Bound & Bounced Audio Erotica Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “Bound & Bounced”. Everybody deserves somebody who makes them look forward to their next orgasm, isn’t that right, Sir?

You know, Doctor, I want you to be gentle with me, be sweet and kind. Oh fuck, who am I kidding? I want you to flip me over, ride my ass and pull my hair. These are my fantasies, will you make them real?

I love writing BDSM and making you the Muse, Sir. Let’s begin….

Sir uncoiled the blue rope. I raised my arms and stood patiently, while he wound the rope behind my back, then around and under my tits, then above, and between, tying it off there. We stood so that I could watch in the mirror as the rope tightened and my voluminous tits bulged between the loops of rope. We’re still working at a very basic level with rope, but even this simple tit tie was beautiful. We stood there admiring, and I insisted that we take a couple of pictures. Then it was time to activate the Starter Buttons.

That’s what I’ve taken to calling my nipples. They are so sensitive, that, as Sir said the other day, I go from “zero to slut” with one touch. I objected that I was already a slut, even before he touched my nipples, so the analogy was flawed.

The tight ropes around my breasts made my nipples even more sensitive, by an order of magnitude, and I squealed when he finally touched one. I should explain that this squeal is an enjoyable sound to most of my lovers. Especially a new one: when they reach out and touch my nipple for the first time and witness the extremity of my response, I love that moment of discovery. Last weekend a new friend spent nearly an hour making me squirm and squeal, simply by pinching and stroking my nipples.

I enjoy being pulled by the rope. I’m such a control freak in so many aspects of my life, but for the right person and at the right time, I love the surrender of being led by the rope that is tied around me. Sir pulled me into the bedroom by the rope around my tits.

“Suck my cock,” he demanded. I maneuvered my way to hovering just over it, and began licking and teasing the head with my tongue. Then I inhaled slowly, and lowered my mouth over his cock, taking it deep into my throat. I sucked and licked hungrily, but that wasn’t where we were landing. He grabbed the rope again, and pulled me up. “Sit on my cock.” I climbed on top of him.

My bound tits bounced against the rope as I rocked back and forth on him until he groaned in orgasm and his cum flowed out like a river of beauty. I love his cum so much.