Ever had sex with someone where everytime you move your hand to touch them, you realise how much you’re shaking? I get that. I guess it’s the adrenaline- that thrill that sends shivers down your spine, causes tunnel vision, makes you just want to grab him, hold him, pull him tight against you and cause both him and yourself to explode in one ecstatic moment of lust- and love. I get that.

I feel it every moment as I’m slowly tying him to the chair, wrapping the silk rope around his legs, making it secure, holding him in place. I want to throw the rope away, shout “fuck it!” and move in for the kill. I try to remind myself that I’m the one IN control, that he should be feeling controlled. But the fact is, that sexy boy, the one that I have already cuffed, blindfolded, fondled and bitten, has more control than ever. I bind his legs a bit too tightly- just to hear him ask me to loosen them. To gain an ounce of control.

I continue to fondle, watching his face for cues as to how much he likes certain techniques, certain areas. Sometimes I wish he was more vocal, but at the same time I appreciate that it has caused me to become aware of more than aural cues. I know when he gets close. See his lip biting become harder, see the muscles along his torso ripple, his arms strain behind his back and his legs try to push themselves out from the bent position I have bound them in.

Then it happens, and he’s gone, cum splurts out, it hits his stomach and the scent in the room is overpowering me. I squeeze his cock harder and continue to pump, forcing all of his cum out and watching it flow over my hand. The adrenaline is back and I’m shaking. He has control over me. Without thinking I am standing over him, leaning into his chest, my cock almost hitting the underside of his chin, I am stroking, jerking, thrusting screaming his name as I quickly approach and slip into climax mode. Shooting waves of cum under his chin, seeing it fly over his shoulder and mixing with his own juice on my hand.

I wipe my cock off on his chin and take a step back. Still shuddering with the release I look at him, covered in both of our loads, grinning from under the blindfold- despite his current state.Nothing has changed, I realise. He may be bound and covered in jizz- but he is still in control. Me? I’m just his bitch…

and I love it.