My boyfriend, Eric, and I have lived together for almost a year now. We’ve settled into a comfortable and predictable routine. I embrace and appreciate our sex life as he tends to be open and free spirited while I tend to be a bit more reserve. My naturally submissive and introverted nature draws me to his relentless need to push the envelope and gives me the perfect cover for secretly wanting him to test those sexual boundaries without my having to admit it, all the while claiming reluctance. Most recently, Eric has introduced the idea of tying me up with ropes or using other bondage in our sexual escapades. I rejected the idea outright at first, but his constant persistent stretched over weeks, eventually wore me down until I finally agreed to try.

I knew once I agreed to him letting do this, he would become obsessed with the thought and sure enough, Eric did not hold back as he shared and articulating his excitement, lust and anticipation. I began having second thoughts about this, but I knew there was no backing out without consequences or disapproval on his behave. Despite my hesitation, I hid my reluctance and went along with whatever plans he was eagerly concocting.

He wasted no time, the very next day, Eric stopped at the home improvement store and came home with a neatly coiled 50-foot bundle of thick red nylon braided rope, almost as if he’d been planning this for far longer than he let on. When he pulled it from the bag and held it up for me to see, my eyes widened. I was shocked as a wave of intimidation washed over me. Eric smirked, taking clear delight in my discomfort, my expression was all too obvious.

“Eric! I don’t know about this, I’m not sure I want you to tie me up!” I protested weakly.

“Why, sweetie, it’ll be fun. You’ll see, you’re in your safe space with me,” he said, trying to reassure me. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but ... but I’m not sure I’m ready for this!” I admitted as my voice barely above a whisper.

“Awww...” He stepped in close and gave me a reassuring hug. “You’ll enjoy this, I know you will.” I felt somewhat comforted by his confidence along with the guilt of not wanting to disappoint him.

I exhaled slowly, my breath trembling. “Alright,” I surrendered, yielding to his persuasion.

“Atta girl,” Eric replied back still holding me close as he kissed my forehead, as if to reward my submission.

Later as the evening progressed, I could sense his excitement, his eagerness to hurry or bypass our normal routines in anticipation of initiating our first tie-up session. I have to admit, while I still had reservations about letting him tie me up, something inside was undeniably exciting me. Inherently, I kept my excitement hidden, only my submissive nature surfaced letting hesitation and nervousness take its place instead.

We finished our evening ritual early and headed for the bedroom. Eric playfully suggested I put on something sexy and alluring, but I tensely rejected the idea.

“No, I’ll just wear panties and a bra instead,” I stated while Eric merely smirked without argument.

“Okay, sure. That’s fine,” he agreed too easily.

Normally we both turn in together as part of our nightly bedtime routine. But tonight, I went into our bathroom and closed the door behind me leaving Eric in the bedroom as I needed a moment to freshened up and collect myself. Feeling a bit anxious, I undressed down to my bra and panties, brushed my teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. I ran the brush through my hair, tilting my head side to side in the mirror. I smoothed down my bra and panties, exhaled a slow, steadying breath into my cupped hand to catch the scent of my freshly rinsed mouth, and finally, I checked my reflection one last time before turning off the lights, opening the door and stepping out.

The bedroom was dimly lit as I stepped hesitantly toward the bed. Eric moved in calmly from behind, but despite his gentle approach, my nerves got the better of me and I was startled. He moved my hair to one side, exposing my neck, and gently kissed it. His kiss felt exhilarating sending a stimulating wave through my body and making me tremble.

“Mmmm ... I like that,” I said, when no sooner had the words left my mouth than I felt both my wrists being pulled behind me.

Eric was holding both my wrists in one hand and looping the rope around them with the other.

“Not too tight, Eric.” I said timidly.

“Shhh...” His breath was warm against my ear. “I’m in charge here.” He replies back soft but confidently as he continued looping the rope, keeping it loose at first. Then he began crossing it diagonally, over and over, slowly tightening the slack until it was snug.

“Ugh...” I let out a soft whimper as I felt the restriction on my arms. He continued running the rope just above my elbows, looping it numerous times keeping it very loose. He begins crossing it diagonally, loop after loop, methodically, unbothered and taking his time until the space between my elbows was filled with coiled rope. I immediately felt my torso push forward as he tied my elbows. I gave a small shrug off my chest and shoulders only to feel the rope’s firm hold.

“Ugh ... a bit much, don’t you think?” I questioned hesitantly.

“Shh ... I said I’m in charge here. You belong to me right now,” Eric replied slowly, firm and authoritative.

I could feel my heart pounding excitedly in my chest. Eric now had me totally under his control. I felt his hand land on my hip, slowly moving upward toward my chest pushing me back into him, while he pressed his crotch firmly against my tied hands. I could feel his hard cock beneath his briefs. I gave a gentle, squeezing massage, and he responded by rubbing himself against my clenched hand. His palm had already found its way beneath my bra, cupping my breast and working it with a slow and steady massage that made my breath skip. His other hand joined in, kneading both my breasts simultaneously while one hand traced slow, deliberate circles around my nipple. An involuntary shiver rippled through my body as I felt my nipple harden under his tender touch. His other hand began slowly sliding down toward my pelvis, slipping underneath my panties. The instant his fingers graze the top of my vulva, I took a sudden involuntary breath as my body trembles beyond my control.

“Ohhh...” An unintentional, soft, timid moan escaped me. It was obvious I had no control over my reactions nor my own body. Eric was indeed in charge, he had me exactly how he wanted, vulnerable and at his dominant mercy. His hand descended further, his middle finger easing inside me and invoking a louder moan. Then another followed, and another, moans gushing out of me beyond my control.

“Shit!” Eric exclaimed, raising his hand and holding it up like evidence. “You’re fucken soaked.” Rubbing his thumb and middle finger together, the wetness gleaming between them. “Look, you like this, don’t you?”

Looking at his fingers in surprise while breathing hard, trying to slow my breath and regain my composure. Before I had a chance to answer, he shoved his hand into my mouth, forcing me to taste the juices of my own arousal.

“Gaugh!” I gagged as he held his fingers in my mouth for a few moments longer. Then he finished by wiping his wet hand across my face, leaving me flushed and humiliated.

He settled his hand back over my vulva, continuing without hesitation as if he’d never stopped. Feeling somewhat dumbfounded, I couldn’t bring myself to protest, but secretly welcoming his hand, his finger back inside me. I could feel Eric’s other hand squeezing and cupping my breast tighter, his fingers pressing against my nipple with greater intention. My body flinched as I took another involuntary breath, feeling his finger penetrate me again.

“Ohh ... Errrrric!” A helpless moan escaped me, his name tumbling out, a testament of just how much I was enjoying this, wanting more. His finger slid in further with while his hand spread across my entire mound. His hand came up and back down again in a steady rhythm, his middle finger sliding inside with every stroke. The wet sound of his finger was impossible to ignore, evidence of just how completely he was controlling my pleasure.

My breath grew heavier with each passing second, completely under his spell. I remembered my hold on his cock still in my hand and gave it a squeeze, but he was so focused on me that he barely reacted, his strokes against my mound only growing more intense. He showed no signs of stopping. My knees buckled, my legs trembling beneath me, while his other hand clamped down harder on my breast. I felt an orgasm building inside me. My legs were weak, barely holding me, but I rose onto my toes and began rocking against him as I felt myself approaching the edge. My moans grew louder, I had no control over them.

“That’s it, slut, let it all out!” His voice was harsh, demanding, unlike anything I’d heard from him before. He had never called me that. And yet, I moaned louder, unable to stop myself giving myself over to it completely.

“AGHHHHHH! I, I think ... I ... I’m ... I’m about to cum!” I cried out. I was right there, teetering on the edge. Then, without warning, he stopped and pull his hand away.

“No, no ... not yet, slut!” His voice was firm and commanding. “You don’t get to come yet!”

My heart plummeted. I wanted to cum, needed it so badly I ached for the release. My hips still moved on reflex, wanting the stimulus of his touch, but his hand was no longer there, leaving me desperate and stranded.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeease, Eric!” The plea sputtered out of my mouth, desperate and completely undone.

“Hmm.” He breathed out with complete superiority as he steered me toward the edge of the bed. Then with a deliberate pushed forward, holding and guiding me by the rope on my wrists I tumble forward landing chest first onto the mattress.

“Ohhhh...” A feeble moan escaped me as I collapsed onto the mattress. I pathetically sprawled my legs, attempting to arch my ass upward, desperately offering myself. With my arms pinned behind me and my chest flat against the bed, making it nearly impossible to maneuver my waist upward.

I heard Eric step back, pausing for a moment suggesting he was removing his briefs. Breathing hard and still reeling from the rush of excitement, after a several seconds, I twisted my head catching him in the corner of my eye, he was taking photos of me with his phone. I saw his proud smirk on his face as he took a few more shots. I hadn’t expected that. I could feel my face burning with humiliation, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about being seen like this. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, and another part stayed silent, letting him have his moment. I was aroused by his complete control over me. After all, I didn’t really have a choice at this point.

I heard him set his phone down and step up behind me with calm confidence. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me higher onto my knees until I was perched at the edge of the bed. My panties got pulled to one side as I felt the palm of his hand press against my mound, his fingers sliding inside and spreading me open.

“Ohhhh...” His touch triggered another involuntary moan as my body trembled. I felt his other hand grip his cock, preparing to fuck me. Then he began to brush my pussy with the tip, teasing me, stroking it up and down without pushing inside me.

“Ohhhh GOD...” A sputtered cry tumbled out of me. The sensation, combined with the anticipation, his deliberate teasing was overwhelming. I was helpless and his to do with as he pleased. I wanted, I needed his cock inside me. But he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was savoring every second of my desperation.

“Pleeeeease, Eric ... fuck me, please fuck meeeee!” I begged him, shameless and desperate.

“Keep begging, slut!” Eric ordered, calm but absolute. “I might if you tell me what you are!” All the while, he kept teasing me with his cock, dragging the tip up and down along my wet pussy as my body quivered uncontrollably.

“I’m ... I’m your slut,” I breathed desperate, humiliated and completely surrendered. He had me exactly how he wanted me, in total control over every inch of my body. I was his to do with as he pleased.

“Look at you, slut!” Eric paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “This is mine, you desperate little slut.” I felt him press against me, and then he pushed his cock inside, slow and deliberate.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” My mouth flew open as I let out a loud moan, my bound hands spreading wide and my toes curling. I felt every inch of his cock slide into me. He held there for a few seconds, deep inside me. Then he pulled back and thrust into me again with a greater force.

“AHHHH, AHHHHHH!” I gasped for air as he began to fuck me. “FU, FU, FUCK ME, YES FUCK ME! I begged. This was what I had wanted all along, I just didn’t know it until Eric showed me exactly what I was meant to be. Submissive, helplessly tied, a slave to his pleasure, something in me I didn’t even know existed. But I liked it, it felt like home.

Eric kept fucking me, his intensity growing with every thrust. I was his to do with as he pleased. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet his force. He had already primed me and within less than a minute, I felt myself on the edge again, helpless and desperate, about to erupt under his control. I moaned in ecstasy as he fucked me harder, pressing my face into the mattress with every thrust. I didn’t care. I wanted him to use me, to fuck me, to make me cum.

I screamed into the sheets as I released. Eric kept going. His grip and thrusts intensified as my satisfied moans were muffled by the bed. I was satisfied and spent, but he was far from done. His rhythm stayed relentless. He wasn’t about to stop until he was finished with me. Not until he had fulfilled every ounce of lust he craved. He wanted to ruin me, to leave no doubt who I belonged to. I was being fucked like never before, helpless, overwhelmed, nothing more than an object for his pleasure. And I loved every second of it.

He kept clenching and squeezing my ass cheeks as he fucked me. He kneaded my flesh obsessively, then without warning landed one hard smack across my ass cheek, leaving a hot sting.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I moaned into the sheets. The smack was completely unexpected, sending a jolt of pure sensation through my entire body. The smack triggered another orgasm surging to life, tightening and building fast. He kept fucking me harder as my body tremble uncontrollably. I was already exhausted but deep down, I wanted Eric to take me completely.

“GRRRRRRR!” Eric growled as he slammed into me. “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you really good, slut!” It was obvious he was close as his fury intensifying with every word. “You’re mine, slut!”