Switching places

I stood naked, apart from my leather collar, in the present position as I did every time we were about to enjoy a scene. My eyes looking to the floor but my head upright. Arms held behind my back, pushing my breasts forwards. He entered the room and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation. We hadn’t seen each for a few weeks and I craved his touch on my body and mind. I knew that in a few moments, I would willing offer myself to him to do with as he pleased and that he took that responsibility of meeting my needs seriously.

Without a word, he handed me a black silk blindfold and as would normally be expected, I went to put it on myself. He chuckled at my response, “You are such a good girl but I always say that you should experience everything that you ask someone else to do, so today you are in charge.” My puzzled expression made him laugh harder. “Today, my sweet girl, you get to restrain me and do whatever you wish. Our standard safe words and limits still apply and you may cum however you desire.” I had never been given such permission before, my orgasms were normally fully under his control. I had total faith that he knew when I needed to be edged and when I needed to cum over and over again, my body saying stop but not quite yet.

As I stood motionless, still processing the instruction I had been given, he placed the black cuffs around his wrists and ankles, ensuring the clips were on the outside so they could easily be attached to the restraints that were kept under the bed. “You have my permission to use whatever tools you wish on me. My only requirement is that you fully embrace this challenge.” With that, he lay on the bed, pulling the blindfold over his eyes and spread his arms and legs, mimicking the position that I had been in so many times before. “Now, attach the clips before I change my mind,” he commanded.

The presence of a direct instruction shook me from my thoughts, and I hurried to attach the cuffs to the leather straps that ran under the bed. I knew intimately the sensations that he would be feeling at this point, that he would need to test each strap to make sure that there was enough movement to prevent injury but not enough to allow him to move more than a few inches. And then, that delicious moment when you realise how helpless you are and you surrender yourself to the experience. My pussy throbbed with excitement as I watched his cock harden and twitch in anticipation of what I might do. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his prone body, leaning forward I grazed his lips with my nipples, pulling away as he tried to grab them with his teeth. I let out an involuntary giggle as I watched the smile play over his face and I ran my finger tips lightly where my nipples had just been.

My mind started to race as I considered all of the thing that he did to me in that position, should I try the gentle sensory play of a long ostrich feather teasing his calves or the more intense sharpness of a pinwheel across his most sensitive parts? Or should I make the most of the permission I had been granted and just use his body to pleasure myself?

I then remembered that he had recently purchased a wand vibrator that I was desperate to try out. This could be the perfect opportunity to use it. Any thought of sensory play went out of the window as I grabbed the vibrator and turned the vibrations to their lowest settings, moving my body closer to his head. Carefully, I placed my knees either side of his head and lowered myself towards his mouth. I could feel him stain under the restraints try to reach me with his tongue. As much as I want to feel his tongue against my clit, that wasn’t part of this plan. I held my body just a fraction out of his reach, holding the wand against my throbbing pussy.

I could feel him writhing under me, desperate to taste my wetness but not able to close the gap between his tongue and the folds of my opening. My orgasm was building and I considered my options, he had given me permission to cum so I could make use of that and allow myself to cum several times in different ways or I could stop and frustrate him even more as I know he wanted to taste my juices. I decided it was unlikely I would get this chance again so I turned the vibrations up again and rode myself to a climax allowing my wetness to spill onto his face as he eagerly lapped it up. “You’re getting the hang of this, aren’t you” he growled as I slowly moved away from his head. “I am, but I don’t think I’m anywhere need done yet” I bravely announced.

More to follow.