Heather’s Phone Sex Fantasy-Kinky Bondage Lessons Part One

Here I stand in the center of the office, stripped bare of all clothing. I have been coming to Professor Johnson’s office several times a week since that fateful day. I try to remember how I fell this deep into his web of depravity. So low as to explore the realm of kinky bondage. Memories of a few months ago flash across my closed eyelids. 

His cock forcing its way down my throat. That’s how it all started… My philosophy professor turned out to enjoy more than just oral sex. Now I am naked, exposed, blindfolded, and waiting for my professor to begin wrapping the silky Japanese silk rope around my body. 

The air conditioner on blast causes my bare nipples to pucker, and I try to remain calm as the anticipation builds. The professor had convinced me to do this. Each week his requests grew bolder and bolder. 

All three of my holes have been used to his pleasure. 

Today is something that both scares and excites me. The sensory deprivation of the blindfold and earmuffs that Professor Johnson put on me turned every nerve ending up to the max. The silky scarlet rope had caught my eye the moment I entered his office, and now here I am, waiting to be bound tight with no way to escape. 

Finally, I felt his rough, calloused fingertips glide across my abdomen after what felt like ages. A trail of goosebumps rises in his wake, and I tremble with excitement. My tongue darts out to wet my full lips, and his mouth is on me in a flash. He forces my lips open and devours my mouth. The kiss is hungry and possessive, making me clench my thighs tight as the first pangs of arousal light in my core. He pulls away first, leaving me panting for breath. I stand absolutely still.

I know from experience what happens when I disobey a direct order. My bare ass still has a fading handprint from earlier in the week. The professor’s rough fingers are soon replaced with the thrilling feel of silk. He begins the slow and meticulous task of tying me up. 

He moves my arms or grabs my hips and makes me turn when he wants. I obey, feeling the rope’s firm grip spreading over my body. My breasts in particular. Caught between two parallel lines of ropes, squeezing them tight. Soon my arms are pulled behind me and bound so tightly that I have no wiggle room. Finally, he is finished, and he spins me around to admire his work. 

His hands-on my hips guide me to the couch, and I sit. 

Finally, something hard is pressed against my lips, and I open up. A hard round ball is stuffed into my mouth, and the straps circle around my head and cinched tight. 

Bound, gagged, blindfolded, with earmuffs on. All I’m left with is my sense of smell and touch. Which are amplified a hundredfold due to not being able to use my other senses. I am entirely at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to my body at any time. I can’t anticipate what he will do or where he will do it. My breathing speeds up and becomes ragged as the thought of having no control sends me almost over the edge. 

He pushes me back on the couch and parts my thighs. His fun finally began in earnest…

Cum back on Friday to read part two! There are always extra details.  Don’t forget I am building a badass collection, so check out another one of my dirty adventures.
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