It all started with Insex videos. The classic bondage channel made by the incomparable PD. We had this in common and had found out. So we started messaging, sharing videos and comparing our love for the rather dark and neiche porn. This lead to our first date, which comprised of him weaving his way through the crowds at Pride to make it to where I was standing watching the parade. He battled the hoards of rainbow adorned Londoners and made it. This made me instantly impressed at his perseverance and we wandered off to find a quiet place to chat. I was feeling frisky and just wanted to kiss him, but he was a little shy. I got my kiss and it was as good as I thought it would be, which gave me excitement for what might come later.
We had our drink and carried on flirting and talking about our shared kinks, it really did seem like we aligned in so many fantasies we had yet to play out. Things we both found hot but neither had really tried.
We went our separate ways after that and he went off to prepare for tomorrow’s date. Really it was a pre organised play session as we both knew I was going back to his after lunch, being the slut that I am!
I partied a little hard that night so felt suitably ripe when Sunday morning arrived, however I made my way over to his part of town. He met me at the station and we headed to lunch. There was an air of anticipation as we ate and chatted. We both knew it was going to get exciting. I felt drawn to him, he is able to open up and explain his desires so articulately. It is easy to chat.
Finally we walked along his street, butterflies started to build. I really needed this. We walked up the stairs. "You need to follow my instructions as soon as we enter." I am not always known for my following of instructions, and wanted to challenge him. But as soon as we walked in he gave me no room to challenge. I was stripped, arms bound above my head with horrid cable ties and legs together. There he explored my body, felt my wetness and prepared my next position. He started with the chains. I had explained that I have a thing about being bound in chains, it has connotations for me that excite me. So he collared me, linked the collar to harsh cuffs and then shackled leg cuffs on. The issue was I couldn’t quite stand full coins in this way. It felt completely humiliating as he led me to the mirror to take a look, naturally I was wet!
We then had a tour of his flat. I was blown away at the dungeon he had created. There was bondage everywhere. Firstly I had a good look into the room I was standing in. In one corner was a home crafted spanking bench with an entire basket of hitting implements. Then in the corner he had created a bondage bed with his sofa bed, with enough clamps, electricity play sets and gags to fill a soho store. On the fireplace were his extensive selections of anal plugs and dildos.
The next room had thousands of ropes and lengths of chains, more toys and implements and gags. The rest of the flat had chains attached to every radiator, following a conversation I had said that this was a fantasy, he had thought about everything. I was impressed.
The then had me carry a tray of drinks and snacks to the sitting room. This is not easy when shackled in bloody chains, but I made it. My pride was short lived when he told me where to place myself next. A massive hand weight was on the floor, he had me kneel down and put my bound hands under the weight and locked them to my collar. I was welland truely stuck. To make matters more uncomfortable my toes were cuffed together, a hideous contraption that completely immobilised my legs. With my top half down my ass was left exposed. "This is my chance to try some implements on you, are you ready?" He said with glee. Not much I could do. He tried out some hitty things on my ass. Some stung more than others, but I really got nervous when he reached for the cattle prod. To make matters worse he blindfolded me and placed some rather extreme porn on headphones in my ears. The screams of the woman being tortured mixed with my immobility sent my head reeling. I had mixed emotions of fear and excitement. But it all happened so quickly I let my body go with what was happening, tried not to fight it.
Finally I was untied from this position and moved to the sofa. It was movie time. I had gone over to watch this documentary after all so just to ensure I wasn’t going anywhere, he attached my collar to a chain going around the radiator. As I said, he had thought of everything. We relaxed into the film, but the issue was there were so many women being used, so much porn, it got us both a little excited. So he decided to share his toy with me. Some wonderful wand with an array of attachment heads. Wow. After a bit of this directly on my clit I started to roll through a series of orgasms and squirted all over his sofa. Quite the mess, clearly I was turned on by what we had done up to that point.
The movie was over and there was more from the ‘bondage flat’ to try. This time we made our way to the spanking bench. Now I have not tried much impact but I felt I could trust him so down I went, tied face down and bum in air, not before he tagged me with a horrid penis gag and wrapped my mouth just in case. He started with a stinger. The glass rode. Wow, it stung, really bad. He was clearly getting excited by the marks he was making. He moved through the paddles, each on had a special feature, some a short sharp sting, others and burning sting that lasted longer. I took a fair bit, my ass was beginning to burn. This is when he brought out the wooden paddle. Ouch. That was when I freaked out and called red through my gag. I managed to reach under and unclip my cuffs. I needed out fast.
He knows how to give after care. We spent the rest of the evening chilling and chatting, we talked and talked about everything. It felt like the hitting had made way to connect us. We ended the evening in bed, where he rubbed cream in my burning and bruised ass and massaged my entire body. It was the most perfect way to relax. Then the touching led to sex, he fucked my pussy and quickly moved to my ass. Another resounding orgasum ripped through me. I was spent.
I fell asleep in his pink collar and cuff set, attached by ropes to his bed. Contented.
The Monday morning arrived with a hard cock that needed seeing to, half asleep I offered my pussy. He used it, then again we fucked in the ass and I was now woken with another orgasm. What a way to wake up. While fucking me from behind he grabbed the rope attached to my collar and pulled so hard the chain popped off... opps!
Still locked in his cuffs, we made our way to his kitchen. He is a great cook and I worked around him, making coffee and cleaning up. It kind of felt right, me being naked apart from pretty pink cuffs. As the sun poured through his kitchen window, we enjoyed the delicious breakfast he had prepared. Naturally one thing led to another and I found myself tied to the wall practicing oral on a fulfilling, chain attached to my collar. Boobs bound and sore. I wasn’t doing it right so I go another go at the glass rod on my bruised ass. He relented after a while and plugged my ass and used his lovely little wand on my pussy. This, mixed with the way I was bound and the fact I still had to suck the rubber cock attached to the wall made me start to go somewhere else, things went blurry, my eyes started to roll and I struggled to keep myself upright. It was another sensational orgasm and I really was spent. I could hardly keep myself up but couldn’t get away until he had unlocked my collar to the wall chain. Wow!
I can’t wait for round two if this was round one. What a way to spend 24 hours.
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