I’d never come so many times so close together. I was amazed at how little I knew about my own body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I sank into the sensation, giving in to the pleasure.
“Open your eyes.” He said, “I want you looking at me when you come. I want you to know who is allowing you to feel this way.”
I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at him my eyes glazed with pleasure, I could barely think, barely breathe all I could do was feel. It was a struggle to keep them open; the sensations racing through my body were too much.
“That’s right keep looking at me. I can tell you want to come again. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes I’m ready, please Sir, I want to come, let me come, please, please.” I begged over and over, the pressure building to its climax.
“Alright, you can come on the count of 3. One….” My body started to shake, “Two…” It was all I could do to keep my eyes locked with his, my body was arching up off the bed, my arms and legs pulling tightly at the ropes, “Three…” My body shattered, light exploded in my head as pleasure ripped through my body. It had never been this intense before. I couldn’t breath, my body shook, and the feelings were overwhelming. I felt tears welling in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t understand why, but the emotions and sensations swirling in my body were too much.
He stared down at me, watching me. “Now it’s my turn.” he said as he thrust into me hard. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he came deep within me. Causing my body to arch, shiver and come once again.
When his body slowed, he shifted his weight to one side, keeping himself inside me and reached out and loosened the rope holding my right arm, he repeated this on the other side. I put my hands over my face, ashamed, embarrassed. He gently moved my hands away and reached out to smooth my hair back from my face, wiping the tears that ran down my cheeks. “Its all right,” he said, “you are free now, that’s what you are feeling. You finally know what it is to be free; to just feel, and not worry about whom you are, what you are doing or what you need to do tomorrow.”
With his words my tears came faster. He slowly pulled out and started moving off of me, but I grabbed for his arms. I didn’t understand these feelings I had inside me. I was scared and I felt even more vulnerable now than I did when I was tied to the bed and he was watching me. I didn’t want him to leave. “I’m just untying your legs.” He said as he moved away from me and unbound my legs. My arms and legs ached. I could tell I would be sore tomorrow. I wondered if I would have bruises on my wrists and ankles and how I would explain them. As soon as I was free I turned on my side and curled in a ball, sobs making my body shake.
He crawled back up and wrapped his arms around me. “Letting go is one of the hardest things anyone can do.” He whispered to me, and then he bent and kissed the back of my head. We lay there like that for a while, my sobs finally slowed and I felt myself relax into the warmth of his body wrapped protectively around me. “You’re mine now, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He said. He moved his hand to my breast and cupped it possessively. I felt a jolt of pleasure at his words, but I was so tired and as I drifted to sleep, his hand on my breast, his body around mine, I thought “freedom” how funny to find it with a collar around my neck, tied to a bed.