I finally did. Managed to get a good listen in bed.Firstly… no one wants unwanted guests… certainly not ones that over stay their welcome
Secondly… did you get a chance to listen?
What did you think
I would tease you all day until the room was filled with the aroma of your sex and any touch left you whimpering for more
Oh, I would 100% tie you to the bed, naked and clothed. I'd want to experience both.
Damn. Would happily have you tied down.
I only ask because…
Fuck.I only ask because…
I’m not sure how long you’re kept me waiting like this, but it feels like it could have been hours. My arms are tied above my head, one wrist shackled around the metal corrugated bed frame, the other free so that I could still read my book. You’re not always strict.
And at least the bed is comfy, it’s a double king canopy with gothic, black lace curtains hanging down on either side. Our bedside tables are lit up with candles.
My legs are attached to a spreader bar, tied up with bondage cuffs. I love the feeling of being so exposed. It adds to my pleasure.
You told me to wear my thigh high socks, the ones with the pink frills and I had paired those with a satin, rose coloured thong. I’m topless, of course, and braless because you prefer looking at me this way.
All tied up with no place to go, naked and ready to be played with.
The longer I wait, the wetter I seem to become, patience not being strongest suit. The rule was. No leaving for longer than two hours at a time. And no touching whilst you’re gone. I’m sure you’ve been gone for longer than that so, I trail a finger down my tummy. I inch it closer to the edge of my thong, slowly, gently pushing….If I just…
“I’m half an hour late and you think you can break the rules?”
My head snaps forward, and I snatch my hand away, looking around the room frantically for a you-shaped figure to appear.
“How the fuck can you?… Where are you?”
Your voice fills my ears again, deep with a slight gruffness to it.
Fuck I love your voice.
“Ah, ah, ah. Language, little one. I had a few cameras set up, kind of like tiny ring doorbells. I’ve been watching you since I left…” You pause for a second before continuing. “Take a closer look at Mr and Mrs Bear at the end of the bed.”
I rolled my eyes, but I look. All four sets of stone-cold, soulless eyes look back.
I sigh, cursing under my breath again, throwing a middle finger into the air and waving it around. I knew you would punish me for my behaviour, but you weren’t here right now were you?
I blush, excitement and fear causing my heart rate to increase by the second. I was playing with fire here, and I knew it.
“Take two of your fingers and suck them for me. Right now. I won’t ask you again.”
I bring my fingers to my lips, glaring into Mr. Bear’s black button eyes. My tongue circles the very tips,until I part my lips wider and take them deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. I gag lightly when I push them to the back of my throat but I keep going until my eyes water.
“Good girl. Now spit it all out onto your hand and wipe it over your panties.”
I hold my palm beneath my lips and let the mess fall. Saliva drips in sticky strings, pooling in the centre of my hand before I smear it across the satin between my thighs. I feel the softness of my labia beneath them, my clit already so sensitive.
What would you ask of me next
Pull those panties aside and show me how wet you are…I only ask because…
I’m not sure how long you’re kept me waiting like this, but it feels like it could have been hours. My arms are tied above my head, one wrist shackled around the metal corrugated bed frame, the other free so that I could still read my book. You’re not always strict.
And at least the bed is comfy, it’s a double king canopy with gothic, black lace curtains hanging down on either side. Our bedside tables are lit up with candles.
My legs are attached to a spreader bar, tied up with bondage cuffs. I love the feeling of being so exposed. It adds to my pleasure.
You told me to wear my thigh high socks, the ones with the pink frills and I had paired those with a satin, rose coloured thong. I’m topless, of course, and braless because you prefer looking at me this way.
All tied up with no place to go, naked and ready to be played with.
The longer I wait, the wetter I seem to become, patience not being strongest suit. The rule was. No leaving for longer than two hours at a time. And no touching whilst you’re gone. I’m sure you’ve been gone for longer than that so, I trail a finger down my tummy. I inch it closer to the edge of my thong, slowly, gently pushing….If I just…
“I’m half an hour late and you think you can break the rules?”
My head snaps forward, and I snatch my hand away, looking around the room frantically for a you-shaped figure to appear.
“How the fuck can you?… Where are you?”
Your voice fills my ears again, deep with a slight gruffness to it.
Fuck I love your voice.
“Ah, ah, ah. Language, little one. I had a few cameras set up, kind of like tiny ring doorbells. I’ve been watching you since I left…” You pause for a second before continuing. “Take a closer look at Mr and Mrs Bear at the end of the bed.”
I rolled my eyes, but I look. All four sets of stone-cold, soulless eyes look back.
I sigh, cursing under my breath again, throwing a middle finger into the air and waving it around. I knew you would punish me for my behaviour, but you weren’t here right now were you?
I blush, excitement and fear causing my heart rate to increase by the second. I was playing with fire here, and I knew it.
“Take two of your fingers and suck them for me. Right now. I won’t ask you again.”
I bring my fingers to my lips, glaring into Mr. Bear’s black button eyes. My tongue circles the very tips,until I part my lips wider and take them deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. I gag lightly when I push them to the back of my throat but I keep going until my eyes water.
“Good girl. Now spit it all out onto your hand and wipe it over your panties.”
I hold my palm beneath my lips and let the mess fall. Saliva drips in sticky strings, pooling in the centre of my hand before I smear it across the satin between my thighs. I feel the softness of my labia beneath them, my clit already so sensitive.
What would you ask of me next
I said this before a few months ago…Could you please elaborate this type of celibate and healing method, Bean?
Is this kind of cock poisoning/overdosing?
The right cock should belongs to the right person as well that issure... but you can't deny for long the rules of the nature... without consequences...
out of choice though. Practising restricted celibacy (meaning non penetrative sexual activity which I’ve allowed myself) was just a part of my new year new me plan.
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I spent almost 15 years single . I get it. The solitude is even a little addictiveI said this before a few months ago…
Quote on quote:
“You guys are going to literally freak when I tell you this but I’ve actually not had sex since last year
Write a lot of smut. Be eaten out if needs be. Masturbate ( a lot ). But refrain from letting someone’s dumb son break my heart/cheat/play me around.
Maybe the right person can chance that
No, dick isn’t poisonous but the human body and soul attached to it can be.
I’m an inherently sensitive and gentle soul. When I connect with someone I love with my entire being. I allow myself to be hurt often times using sex as a way to heal and make myself feel better. Even with toxic men.
I had to put a stop to that this year.
And for reference I’ve spent most of my life in serious relationships. This is the longest I’ve been alone and single for since around 19. I deserve the peace.
But… a girl has needs and some of those needs are filled here… by you…
Mmmm feck! Bean!Here’s a little game for you…
How good do you think you are at… PAUSING?
https://vlix.io/video/1419136e443a70489c12/
I get it, I've honestly never had a girlfriend. I tend to break things when they get good, or could get good. I appreciate you and all that you are. I just hope we can get closer!I said this before a few months ago…
Quote on quote:
“You guys are going to literally freak when I tell you this but I’ve actually not had sex since last year
Write a lot of smut. Be eaten out if needs be. Masturbate ( a lot ). But refrain from letting someone’s dumb son break my heart/cheat/play me around.
Maybe the right person can chance that
No, dick isn’t poisonous but the human body and soul attached to it can be.
I’m an inherently sensitive and gentle soul. When I connect with someone I love with my entire being. I allow myself to be hurt often times using sex as a way to heal and make myself feel better. Even with toxic men.
I had to put a stop to that this year.
And for reference I’ve spent most of my life in serious relationships. This is the longest I’ve been alone and single for since around 19. I deserve the peace.
But… a girl has needs and some of those needs are filled here… by you…
No one hassling you…
There is quite a lot to be said for that argument.
Honestly, those three things, are really what I've always wanted. Just to be loved unconditionally by someone, that's not family. Beautiful energy in those statements.
In love passionate fucking is my favourite type of sex.
Where you can ask for anything and get it. It all just feels amazing.
I would ravage you and drag out your pleasure. There is not enough time in the day to give you all the pleasure you deserve.
So hard to find but so damn worth it. Its really what keeps me trying to find it. The thought that it's out there, and if I give up looking completely ill never find that, and that's powerful motivation.
. I am enjoying reading your in-depth thoughts because they are both interesting and a turn-on at the same time .
