Tied with a blue silk ribbon

This week I bought him a gift.  I didn’t need to put a label on it.  I just wrapped it up with a blue silk ribbon.  That blue silk ribbon said everything I wanted to say.

It reminded both of us of the story he told me of what he wanted to do to me with a blue silk ribbon…

“I place a long length of the blue silk ribbon on the chair for you to sit on.

I’m going to tie you up, deprive you of movement.

The shiny material on your skin will heighten your senses.

Hands behind you, ankles to the left and right of the chair legs, thighs held slightly apart.

Gagged, but not blind folded.”

He whispered each instruction slowly into my ear.  His breathe warm against my skin, yet his words making me shiver with anticipation.

“I am going to wrap the ribbon around your chest, just below your breasts.  I will encircle you two, three, four times, tying you to the back of the chair with the beautiful ribbon.  You can breathe but it will feel a tight around you.”

I shifted position, his words arousing me.  I could feel myself starting to get wet between my legs.

“Then I will admire my work – the silk ribbon you sat on pulled up to your chest, wrapping around you and tied tight,” he caressed me with his words.

“I will pull up the other end.  You will feel the silk sliding as you sit.  Feel it slide between your arse cheeks, tightening against your clit as I pull slowly on it and fasten it to the back of the chair.”

A tiny gasp escapes my lips as I imagine the building pressure, I can envisage it flaming my arousal.

He leans in closer as he continues describing what he is going to do to me.  

“If you lean forward the tightness on you sex lips and arse will reduce, but the binds around you will push harder on your chest.  So, you will have to lean back from time to time which will press your wetness harder against the silk.”

I can hear the smirk in his voice at the delicious predicament I will be in.

“Then it will be time for me to wrap more ribbon around your gorgeous tits.  I will lift them upwards with the ribbon and tie it to the back of the chair.  You can’t lean forward much at all now.  Your nipples are forced erect with the tight ribbon wrapped around each breast.  I will swish the loose end of silk over them, tickling the sensitive skin.

My fingers follow the line of the ribbon, tracing your body underneath.  I stop to lick your straining breasts, hearing your shallow breathing increase as I rub your hard nipple and hold it tightly.”

I growl softly now, my neediness overwhelming me.

“I walk round behind you so you can’t see me.  The ribbons are biting now, they’re going to leave red marks for a little while.

From behind I pull harder on the ribbon between your arse cheeks.  You breath in suddenly to compensate and I let off the slack so you can straighten up.  As you do so the ribbon glides across your soaking clit.  I do it again, you moan.

The excitement is too much, my balls are aching.  With the gag still in place I unzip my trousers so you can see my hard cock.  I bring it over for you to see.

I lay the chair back against the bed.  I hear you gasp around the gag, at your treacherous position.  I climb over you, so your head is between my legs.

Slowly I remove the gag from your mouth and let you suck on my balls.  I relish the feel as your tongue then starts working its way around to my arse.”

I am whimpering now, hungry with desire as he stimulates me with his story, my mind lost in the scene.

“And then I tell you to stop.  I put you back upright.  I know you are ready.  I cut the ribbon below your boobs and pull it through from behind.  I take my time as it slides over your pussy and up your arse.

I cut your leg ties one by one.  I remove the chest wrap and release your now dark pink breasts.  I lift you up, your hands still tied.

I can see the wetness on the chair.

I place you on the bed.  You are face down; your hands still tied behind your back.”

I imagine his every touch, the vulnerability of my position.  I want him so badly now.

“I part your legs, slide myself over you and touch your hot wet sex with the tip of my cock.  Your hands are tied against my stomach.  I undo them slowly before pushing into you.  Our bodies touching almost entirely, I lay on top of you.  I kiss your neck, slowly pumping my cock inside of you, feeling your body arch and buck.”

As his words start to describe our crescendo, I can’t hold back any longer and feel his words trigger my climax.