Blindfolded Submission's Sweet Release

The velvet ropes felt cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within me. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back, the rough leather digging into my flesh, while my ankles were secured to the headboard, twisting my legs into an uncomfortable pretzel shape. Looking down, I saw my own body laid bare, my smooth, recently laser-treated vulva exposed for his amusement. My pussy lips, delicate and butterfly-shaped, seemed to quiver with anticipation, a silent invitation to the pleasure I knew was coming. It had only been six months since I’d married Daniel, and during that time, I’d decided to indulge in a slow, deliberate teasing of my husband. I'd sent him pictures throughout the day, each one showcasing a different angle, a different position, designed to build his desire and anticipation. He’d responded with breathless admiration, constantly commenting on how beautiful my pussy was, how much he wanted to “punish” it. A mischievous thought flickered through my mind, fueled by a playful challenge. "Yes, sir," I’d replied, a wicked glint in my eye, “It is your pussy. I want you to punish it good and make it unable to walk.” I hadn't realized just how literal that statement would become.

Now, here I was, tied to the bed in his opulent bedroom, awaiting his twisted pleasure. "Now you're going to watch as I punish your pussy, young lady," he announced, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of both fear and excitement. "Yes, sir," I whispered, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with the reflection of his smoldering gaze in the mirrored wall.

As he began to lick my pussy, slowly and deliberately, my body tensed, a delicious shiver running down my spine. The feeling was exquisite, almost painful in its intensity. The moisture gathered, clinging to my lips, as he intensified his assault, sucking deeply at my clitoris. My pussy swelled, becoming saturated with anticipation, and the pleasure built relentlessly, threatening to overwhelm me.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Lick my pussy. Lick it. Taste that pussy,” he urged, his voice thick with lust. He then plunged two fingers deep inside, his touch both demanding and tender. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that spread rapidly through my body. Looking down, I watched his actions with a growing sense of desperation, the urge to climax consuming me entirely. "Oh, baby, please don't stop. Eat that pussy. Make me cum," I cried out, losing all control as my body began to tremble uncontrollably. I started to squirt, a torrent of warm, salty fluid erupting from my pussy, splashing over his chest and the bedclothes.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, pulling his mouth away from my pussy. Rising to his knees, he revealed his impressive cock, hard and erect, a testament to his dominance. He slammed it into me, a deep, forceful penetration that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure through my body. "Now, watch as I fuck your pussy," he commanded, pushing up with his arms and resuming the relentless assault.

I screamed, a primal cry of ecstasy, "OH, DADDY, FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY HARDER!" The bed shuddered beneath our combined movements, the springs groaning in protest as we writhed together, lost in a symphony of lust and pleasure. My lips gripped his cock, clinging to its firmness as he continued his relentless pounding. Each thrust was a wave of sensation, washing over me, leaving me breathless and begging for more. "Fuck me hard. Make me sore. Fuck. My. Pussy!" I yelled, my voice raw with desire. Daniel responded with even greater intensity, pushing deeper and deeper, until my muscles burned and my senses blurred.

As I reached the precipice of orgasm, one of my wrist straps suddenly came loose, freeing one hand from its restraints. I seized the opportunity, reaching out to caress his face, begging him, “Please cum, daddy. Please cum in my pussy. Please, daddy?” His eyes darkened with pleasure, and he responded with a final, earth-shattering thrust that sent me spiraling into a glorious, uncontrollable climax.

Looking down, I watched his cock pulsating as it emptied its contents into my waiting pussy, filling me with a wave of intense satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, savoring the moment of shared pleasure. As he untied me, my legs collapsed onto the bed, weak and spent. My pussy throbbed with lingering pleasure, a testament to the brutal, yet exquisite, punishment I had endured.

The next day, I struggled to stand, my body aching and sore. Every movement was a painful reminder of the night before. But despite the discomfort, a sense of pride swelled within me. From that day forward, it was undeniably clear who owned my pussy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I was a willing participant in his twisted fantasies, a willing slave to his desires. The memory of his touch, the feel of his hands on my body, the taste of his cum, would forever be etched in my mind, a constant reminder of the pleasure I had experienced, and the ownership he now held over me. I embraced my new reality, a willing victim of his dominance, finding a perverse satisfaction in the knowledge that my pussy was his to use, his to command, his to punish, and that I had willingly given it to him.

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