When I Got Tied To The Table

When I Got Tied To The Table: An Explicit Hot Sex Story

I had been fantasizing about bondage and BDSM for a while, but it wasn’t until I stumbled across an ad for an exclusive underground club in my city that I decided to take the plunge. I was excited but also a little scared; I had no experience in this kind of thing and no idea what to expect.

The club was in an unmarked building on the edge of town and the entrance had no signage or external clues as to what sort of place it was. Inside, the decor was luxurious and inviting, and the atmosphere was charged with sexual tension. I followed a server to the back, past a velvet curtain, and found myself in an opulent room with a large table in the middle.

My eyes widened as I saw the man who was standing there. He was tall, handsome, and dressed like he had stepped out of a Bond movie. He had an air of quiet confidence that was incredibly attractive, and he smiled at me warmly. He introduced himself as “Master J”, and slowly he explained that the table was for a special BDSM activity called table tying.

My heart raced as Master J told me he would tie me to the table, with my arms and legs bound, and proceed to pleasure me in whatever way he saw fit. I was already aroused just thinking about it, and it felt like my pussy was already dripping. Master J must have sensed this because his eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. He warned me that there would be no safe word and no escape, but I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he would take care to ensure my pleasure was intense and my safety was not compromised.

He started by using soft ropes to bind my wrists and ankles to the table. As he secured each knot, I felt my arousal rising. His hands were warm and gentle, and his masterful touch sent pleasant tingles through my body. Once he had finished, I felt completely helpless and powerless, but at the same time I experienced a powerful sense of trust and utter contentment.

Next came the stimulation. Master J teased my nipples with feather-like strokes, drawing circles around their tips before lightly pinching them. Then he moved down my body, tracing lines along my neck and between my collar bones before exploring my inner thighs. He used his hands, lips, and tongue to drive me wild with pleasure, until I was moaning and shaking with delight.

My experience became even more intense when Master J decided to introduce a vibrator into the equation. He started to massage my clitoris with the smooth, vibrating head of the toy, sending vibrations through my body that left me quivering and panting. As his skillful strokes became faster and deeper, I could no longer contain my pleasure and it quickly reached a fever-pitch.

For the finale, Master J used a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs to add an extra layer of intensity to the experience. He used the handcuffs to hold me in place while the blindfold banished my sight and heightening my other senses. His hands and mouth moved over my body with a practiced ease, and I felt myself melting into a quivering puddle of pleasure.

When he finally removed the blindfold, I was left trembling and exhausted. As he untied me from the table, I felt a strange mix of emotions – relief, elation, and even a little sadness that it was over.

The experience of being tied to the table with Master J has stayed with me since that day. I love to remember the feel of the ropes, the weight of the blindfold, and the intense pleasure that I felt in his hands. I still get excited when I think about the trust I felt, and the thrilling sensation of being completely at the mercy of someone else.

It’s an experience that I would highly recommend to anyone looking to explore their own BDSM fantasies. There’s something incredibly liberating and empowering about being tied to the table, and I can’t wait to do it again.