Ropes and Chains are [f]un for [m]e | 2016

I discovered a lot about a friend when I finally manned up and asked her what she was into. She had always hinted that she was a little kinky, but I had never acted on that, mostly because I didn't want to devalue the friendship she and I had. Sure enough though, she wanted to be tied up, spanked, etc. etc. just like every other girl who had read 50 shades of grey. Knowing that it's not the best representation of a BDSM style of living, I reluctantly agreed to show her the ropes. We talked about our limits, a safe word, and got all the proper pieces in line before deciding that one night would be our night together. This is our story.

I already texted her when I got off work. Bra and panties only, meet me at the door. Sure thing, as I pulled up the driveway, I could already see her curvy silhouette in the window at the top of the door. She greeted me and I handed her my bag and my jacket. She tried setting them down right there, but received a stern "No, put them away." She squirmed just a little bit, knowing that she'd be near naked walking away from me, having to bend over to pick the jacket and bag off of the ground, exposing herself to me. I smirked. The more she walked, the more comfortable she seemed to be in front of me. Finally, after taking care of my things, she returned to the front door. "My shoes?" I said, and motioned her down. She delicately untied them, and took them off my feet.

To me, this was nearly comical. She was the do-good type, the "strong, independent woman who don't need no man" type, and here she was, putting away my jacket, untying my shoes, being servile. I could get used to this... Speaking of her, she is a real looker. 5'5, fairly average build, but ample chest and ass run in the family, it turns out. Piercings, tattoos, pink hair with streaks of blonde. They make for quite the sight once you take off all her clothes, let me tell you. Perfect candidate for a suicide girl. It's unfortunate I mention this last, but she has a smile to die for, and eyes you can't look away from (well, you can, but it might just take her being naked to do so).

I liked watching her walk back to me. It was a little awkward, and a little seductive, with a lot of determination. This was her fantasy, but my construction. I loosened my tie, and placed it around her neck, cinching it up tight. She gasped a little, and bit her lip. "No, that's for me" I said, pulling her close with the tie, kissing her very hard, and biting her lower lip before I let go. I pulled the tie a little harder, and reached down, unzipping my pants. She understood the gesture, and immediately fell to her knees, mouth around my still soft cock. She licked and slurped it all over as it swelled to its fully erect size. During its growth, I would push her head down further, encouraging her to keep the entirety of it in her mouth. Eventually, though, it got to be too much. After two gags in rapid succession I released her head. Her eyes watery, mascara starting to run down her cute little emo face. I lifted her chin with my hand, and wanted to move to the bedroom. "Go into the bedroom, and wait for me."

"Okay" she replied, with a smile. She didn't see the spank coming.

"Did I hear you say 'Yes, sir'" I snarled, aggressively. "Yes... sir" she whimpered back.

She rubbed her ass as she went back to the bedroom, her cheeks bouncing up and down. It's quite the sight, if you ask me. Little did she know, I was grabbing some rope. I slipped into the room for a second, as I uncoiled the rope in the hallway. I turned off the light and told her to lay down, and close her eyes. I let her lay in there to relax, and when she was almost asleep, I entered silently. The anticipation was thick, I could already smell how wet she was from a few feet away. I bound her arms upward on the headboard, and not letting her open her eyes, moved the tie from around her neck to in her mouth. I left the room again, grabbing a few cubes of ice from the freezer. Her eyes still shut when I returned, I went down and kissed her clit, letting my warm tongue roll over it, and exhaled on it, then, without warning, pressed the ice cube against it. She gasped and squirmed and I released, reminding her to keep her eyes closed as I walked around the bed. This time, the ice cube circled her belly button, ran up and around her breasts, and outlined her hard nipples. Again, without warning, I reached down and lightly bit the nipple, running my tongue over it and exhaling, giving the warm sensation immediately after the cold.

"Okay, okay, you have to stop this. I'm literally dripping wet" she said, eyes open, begging and pleading me to fuck her. I smirked, as I asked her to take off my clothes, and openly laughed as she realized she was bound, and could only unbutton my shirt and pants with her feet. As she did so, I could see the moist spot on her cute little panties grow, she really was drenched.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (really only about 7 minutes) I finished up the buttons she hadn't quite gotten, and have her what she wanted. A half hour of hair pulling, spanking, pounding, sweating, grunting, moaning pleasure later, and she was flat on the bed, panting and exhausted. I held her close as I untied her, and kissed her, as we both whispered to each other and fell asleep.