It was one of our evenings when we were just going to have a good time. Tasty dinner, some wine, nice music and candles. This time, my boyfriend suggested that playing in bed would be a bit different. It intrigued me, the more so because I was wondering about the various diversions myself.
After we had eaten and drunk two glasses of wine, he grabbed my hands and led me to bed. I saw that there were already two bandanas ready on the next table. I wondered what he needed them for. After a while, he dispelled my doubts. When, during passionate kisses, he stripped me down to stockings, lace, perfectly cut thongs and a bra, he asked me to lie down. I did, and he grabbed my wrist with one hand. He reached for the bandanas and began tying me to the bed.
– Is this how we will play? I asked, biting my lip. I rub my foot against my calf, feeling the tension rise inside me.
“You don’t know what awaits you yet,” he laughed, then tied my other hand to the frame. I lay crucified looking at him sweetly.
– Will you hurt me now? I blinked innocently, making puupy eyes at the same time.
“You’ll be tortured,” he sighed, and then walked over to the closet. He opened it and pulled down a large fluffy feather. An ostrich plume. I took a deep breath. This is not what I expected, to be honest.
“Oh, my,” I squeaked and he smiled at her. He liked me so silly. Of course, I was only his in bed, but my blonde hair and blue eyes fit this image perfectly. I was even more amazed by the fact that he also took a whip from the wardrobe, which I had not seen before. I started fidgeting a bit restlessly. Excited and a bit scared.
He, on the other hand, walked over to the bed without saying anything. My feet were rubbing against each other in unbearable anticipation of what was to come. First, he brought the feather to my calf and began to slide it over it. Pleasant tickling sent shivers down my body, even though the feather was caressing just a scrap of my skin.
I watched vividly what he was doing. It travelled slowly up my leg. I felt the tickling first approach my knee. Then higher up the thigh. As if something small was running over me and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly a crackle, a pain that felt on the skin of my thigh, and the welts that bloomed on it. There was an explosion of all my senses in my mind, which was marked by a loud sigh, culminating in a soft whistle. Second crack pain dominates my thoughts again. I looked at him with slightly glazed eyes. Afraid a little but also excited.
He smiled broadly at me and began to caress these places with his feather. Now I understand. The pain roused me all, and the feather… the feather fired a lust within me that I had never thought of before. The thighs clenched tightly. My panties were all wet, I felt that I was almost leaking!
But he missed them … Crack. This time the whip hit my breasts. There were delicate stripes on the exposed skin. I didn’t have time to fully feel the first strike, and the second strike appeared, and … this feather. Like a lotion, soothing the worst wounds. I bit my lips and closed my eyes, giving myself over to these caresses.
But the best was yet to come. I felt my panties ripping off me. I looked at him as he pressed them against his face and sniffed them. He knew how to excite me. He was well aware that everything he did was driving me on to show me how I turned him on.
He put down his torture tools. He reached into a drawer where he kept the straps, then tied my ankles to the bedframe with them so that my legs were open. This time he only took the feather in his hand. The still throbbing stripes on the thighs were exceptionally susceptible to his touch. But this time he did not stop at them. The delicate ostrich feather went higher and higher until it finally touched my pubic mound.
I struggled, tried to free myself, feeling this unbearable delight, that teasing that made me want so much to experience fulfilment. I groaned, begging him to lead me. He was still teasing me.
The feather never touched my slit. But he did it. This sex … I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I’ve never been so fully aroused before as I was this evening.