Her perspective
Posted: April 1st, 2016, 11:57 pm
After reading the Moaning Old Git thread, I realised that I've been one of the passive ones who haven't contributed anything original to help keep this place alive. And other than a few comments on threads I've very much been a "tourist." And as I love the site - it's one of a handful that I've used consistently while exploring my fetish(es) and finding new ones(!) - and I'm very appreciative of all the work that goes into it, so I thought I'd share an experience that I had a couple of years ago, written with my girlfriend, from her perspective. Any and all thoughts, comments etc are welcome. It won't be to everybody's taste, but you don't have to read it 
He was asleep when I got home, lying face down on the bed in his favourite blue cagoule, and matching overtrousers. I pulled his wrists together behind his back and tightly tied them, then his ankles. He awoke as I was tying the hood, gathering the smooth nylon and pulling it tight around his face. When he asked what I was doing I pushed the ball gag into his mouth, buckling it tightly and muffling his surprised protests. I left him squirming helplessly on the bed while I took a long shower, leaving him to get more excited and frustrated by the minute. When I went back into the bedroom, I manoeuvred him off the bed and into a kneeling position, I put my legs either side of him and pulled his hooded and gagged head towards my clit. He moaned in frustration - desperate to lick and taste me, he told me afterwards - I ground my pelvis against his face, making him struggle and strain against his unyielding bonds, before unstrapping the gag and forcing him to lick me, dragging my nails over the hood, making him shiver with desire. When I could take no more, I gagged him again, and got up from the bed. I blindfolded him and after giving him a few hard spanks I pulled the overtrousers down just enough to expose his arse and pushed the buttplug into him. Making him groan with ecstasy through the gag. After pulling his trousers up and pulling him back onto the bed, I left the room again, just to add to his frustration.
...Some time later, I went quietly back into the room to watch him squirm and struggle, before climbing onto the bed and roughly rolling him onto his stomach and running my nails over his prone, nylon clad body, making him moan and struggle. It was almost time to finally ease his frustration. But first...
Rolling him quickly over onto his back, pushing the plug further into his tight, sensitive anus, I softly stroked his prone body through the flimsy nylon, making him sigh with pleasure and struggle against the ropes. I pulled the front of his overtrousers into a sheath around his throbbing, straining cock and then took it in my mouth. Sucking and licking until he was just about to cum and then stopping, making him cry out in protest. I did this again and again until he couldn't take any more, I once again pulled his legs off the bed, turning him so he was bent over on his stomach. After another brief spanking, I pulled his trousers down again and eased the plug slowly out. I lubed up the dong, and after fastening the belt around my waist, and adjusting it for comfort, I kneeled behind him and slowly but firmly entered him, penetrating deeply, making him arch his back and pull against the ropes binding his wrists, as I reached around him, firmly grabbing his nylon-sheathed, and quivering cock...
He was asleep when I got home, lying face down on the bed in his favourite blue cagoule, and matching overtrousers. I pulled his wrists together behind his back and tightly tied them, then his ankles. He awoke as I was tying the hood, gathering the smooth nylon and pulling it tight around his face. When he asked what I was doing I pushed the ball gag into his mouth, buckling it tightly and muffling his surprised protests. I left him squirming helplessly on the bed while I took a long shower, leaving him to get more excited and frustrated by the minute. When I went back into the bedroom, I manoeuvred him off the bed and into a kneeling position, I put my legs either side of him and pulled his hooded and gagged head towards my clit. He moaned in frustration - desperate to lick and taste me, he told me afterwards - I ground my pelvis against his face, making him struggle and strain against his unyielding bonds, before unstrapping the gag and forcing him to lick me, dragging my nails over the hood, making him shiver with desire. When I could take no more, I gagged him again, and got up from the bed. I blindfolded him and after giving him a few hard spanks I pulled the overtrousers down just enough to expose his arse and pushed the buttplug into him. Making him groan with ecstasy through the gag. After pulling his trousers up and pulling him back onto the bed, I left the room again, just to add to his frustration.
...Some time later, I went quietly back into the room to watch him squirm and struggle, before climbing onto the bed and roughly rolling him onto his stomach and running my nails over his prone, nylon clad body, making him moan and struggle. It was almost time to finally ease his frustration. But first...
Rolling him quickly over onto his back, pushing the plug further into his tight, sensitive anus, I softly stroked his prone body through the flimsy nylon, making him sigh with pleasure and struggle against the ropes. I pulled the front of his overtrousers into a sheath around his throbbing, straining cock and then took it in my mouth. Sucking and licking until he was just about to cum and then stopping, making him cry out in protest. I did this again and again until he couldn't take any more, I once again pulled his legs off the bed, turning him so he was bent over on his stomach. After another brief spanking, I pulled his trousers down again and eased the plug slowly out. I lubed up the dong, and after fastening the belt around my waist, and adjusting it for comfort, I kneeled behind him and slowly but firmly entered him, penetrating deeply, making him arch his back and pull against the ropes binding his wrists, as I reached around him, firmly grabbing his nylon-sheathed, and quivering cock...
