A Night of Restrictive Bondage

A Story

She could already feel her pussy dripping as she lay on the bed, wrists bound tightly above her head. The leather cuffs dug into her skin just enough to send shivers down her spine, each pulse of discomfort merging with her growing arousal. Tonight wasn’t just about restraint—it was about total surrender, and she knew he had something particularly wicked in mind.

He stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, watching her squirm. His dark eyes scanned every inch of her body, taking in the sight of her spread out, helpless, vulnerable. The rope around her ankles was tied to the bedposts, pulling her legs apart, leaving her cunt completely exposed. His cock twitched in his pants as he admired his handiwork. He had spent the last twenty minutes tightening every knot, ensuring she couldn’t move an inch.

“Comfortable?” he asked, smirking, knowing full well she was anything but.

She bit her lip, arching her back in a futile attempt to relieve the tension in her limbs. "I’m ready," she breathed out, her voice thick with need.

He approached slowly, his hand trailing down her leg, then up her inner thigh, teasing the edges of her slick pussy. She moaned, instinctively trying to buck her hips, but the bondage was too restrictive. All she could do was whimper as his fingers barely grazed her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"Patience," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "You’ll get what you want soon enough."

He reached for the thick, black hood with padded blindfold on the bedside table and pulled it securely on her head. With her sight taken away, every sensation became sharper. The rustle of his pants as he undressed sent goosebumps across her skin. The cool air hit her nipples as he tugged on the clamps, tightening them until she gasped.

“Too much?” he asked, though his tone was teasing. He knew she loved the bite of pain.

She shook her head, desperate. “More,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll get fucked,” he promised, leaning over her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. “But first, I want to see you beg.”

He slid his fingers down to her soaked pussy, slipping two inside without warning. Her body jerked, as much as the bondage would allow, her cunt clenching around him. He pumped his fingers slowly, torturously, his thumb brushing over her clit just enough to drive her wild. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her reaching a breaking point, but then he pulled his fingers away.

“No,” she whined, frustration making her voice high-pitched. “Don’t stop.”

“Not yet,” he said, wiping her juices off on her inner thigh. “You’re not ready for my cock yet.”

He moved to the bedside table again, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator clicking on. Her breath hitched as he pressed it against her clit, the vibrations immediately pushing her toward the edge again. He circled it around her sensitive nub, teasing her, never staying in one spot long enough for her to cum.

“Please,” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I need to cum.”

"Do you?" he asked, pressing the vibrator harder against her swollen clit. “Or do you need my cock in that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Both,” she gasped. “I need both.”

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled the vibrator away and climbed between her legs. His cock brushed against her entrance, and she nearly screamed with anticipation. She could feel how thick and hard he was, and her cunt ached for the stretch, the fullness.

With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. The force of it pushed a guttural moan from her lips, her walls stretching to accommodate him. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust, pounding into her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as he fucked her senseless. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her pussy dripping wet as he used her for his pleasure.

"Such a tight little hole," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "You love being fucked like this, don’t you?"

"Yes," she panted, her voice barely a whisper. "I fucking love it."

His cock hit that perfect spot inside her, and she felt the tension in her body snap. She came hard, her pussy clenching around him, her juices soaking his cock. He didn’t stop, fucking her through her orgasm, pushing her higher and higher until she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it.

Finally, he groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied himself deep into her. The warmth of his cum filled her, mixing with her own juices, dripping out of her swollen cunt as he pulled out.

He untied her slowly, letting her limbs relax after being restrained for so long. She was exhausted, her body limp, but she couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile from her face.

“Now that,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, “was a perfect night of restrictive bondage.”

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