Bdsm Limits

It was the hottest thing John had ever seen in his entire life. The black leather bodysuit that clung to Misty’s curves was enough to make him sweat from desire. She wore a matching choker around her neck with silver hardware and an O-ring hanging from it.

Misty was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her eyes smoldering with anticipation and her full lips slightly parted with arousal. She wore spiked, metal-studded boots with six-inch heels that made her legs look even more luscious.

John’s cock was throbbing in his pants and he couldn’t help but take in the sight of this gorgeous woman in front of him. He had never been into BDSM before, but he was learning quickly.

Misty had eagerly agreed to be his submissive and it was quickly becoming clear why. She was an absolute natural at it, following his every command and never shying away from the pain or humiliation he requested.

John had already shackled her wrists to the headboard and tied a rope around her neck so he could control the pressure of his thrusts. Now it was time for the real fun to start.

He took a few steps back and looked at Misty in awe, his lust for her almost too much for him to handle.

He grabbed the riding crop from the bedside and ran it slowly up her leg, from her ankle all the way up her thigh. She moaned as the leather made contact with her skin and he felt a thrill of pleasure shoot through him.

He pulled on the rope around her neck with just enough pressure to make her gasp and he smiled, enjoying the sound. He continued the motion with the crop, making his way up her body and savoring each moan and gasp.

When he finally reached her breasts, he stopped and lightly tapped each one with the crop, making her writhe beneath him in pleasure.

Misty was panting now and her eyes were closed, her body trembling with anticipation. He knew it was time to take it to the next level and he quickly grabbed a rubber ball gag and placed it in her mouth.

She squirmed and moaned against it and he knew the tightness of the rubber around her mouth was turning her on. He didn’t plan on taking it off anytime soon, so instead he grabbed her wrists and quickly shackled them behind her back.

He stood back and admired his work, his chest heaving with arousal. Misty was completely helpless and utterly beautiful, her body trembling with pleasure. He grabbed the crop again and began to lightly swat her body, loving the way she moaned against the ball gag.

He increased his pace, his hand swatting her body harder and harder until she was moaning and panting. He could feel his own body shaking with pleasure and he knew it was time to make the final move.

He quickly placed the head of his cock against her wet pussy and thrust forward, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through his body. He increased his pace, pushing himself further and further inside her.

Misty’s moans grew louder and louder with each thrust and he could feel her body trembling with pleasure. He moved faster and faster until he felt his own orgasm crash through him and he quickly pulled out and released her from her bondage.

Misty fell into his arms and he kissed her deeply, feeling her body quiver with pleasure.

Their BDSM session had only been their first, but John could already tell that it wasn’t going to be their last. He couldn’t wait to explore more BDSM limits with Misty and find out what they could push each other to do. He knew it was going to be an unforgettable experience.