ydd
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My dark desire was started by something a Dom once wanted to do to me, but it evolved.
I am at my lover's house, just starting to play. He asks if I would be interested in a little bit of bondage. I am up for try most reasonable things, so I say of course. He slowly removes my clothes, as we move to the sounds of some cool jazz in the background. Taking me in his arms and kissing me, he gently lowers me to the bed.
As he continues to kiss me, he runs his hand up my right arm and grips my hand, pulling it upward. He lifts from the kiss to use the other hand and applies a padded leather handcuff. After returning his attention to my mouth, he then does the same to my left hand. I am starting to understand the enthusiasm he had when purchasing this mahogany four post bed.
His mouth moves to my ear, gently nibbling on the lobe, before trailing down my neck to the hollow of my throat. His hand gently squeezes my right breast, while his mouth moves to suckle at my left. I let loose an involuntary moan as my back arches, pushing my breast further into his mouth. After a nip at one nipple and a twist at the other, he continues his downward journey.
At the junction of my thigh, he finds sweet smelling, freshly shaven joy. He gives a short suckle on my clit, and inserts a finger to find me dripping, but does not linger. As he continues his journey southward, this moan is from frustration, not desire.
He trails his hands down my sculpted legs, slowly parting them. He looks me straight in the eye as he finds a third and fourth padded handcuff and applies them to my ankles. Believing this part of the game is over, I prepare myself for the next stage, but he not yet done. Getting off the bed, he walks to one corner and starts to tighten a cinch, pulling my leg outwards. He does the same on the other side, until there is no wiggle room left. He then moves to the head of the bed, and does the same thing to the wrist restraints.
I begin to understand that his version of bondage is not that of flimsy silk scarves or neckties that I have always been able to wiggle out of before. This time, I am going nowhere, until he decides I am.
With an intense look in his eye, he reaches down and opens the bedside drawer. He pulls from it a black leather mask and slides it over my head, making sure my hair is not caught.
Suddenly, there is a quiet knock at the front door. My lover leaves to answer it, as I lay there, fully exposed, wondering what will come next. I think nothing of where he has gone. After a few moments, I can start to detect the low murmur of voices over the sounds of the stereo. Over the next 10-15 minutes the murmur grows louder, I hear the sounds of ice cubes hitting glasses, and bottles being open.
Finally, there is a hush. The door to the room I am in slowly opens and I suddenly feel the force of many eyes trailing down my body. The mattress dips, and I smell my lover's cologne, and he leans over to kiss me deeply. When he is done, he sits back and tells me....
"This is a bachelor party.......and you are the party favour...................................."
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the poster formerly know as yourdarkdesire
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