Tall order for a cynic like me.
However… I was willing to try.
Pressure built behind my eyelids. “I… I trust you not to let me fall or get hurt,” I forced out.
“Why is that, Hayami?”
“Because you will be right there to catch me.”
“And how do you know this?”
“Be-because…my comfort…my peace…my safety…is your priority.” I gritted my teeth, wanting to stop the tears that were falling, but they were coming in droves.
“That’s right, baby, let your guard down. You are safe here.” He gently took my wrists and attached them to the rope that was hanging above. The rope tugged at me, but it wasn’t uncomfortable- it almost felt like a yoga stretch. Once I was secure, he did the same to the lower half of my body. I was now hanging in the air, stretched in more ways than one. On one hand, I had a burning desire to be fucked thoroughly; on the other hand, I wanted to be kissed and cuddled to sleep. Minutes passed as Vasiah admired his handiwork.
“Kirei desu ne. Hayaku kimi o ika sete agetai”
Before I could ask him what the fuck he said, he produced a pair of safety shears and cut my shorts and my camisole off me, leaving me bare. His hands trailed along my throat, my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my stomach, then further to my pussy, which he cupped. My stomach turned. I didn’t know how long we had been at this, but the anticipation was becoming too much. The bed dipped as he kneeled on it.
“I’m going to let you down… then untie you from this position, okay?”
I nodded. “But after I untie you, I am going to massage you and then tie you in another position. This one, you’ll be on your stomach.”
My voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes, Master V.”
He cut the ropes I was suspended from and guided me to the bed. He cut the other ropes and massaged the indentations in my skin. Then he rolled me onto my stomach, kissing me along my spine, paying special attention to my ass cheeks. Gently, he bit each one.
“Imma bend both your legs and tie them, Hayami… then Imma tie your arms. Cross them for me.”
I obliged, feeling the ropes dig slightly into my skin.
Whack!“This tie is called the double futomomo.”
The crop was back. He lightly tapped my cheeks. Then my pussy. My nipples felt harder than a missile. His tongue replaced the crop. He dragged it down my spine, between my cheeks, and plunged it deep inside my pussy.
“Aaahhhhhhh! Master Veeeeeee!” My body trembled, and I wanted to grab onto something, but my hands were tied behind my back, literally.
“Fuck me, pleaseeee!” I was feeling like TLC; I wasn’t too proud to beg my man for what was rightfully mine.
His lips curled around the hood of my clit, and I was about to burst into flames. The bangs of my wig were stuck to my forehead, and sweat poured from every crevice of my body. He removed his tongue and replaced it with one finger, then two of them.
“Yeah… that pussy ready for me. How do you feel?”
I whimpered. “Like I need you deep inside me.”
Swiftly, Vasiah inserted himself, and I was in bliss. I came immediately, without his permission.
“I ain’t say you could cum… but dammit if it don’t feel good, baby,” he groaned and gripped my hips, putting himself deeper inside.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
My ass bounced against his pelvis as his hands came down harder with smacks on each of my cheeks.
“Spread them thighs wider.”
