The order hits hard. ‘Tie yourself.’ Expected. Routine. It lights me up. Burns deep. Eats me alive. I tied the knots myself. Always do. While he slept off the night. Woke up, I knelt at his feet. Quick suck first. Then breakfast orders. Delivered hot. Back to him. Feet planted at his. We shuffle to the kitchen together.
‘Tie yourself,’ he repeats. First noose on left knee. Pull tight. Slide two fingers in. Secure. Rope’s other end to table leg. Right side. His chair spot. His eyes scorch me. Second loop. Left ankle chained low. Mirror on right. Right knee knot forces thighs wide. Animal stance. Exposed. Split open under the table.
The Awakening
Pulse races per knot. I drag it out. Tease the wait. Final loop. Test. Legs locked. Can’t budge. His completely. Almost. Hands free still. Two-second escape. Yank the quick-release cord. Child’s play.
Chair scrapes near. Instinct kicks. Grip chair frame bars under seat. First padlock clicks open. Loops left cuff ring. Through bar. Snap shut. Body buzzes. Pussy drips. Second click seals it. Trapped. His keys only. He savors. So do I.
Sits heavy. Pyjama pants drop. Cock hangs half-soft. Won’t last. My duty. Pride. Chair inches forward. Hands drag. Lips part. Cock slides in. He settles deep. Mercy? His.
Skull presses table underside. No retreat. Tip nudges throat back. Panic surges. Zero control. Yank bonds. Rock solid. My own damn trap!
Shiver racks me. Cough from above. Eyes flick up. Fear melts. Trust absolute. Owned. Safe.
Ease in. Bliss hits. Let go. Head spins wild.
Cough sharper. Grin inside. Nudge forward. Tongue dances. Barely room. Laser focus.
Deep throats roll. He ignores. Breakfast starts. Coffee swirls in sweet hot milk. Spoon clinks.
Cock thickens fast. Suck turns fight. Breath steals. Gags buck. He throbs approval.
‘You forgot honey.’ Boom. Freeze solid. Gut twists. Self-hate floods. Voice drips disappointment. Chair backs off. Cock pops free. Hands trail. He grabs jar. Reseats. Shoves back in.
Double down. Worship harder. Earn pride. Tilt skull. Head mashes cheek left. Right. Slam deep.
The Secret
He chews silent. No touch. No glance. Furniture. His toy. Working.
I know his spots. Suck hard. Lick veins. Tease slit. Deep swallow. Teeth graze shaft soft. Tiny groan escapes. Victory rush. Ramp it. Swirl tongue secrets. Full mast. Groans bottled.
Sudden stand. Plate clear. Stunned. No cum. Failure. Shake hard. Frustration claws.
Clears counters. Walks out. Solo. Punishment pure. Scorn stings worst. Deserved fuckup.
Tied tight. Wait. Stew. Regret chews.
Safeword ready. Hold it. Maso bitch. Floggings thrill me. This? Soul knife.
Endless void. Ten minutes real.
Returns quiet. Padlocks off. Safety pulls free legs. Crawl out. Kneel low.
Arms scoop me. Warm hold. Over.
‘Thank you, Master,’ breathe soft.
‘Calm now. Touch.’ Hug fierce. Scent drowns me. Shakes fade. Fingers comb hair. Forehead pecks. Back strokes. Terror dies. Peace blooms.
Eyes lift. His smile mirrors. Green light. Game reignites. That rush? My dirty secret. Society blind. Here, raw truth.