Kinky Bondage, Aria signs up for extra credit part one

Here I stand in the center of the office, stripped bare of all clothing. I have been coming to his office several times a week ever since that first fateful day. I try to remember how I ended up falling 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 it’s way down my throat. That’s how it all started… My philosophy professor turned out to enjoy more than just oral sex. Now here 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 try to remain calm as the anticipation builds. He 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 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. The sensory deprivation of the blindfold and earmuffs that he put on me turns every nerve ending up to the max.

Finally, after what felt like ages, I felt his rough, calloused fingertips glide across my abdomen. A trail of goosebumps rise in his wake and I tremble with excitement. My tongue darts out to wet my full lips and in a flash his mouth is on me. 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 hand print from earlier in the week. His rough fingers are soon replaced with the thrilling feel of silk, as 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 firm grip of the rope spreading over my body. My breasts particularly. Caught between two parallel lines of ropes, squeezing them tight. Soon my arms are pulled behind me and bound so tightly, 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 pressed 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 hundred fold due to not being able to use my other senses. I am completely 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 beginning in earnest…

Enjoy part one of my kinky bondage story? Come back Sunday to read the thrilling conclusion. Or you can find out what happened in the steamy audio here! To read my other blog involving my deviant professor, click here!

Xoxo

Aria

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