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Have you ever had a long-distance relationship? I have. And when I say long, I mean inter-continental. I lived in Scotland and he lived in California.And have you ever read erotic stories? Of course you have, you are on an erotic story site. Well, he used to write erotic stories for me. But he didn’t just email them to me, he’d read them to me over the phone. He’d be lying in the sun of a California afternoon, reading his erotic words into the phone, and I’d be lying in the dark of a Scottish night, listening to him and caressing myself, and remembering to come loudly so that he could hear. Writers like feedback on their stories, you know, and that is the best kind of all.
You can learn a lot about yourself from erotic stories. The things that turn you on in real life are not the same as the things that turn you on in stories. I mean I really get turned on when he fucks another woman in a story, it never fails to make me come. But I wouldn’t be so calm if he did it for real.
Being a slave is a real turn-on too, forced to do despicable things by my owner. And I always climax hard when he’d tie me up in a story and then fuck me while I was helpless, unable to move. Maybe that was something that I would enjoy for real.
It is the weekend before Thanksgiving as I get onto a plane for the long flight to California. He meets me at the airport and takes me to his apartment. I go to the bathroom but just take my jeans and panties off completely. I mean what would be the point of pulling them up again. He put his arms around me and we kiss. I mean we’d kissed at the airport but this was a proper kiss.
Tongues intertwined, his hands on my naked ass, his cock pressed against my belly, his thumbs rubbing my nipples through my sports bra.
I squat down in front of him and unbuckle his jeans and get out his lovely cock. It was several weeks since I’d last seen it. He is already hard as I wrap my mouth over his pink knob. He wriggles his jeans down to his ankles and steps out of them as I roll my tongue over his cock-head.
He pulls me up and I lie back on his bed. His fingers are just gently touching my outer lips. They are all smooth and sexy. When we weren’t together I let the hair grow but I always shaved my lips the morning before I would see him.
It made sex more spectacular. His fingers gently part my outer lips, making my clit stick up proud. His tongue gently touches it. Spasms of arousal spark through me. I think oral sex is the most wonderful thing. It is so intimate being licked there, more intimate even than fucking I think. And my orgasm builds up slowly, almost painfully slowly, but it seems to soar to an even higher level before it bursts. Like inflating a balloon slowly until it can take no more and bursts in an explosive crescendo.
He knows my clit, knows just how hard to touch it. I unbutton my shirt while he licks me, pull my bra over my head. My nipples are hard. Raspberries he calls them. Well, they are that color and that size, I have to admit. I reach down and hold myself open for him, freeing his hands to explore other places. He slides a finger into me. I’m really wet, of course. A finger on his other hand lightly touches my asshole. I’ve never had anal sex, that’s something else that turns me on in stories but I’ve not dared to try, but I like it when he fingers me there.
I’m getting close to coming, my hips starts to rock back and forth a little, rubbing my clit on his tongue and working his finger on my ass. Oh, that’s so good, I moan. He’s fingering my clit as well as licking it now, urging it to the finish line. I’m going to come, don’t stop, I hear myself say. I can feel my upper flush hot and pink as my orgasm approaches. A finger is in my ass now, another finger alternating with his tongue on my clit, one soft and wet, the other more aggressive. And I’m there. I can feel the contractions in my cunt, feel my ass milking his finger, feel his tongue gently prolonging my pleasure as long as possible.
I roll him onto the bed on his back.
I straddle him. I need him inside me now, I need the feeling of fullness. I grab his cock and lower my body onto him. He slides into me in a single movement, I’m so wet and ready. I start to thrust my hips hard and fast. I know he won’t be able to take much of this but we’ve got all week for leisurely sex. He reaches out to touch my clit but I move his hand away. I don’t need that much stimulation today, I’ll be able to come just from his cock. In fact I’m nearly there. My thrusting hips are making him come already. I can see it in his face, I can feel it inside my cunt. But I’m not quite there so I keep thrusting. He’ll stay hard long enough for me to make it. His hips are moving underneath me, helping me to top of the hill. And then I’m over, freewheeling down the other side as waves of joy course through my body. I bend down and kiss him as my hips rise and fall until my body is quiet.
I’ve been shopping, he says once our breathing returns to normal. He reaches over, opens a drawer by the bed and gets out something black. I can’t really see what it is. He shows it to me. It is a strip of black leather about eight inches long.
One end has a slot cut in it and the other end has a metal loop. He puts it around my wrist. The metal loop goes through the slot.
What do you clip on there? I ask him.
I haven’t got anything yet. We need to go to the hardware store.
So later that day we’re in Ace buying some clips. They are like the end of a dog’s lead but with both ends that can be clipped onto something. It feels really erotic, like something out of the movie Nine and a half weeks. Of course nobody knows what we plan on using them for so we look completely innocent. It is only in our minds that we know that I will submit to…well I’m not sure what I’ll submit to. I have no idea what he has in mind. But I trust him.
That night we make love again. I’m lying on my back with my knees pulled up taking him deeply into me as he wraps his arms around me and I wrap mine around him. It is so good to feel him against me. Inside me. Reading stories over the phone is just no substitute for the intimacy and passion of surrendering my body to him. Afterwards we start to fall asleep in each other’s arms before we roll over to separate sides of the bed.
Sleeping in each other’s arms works fine in books but in practice it just isn’t that comfortable.
I wake early. Jet lag does that to you. I read my book a little until he wakes up. I put my hand on his belly and stroke him. I touch his nipples gently. I can’t see but I know he will be starting to get hard, starting to ache for my hand on his cock. Which he will get eventually, of course, but not yet.
But he has other ideas. He reaches over and grabs the leather straps from the drawer beside the bed. He takes the two shorter straps, wraps them around my wrists and secures them in place with two of the clips that we bought in the hardware store. The two longer straps he wraps around my ankles and secures with the other two clips. He reaches in the drawer again and takes out a black blindfold and puts it over my eyes. It is really effective, I can’t see a thing.
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Wait, he says. Or rather orders, I like to think. I’m already his slave, his to do with what he wishes.I hear him take some other stuff out of the drawer and he goes from the bedroom into the living room.
I hear the front door open and shut and wonder for a moment if he has left. But I can still hear him doing things but I can’t really tell what from the sounds. I’m in my own black world behind the blindfold.
He comes back in and leads me into the living room and directs me until I’m standing leaning with my back pressed against the front-door to the apartment. He takes one of my wrists and raises it above my head and clips it into something, and then does the same with the other. My arms are fixed above my head in some way. I find out later that he has two leather straps that go over the top of the door and that are held in place once the door is shut. At the end of the straps are short chains that I’m now clipped into.
He makes me move my feet apart. About three feet I’m guessing. My ankle straps are clipped into a bar of some sort that keeps my legs spread. It feels pretty sexy. It must look pretty sexy too. I mean imagine the scene. I’m naked with my arms fixed above my head, thrusting out my breasts. My legs are spread and my cunt is clearly on view, not even hidden by its modest covering of hair. I’ve got big inner lips so even they’ll be clearly visible. I hear his camera take a photograph. At least I’ll be able to see if the scene matches my imagination.
He touches my mouth with his tongue. I open it and his tongue searches out mine, the only point of contact between our two bodies. I can see nothing, don’t forget. Just feel the hard unyielding wood behind me and the unyielding straps immobilizing me. He stops kissing me. A moment later I feel his mouth close over a nipple, feel his teeth gently take it while he flicks the tip of his tongue on the end. The other nipple gets the same treatment. Then he is gone again. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. I feel something at the opening to my vagina.
He pushes it into me, past the ring of muscle so it won’t fall back out. It’s feels like a metal egg or something. Suddenly it starts to vibrate slowly. It feels nice, a warm buzz inside me. It starts to get faster and faster.
I feel his tongue on my clit. My other senses are intensified without sight. I feel totally sex. I won’t be able to take much of this I know. He licks me gently for a time, building up my arousal slowly. Suddenly another vibrator starts to buzz and seconds later I can feel it on my clit. It is intense and I squirm around a little but the straps restrain me and he is merciless at keeping up the assault on my vulnerable defenseless clit.
In no time I’m coming, hanging on the straps above my head as the two vibrators over-stimulate my cunt. My orgasm spirals out from my cunt in waves, curling my toes and rippling through the hair on my scalp. I love to come against a hard surface like a door. I think it’s because when I was a teenager my boyfriends would make me come while I leant against the wall of the porch in front of my parents’ house. A girl doesn’t forget those sorts of early memories.
He removes the vibrator from inside me and goes away again. I hear clanking from the bedroom. I have no idea what he is up to again. Soon he is back. He unclips me from the spreader bar between my feet and unclips me from the straps over the top of the door. Still blindfolded I’m led back into the bedroom. He directs me to lie down on the bed. I’m lying on a pile of pillows under my hips so that my ass is stuck up in the air. He takes my wrists one at a time and clips them into something. Then he does the same with my ankles. I’m spread out in a big X with my ass in the air. I hear him take some more photographs. I must look pretty exposed like this.
I feel him climb onto the bed. Suddenly his tongue is on my asshole. He’s not going to fuck me up the ass like this is he? His tongue moves lower, between my lips, pressing into my already wet cunt, spreading my juices all over my inner lips. I can feel him behind me now. It’s no surprise when I feel his cock in my opening. He slowly pushes into me a little, and then pulls out. Then a little deeper, just a tiny bit deeper, teasing me as he slowly fucks his way into my body.
Behind my blindfold my entire body is focused on the feelings in my cunt. I can’t move, can’t contribute. Everything that happens is being done to me. I’m just there to receive pleasure. Any pleasure he gets he steals from me.
I love being fucked from behind. It is my favorite position. Normally I like to be on all fours so that I can rock back and forth aggressively and fuck him as hard as he is fucking me, rutting animals in the mating season. But today I’m chained and can barely move. He has to do all the work, thrusting his hard cock into the feminine folds between my legs. At this angle he’s pressing on all the right places inside me. I don’t usually come from being fucked from behind but today I might. I can feel his chest on my back as he bends his body over me, pressing hard against my ass to bury his cock in me as deeply as possible.
It is so intense being fucked like this, chained down and blindfolded. He’s thrusting harder now. I moan with pleasure as I start to come. He reaches underneath my body and tweaks one of my nipples hard as the tension of my orgasm breaks. He doesn’t stop fucking though.
He lifts his body off my back so that he can fuck me faster and harder. I know he is close himself and then I can feel him coming, feel the change in the rhythm of his hips, sense the change in the feeling inside my cunt as he pumps into me.
He takes off the blindfold. I can now see that there are two chains fixed across the bed, one at the top and one near my feet. The straps are clipped into the chains. There is absolutely no give in the chains, so I really am immobilized.
That was incredible, I say as he pulls out of me. He unclips first my feet and then my hands. I roll onto my back, still with the leather straps in place. I spread my legs and slowly masturbate for him.
I know he loves to watch. He picks up the camera and photographs me again as my fingers play among the delicate petals of my sex.
I bet you’d like to see all the photographs, wouldn’t you. But this is a story. You’ll just have to use your imagination.
