Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “You are not my first Dom, Sir, but I will Always Be Bound to you” Oh Sir, did you think you were my first Dom? You know that I am your possession, I belong to you and only you.. but my first Dom, he was the one who taught me how to be Submissive.
The year before I met you. He taught me well, but I did not belong to him as he moved on. Then I met you, while you were drumming to the rhythm. Do you remember? I was hooked. Everything about you was perfect and there was something about you I desired. A strong attraction that I have never felt with anyone before. Tell me, did you feel the same about me?
Is it bugging you that you don’t know who the first Dom is? Oh Sir, My sweetie, my man of rhythm, you know who he is and it is bugging you that you don’t know the name..
Shall I give you a hint? No. I won’t. It is all a fun game. And it is bothering you that I have control of it all -Do you enjoy me being the Femdom? Or do you want me to be Submissive? I will be anything you want as I will always do what you ask me to do as I am bound to you….And here is a little secret I will share- Your cock is perfect. I worship it.
Sir, we are bound together in both reality and fantasy. Don’t you wish you and I fucked in years past? Oh I do as it was what we both desired….isn’t it ?
Tell me, Sir, is this story about you or the first Dom I knew? My thoughts and desires will always be bound to you, Sir. Let’s begin the story about fucking, shall we? And I know you wish you could make this happen..so do I, sweetie. So do I….
Caught somewhere in the hazy state of mind that separates our waking mind from sleep, I feel pleasure. I lay face down on the bed, my head tilted to one side, my arms are crossed above my head, my legs are spread wide apart. I am half trapped in a dream, as I become aware of the pleasure of being touched.
I feel gentle hands stroking my bare naked flesh, down the length of my back, lingering in the curve of the small of my back, and longer as the hands reach my firm round ass.
I am still had asleep.. and sure that I am dreaming, I cling to sleep, praying the pleasure will continue.
The hands grow bolder, and fingers glide over the curve of my ass and my inner thighs. I feel my hips lifted up onto soft pillows, my legs spread wider apart, I am becoming aware in my dream that I am restrained somehow, at my ankles.
The pleasure mounts as attention is turned to my genitals. I feel fingers explore my body, gently at first - then more insistently. I feel weight on my hips and become aware that someone is sitting on me, facing my feet, their hands force my legs so wide apart that it hurts a little.
Then I feel hot breath caress my anus, my clit, as a mouth hovers over my ass and moist pussy. I feel a deliciously warm, rough tongue circle my clit, making me wetter and wetter.
I cling to the dream, growing a little more aware of restraints at my wrists, and hurting a little at my ankles.
The tongue starts to lick me in long, slow strokes starting at my clit and finishing at my anus circling it, getting rougher, the pleasure intensifying with every stroke. I feel the pleasure centre once again, on my clit, and a finger enters my wet, throbbing pussy, I try to thrust against it, to relieve some tension, but cannot move. I moan, but no sound escapes my lips, in this dreamy fog.
The tongue ceases and I feel two fingers inside, then three, thrusting in and out so tight inside me, with a maddening rhythm, then one enters my anus. The thrusting continues, growing faster and faster but easing off as I start to climax, not allowing me to be spent. Rousing a little more from sleep with the growing pleasure.
My moans are stifled by something in my mouth.
I am now becoming aware that not only I am bound tightly to the bed at wrist and ankle, I am also gagged, a little afraid, but swept away in the pleasure. Trusting the safety of dreams, I enjoy it, the pleasure and the pain are addictive.
The fingers stop their motion and my wet, throbbing pussy, is left exposed, spread open and anticipating more. If I were not gagged I would be begging for more, to be fucked, sucked, touched, anything, so long as the pleasure continued. The weight on my hips shifts, I am alone on the bed, but not for long.
I feel something cool and hard press between my legs, it starts to vibrate. The warmth of the sensations spread from my clit, outwards and through my whole body, it moves in long strokes lingering around my anus. I feel cold lubricant smeared on my ass, the tip of the vibrator pushing its way into the tightness, inching deeper and deeper.
Then my pussy is filled in one hard thrust, by a cock, a very large, hard cock. I can tell from the frenzied thrusting that he is as crazed with lust as I, turned on by the physical power he has over me.
My passive submission is enforced by the restraints, but binding me face down on the bed only adds to the pleasure for me. Allowing me to enjoy pleasures I could never bring myself to verbalize. My body’s response an invitation for him to indulge our darkest fantasies. The urgency of his thrusts increase as he pounds into me deeper and deeper, roughly fucking me.
I can feel his delight in my body’s response to his, the delight he feels at having a helpless bound plaything. I feel guilt in the pleasure of being bound, of enjoying such depravity - yet I surrender myself completely to this unknown, unseen force. It sends me spiraling into one pleasurable climax after another, I almost hate myself for loving it so much.
Now, Sir, you want to know who this story is about? This story is about you as I am bound to you and you are bound to me, in both fantasy and reality.
