1. Testing Limits


    Date: 5/6/2017, Categories: BDSM, Masturbation, Sex Humor, Author: ella-x, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    with one swift flick of his thumb and forefinger. My breasts fell free; nipples already hard from the work of his hands upon my body. He flicked the pads of his thumbs over the stiff peaks, just once, before dragging them down my body and popping the top button of my jeans open with an equally as skilled flick to the one that had removed my bra. He dropped to his knees and pulled both my jeans and underwear down to my ankles; looking up at me as he held the back of my knee to help me step out of them. His lips ghosted the very innards of my thighs before he came back up to his feet and stood tall before me with his hands either side of my hips. The touch during my swift undressing had been minimal, but it was enough to have my pulse pushing bl**d through me and hairs standing on end. Naked, I watched as he walked over to the open door and came back with one of his white t-shirts. “I want you to wear this,” he spoke as he lifted my arms over my head and slipped it on. “For now.” It fell mid-way down my thighs and d****d loosely over my torso; covering my body, bar my limbs. I looked up at him with confused eyes; not quite sure why he’d undressed me to dress me again. “If you’re wondering,” he whispered sultrily as he leant towards my ear. “I’m covering your body because I don’t want you to get cold in here.” His fingertips danced just beneath the hem of the t-shirt. “And I remember how aroused you were to see yourself in that mirror when you were spread upon the bed.” His lips ...
    came over mine. “You’re sensitive to visuals,” he smirked, “I don’t want you giving into your own body before we’ve even started.” Matt’s cryptic words held me mesmerised. I wasn’t entirely sure what this test was going to involve, but judging by the look on Matt’s face, I had a feeling that he was going to challenge both my physical and mental stamina. He turned from me and pulled one of the leather chairs out to the centre of the floor. “Come here,” he asked gently, though with a wickedly erotic twist to his voice. I walked over to the chair and stood before Matt. “I’d like you to sit as you would do normally but with your knees apart and your ankles either side of the chair legs.” The leather was cool on the backs of my thighs as I sat down as Matt had asked; watching as he walked back over to the door and pulled out two strands of white rope. He held my gaze as he knelt at my feet and bound my ankles to the wooden legs of the chair; rope twisting right up to just below my knees. I tensed my thigh muscles as I tested to see if I could bring them together. “Notice how I’ve bound you from ankles to knees?” I nodded. “You won’t be able to close your legs unless I untie you, so you may as well save your energy.” Another cryptic line to play on my mind. His words suggested struggle, though I couldn’t see past the dark glint in his eyes as he smirked up at me. He smoothed his palms along the insides of my thighs right until his fingertips reached the creases, before standing up ...
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