwined around my arms and chest. The soft fabric only teased my sensitive nipples as I moved, sending shivers down my spine.
I soon realized resistance was futile. He stood over me, his chiseled abs illuminated by the warm glow, cock straining against his fitted pants. A wicked grin spread across his face as he admired his handiwork.
“Enough squirming, little one,” he purrs. “Time to add the finishing touch.”
Leaning down, he traces a finger along my jawline, gently lifting my chin. I open my mouth, anticipating his touch, the rough gag of course. Instead, he parts my lips with his own, his tongue delving deep as he thoroughly kisses my breath away.
When he finally pulls back, I am left panting, moaning into nothing but air. He takes advantage, sliding in the ball gag with a satisfied smirk. I tried to muster a protest, but it escaped as a muffled squeak. The leather strap pulls tight, securing the gag in place. Now helpless, I can only watch as he unbuckles his waistband.
Swiftly, he sheds the confines of slacks and boxer briefs, his cock springing free. I feel myself glistening wet, desire pulsing between my thighs. He notices, his erection twitching with need. With no further preamble, he fists himself, crawling onto the bed.
First, he runs the swollen head along my slit, gathering the dewy essence. A spasm rocks through me as he finds my opening, pressing slightly, teasing. I arch into him, a keen whimper past the gag, begging for more.
“What was that, my dear?” he scolds lightly, thumb coming up to brush my lower lip. “You want this inside you?”
I nod firmly, needy, desperate. He takes pity, angling his hips and sliding home in one long thrust. I cry out suddenly, my vocal chords vibrating against the gag with every deep plunge. detained and dominated, I am at his mercy, reduced to a writhing captive beneath him.
His tempo varies, mercilessly drawing out the act of pure intercourse. Sometimes he takes me gently, languidly, sipping at my lips and caressing my heaving sides. Other moments, he hammers into me with abandon, sweat glistening across his brow as he loses himself in my depths.
Each movement, each breathless thrust, the gag only intensifies the delightfully hedonistic experience. Unable to speak, to plead, I can only feel. Exquisite sensation drowns me as he forces me to focus purely on the physical. The pleasure, the pain, the determination to feel it all becomes an erotic overload that dizzies me with want.
He pounds into me relentlessly until I feel my muscles clenching, a far off vortex whirling into my very core. I shatter, wailing into the gag as my release crashes through me. He follows seconds later, groaning my name before flooding my womb with his seed.
Spent and gasping, he collapses beside me, reaching to remove the gag. I open my mouth obediently, working my jaw back into motion. As I tip my head to capture his lips, I realize I am still bound. Smiling, I nudge at him with my nose.
He returns my amusement, before shifting onto his side to cleverly unravel the ropes one by one. As my arms come free, aches return to life. I hiss, my lover massaging discomfort from my limbs. As I lie there, regaining feeling and air and a voice, I know full well this will not be the last time I submit to the intoxicating excitement of such torment.||
