Bondage Bet: Allen's Submission

The scent of leather and arousal hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of the bed where Allen lay tied, his muscles straining against the restraints. A mischievous glint danced in my eyes as I surveyed him, a silent challenge laid bare in my expression. “I bet I can tie you up so you can’t get free,” I declared, my voice a low murmur that vibrated with anticipation.

“And I bet you can’t,” Allen responded, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance that I found utterly delightful. It was a game, a delicious dance of power and control, and I was eager to test my abilities. “Would you be willing to let me test that bet out?” I inquired, stepping back to retrieve the collection of silk scarves I’d gathered earlier. Each one was a vibrant splash of color, promising both elegance and restraint.

“Of course I would, Mistress Christie,” Allen agreed, his eyes never leaving mine. He knew what he was getting into, this willing participant in my twisted game. As I moved closer, tying his left wrist to the bedposts, the tightness of the knot felt strangely intimate, a physical manifestation of the power dynamic we were exploring. I tested it, pulling gently, ensuring it wasn’t too painful, but firm enough to maintain control. Then, with a deft hand, I secured his other wrist to the opposite post, his muscular arms spread wide as he strained against the restraints, his teeth working frantically to break free. The sight of his raw desire, the visible struggle, only intensified my own arousal. His chiseled jawline and handsome profile were almost too much to bear, the sheer perfection of his form a constant reminder of the pleasure that awaited.

“Wow, these are good,” he praised, admitting defeat after a futile attempt to free himself. “I underestimated your abilities.” My lips curled into a knowing smile. As my gaze dropped to his toned chest and abs, already exposed by his own actions, the temptation became overwhelming. He’d taken off his shirt before I’d even begun, anticipating my every move, a willing participant in this thrilling display of dominance.

“You definitely did,” I grinned, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let’s continue, shall we?” I descended upon him, my movements deliberate and sensual, stripping away the last vestiges of his resistance. “You are so hot, Allen, and you are all mine, all mine,” I murmured, tracing my fingers along the contours of his pecs and swirling around his nipples, savoring the heat that radiated from his skin. A slow, deliberate lick down his torso led me to the edge of his hair, disappearing into his pants, a tantalizing invitation to explore further.

“I am at your mercy, Mistress,” Allen breathed, his voice hoarse with anticipation. “Do with me what you will.” The words hung in the air, a testament to his complete submission. “Yes, I shall,” I responded, my voice a silken whisper. “And the first thing I’m going to do is get you completely naked.” With a gentle slide, I removed his jeans, hooking them around his waist as I unbuttoned them, taking my time to prolong the anticipation. His cock was already stiff, a hard, throbbing testament to his arousal, and as I dipped my head down onto him, taking him deep down my throat, he groaned in pleasure.

“Oo-baby,” he moaned, “You always know what you’re doing with that.” “But I’m not going to make you cum that way,” I said, my tone liquid steel. “Because first, you have to pleasure your mistress. If you make me happy, I will—reward you generously. Do you understand?” His growl confirmed his willing compliance. I straddled him, my weight settling firmly on his hips, the head of his cock pressing into my backside, a tantalizing invitation that I resisted, savoring the delicious anticipation.

“Touch my breasts, Allen,” I commanded, my voice laced with a playful threat. “Don’t use your hands.” He complied, nuzzling his nose against my nipples, then switching to his tongue, licking with increasing fervor. The warmth and sensation of it were intoxicating, the perfect prelude to the pleasure that awaited. I raised my ass, arching my back to maintain balance as I leaned in, my fingers exploring the sensitive flesh of my breasts, eliciting a moan from him. He thrust his hips up to meet mine, his movements mirroring my own, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers down my spine. As I began to buck up and down on his hips, his frantic thrusts intensified, the heat radiating from his body making it impossible to resist.

“I’ve never been able to touch my nipples while I masturbate, but now I have you for a toy,” I moaned, my voice laced with a hint of desperation. “I think I’ll try touching them and see what happens.” He obliged, allowing me to explore his most intimate parts, my fingers tracing the ridges of his nipples, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Go ahead, yeah, touch those big titties. That looks so hot! Yeah, keep touching yourself!” Allen’s gritted teeth and strained muscles only heightened the excitement, the raw desire palpable in the air. As I sat upright on his cock, preparing for another round of pleasure, I felt a surge of power, relishing in my control over this magnificent specimen.

“Oh, oh, mm-mm, baby! Oh, yes! Yes! YES!” I screamed as my body convulsed with orgasm, the strain of maintaining my balance on his cock adding to the intensity of the experience. I collapsed onto him as the final wave of pleasure washed over me, sated and completely spent. “You’re the best toy in the world,” I murmured, my voice raspy with exhaustion and pleasure. “Now, I think I promised you something… that I would help you to a reward.”

“Yes, you did,” Allen replied dryly, tugging at the restraints with renewed determination. “I certainly can’t help myself.” As I untied his wrists, the feeling of freedom was both exhilarating and slightly disappointing. I massaged his wrists, easing any soreness from the restraints, then leaned in to kiss him on the lips, my lips lingering on his before moving down his neck. “Are they okay?” I asked, my voice soft and gentle. “They’re great,” Allen laughed, his voice still tinged with arousal. “I’m great.”

“Yes, you are, Mr. unable-to-use-his-hands, giving out orgasms,” I whispered, leaning closer, my breath warm against his ear. “I’m so glad you have such an open attitude toward things, baby. I think I might be tying you up again.” “I love humoring that kinky imagination of yours, Christie,” Allen said, returning my kiss with fervent passion. “Next time, though, you’ll be the one tied up.” The thought of submitting to his dominance, of relinquishing control, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As he pulled me closer, I knew that our twisted game was far from over.

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