All my life I’ve been involved with sensitive men who try so hard to make me happy. I know most women would give anything to be in my spot, but for me, I’ve never really gotten turned on by romantic settings, expensive wine, and dreamy glances across a table. What gets me most excited is when a man takes charge. I want a man who’ll handle me, maybe spank me a little, tie me up with some thick rope and fuck me silly.
I know it sounds a tad perverse, but for me, sex isn’t as good as it can be unless my wrists are tied behind my back, my ankles are knotted to poles, and my lover is fucking me with abandon. That’s the kind of girl I am.
The first time I realized how fulfilling bondage is, I was seeing a man from the university. I’m a college professor, and I met a graduate student who took a liking to me. We dated a few times, and I could tell that there was something dark about him, something perversely wonderful. He had a way about him, a confidence, which told me he would be a real animal in bed. I was right.
The first night we made love, Tom took complete control. We were sitting watching television after a take-out Chinese dinner when suddenly he grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. He stood up and quickly took his clothes off. I was shocked but, of course, also very turned on. I had never had a man do that before, and I recall thinking that I’d never been in the presence of a naked man without being naked myself.
Tom was tall and lean, with longish brown hair. He had a dark, muscular body and a hairy, broad chest that made my pussy cream. His cock was long and thick, and as he began dancing in front of me, it swayed sexily between his hot, hairy thighs. I wanted it bad. I never wanted it so bad. Slowly Tom made his way toward me, and I reached out to caress his manly legs. I pulled him closer, copping a feel of his tight buns, and then he suddenly stuffed his cock past my unsuspecting lips and made me suck him.
“That’s right, honey,” he whispered lustfully. “Suck on my big cock. Play with my balls. Suck it like you mean it. Blow me, Hester.”
After I sucked on his cock for a while, Tom pulled out and pushed me back on the couch. I was a little bit unnerved, because he was truly strong and I’d never been handled in such a rough way. But at the same time, I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life!
Before I knew it, Tom had ripped my blouse right off my back and hastily removed my skirt, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
“I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he promised, an eager glint in his eye.
With that, he walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a large roll of rope. The sight of it made my heart skip a beat. Tom sauntered back to the couch and roughly removed my underwear. Then, grabbing me by one breast, he led me to the bedroom and his four-poster bed.
“Down,” he said. I obeyed immediately. “Spread,” he instructed. Again I did as directed.
Wasting no time, Tom tied each of my wrists to the top posts and then tied my ankles to the bottom two posts. As I squirmed around on the silk sheet, I could tell I was arousing my lover even more. He smiled greedily, and his cock was fully erect.
Tied to the bed I was helpless, and while I continued to feign a struggle, in truth I was loving every minute of it and could barely wait to be fucked.
But my wait turned out to be fairly substantial. First Tom took a bottle of oil—warm oil—and began to apply it to my naked flesh, allowing it to drip like Chinese water torture over my belly, tits, legs, and cunt. He began pinching my nipples and applying little love smacks all over my tingling flesh.
This was theater, but the thrill was real. I felt as if I were a little slave and Tom was my grand master, punishing me for being naughty. My body was glistening with oil and sweat, my nipples were hard like little brown pebbles, and my pussy was aching to be filled with his invading cock.
I began to whimper as Tom massaged my tits and belly and began toying with my sensitive clit.
“Oh,” I cried, “fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Fill me with your big cock. Make me come.”
Tom laughed. “Be a good girl, and your master will give you what you want.”
I continued writhing about on the bed, helpless but never happier. Tom suddenly jumped up next to me and straddled my face. Again he forced his huge, pulsing cock into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked him, savoring the dollop of precome that oozed from the bulbous tip.
In time he began to fuck my face, roaring into me with abandon. The sensation of his cock ramming into my throat was to die for, and it made my pussy ache all the more.
After several minutes of this, Tom jumped between my legs and slid into my tight, waiting cunt. Never had I been more wet or more eager to be penetrated. My orgasms were explosive, especially the last, which had me crying out with joy as Tom flooded my pussy with come.
The foreplay he orchestrated that night was beyond anything I had ever imagined, yet it was exactly what I needed. And, to this very day, it is what I expect from my lovers.
Tom eventually got his Ph.D. and moved to the Midwest, but we still see each other occasionally. Our meetings may be few and far between, but Tom always knows to bring some rope and oil and whatever other sexy ideas he has, and I come to him in eager anticipation of being bound and deliciously ravaged.
—Ms. H.V., Flushing, New York