The handcuffs were a birthday gift. Initially they were a kinky joke but more and more and found myself turned on by the thought of this boy tying me to a chair and using me for any of his sexual desires. I knew that this had the potential to be the best sexual experience of my life so for a week before I got to see him I abstained from masturbation. I arrive at his house and we  got to it straight away. I was ordered to strip to my underwear (tight black boxer briefs). He sat me on his green lather chair and secured each hand to the back legs so that my arms were immobilized. My legs were bound by silk rope and my eyes blindfolded. It’s true to say that when some senses are taken away the others are more alert and receptive. After a soft kiss he yanked down my boxers and began massaging my soft dick. Before long it was stood erect twitching every time it was teased and then…nothing. I was left sat alone in the middle of the room stripped naked and unaware of how the situation would go. After ten minutes i felt cold air passing over parts of my body, then passing over intimate parts of my body. He could see that this turned me on as my dick began to grow with excitement. Gently he stroke me all over gradually teasing and working his way to sensitive areas, caressing my balls with minimal contact and then softly stoking the shaft. A few minutes of silence past then i felt his cold hand touch me chest and slowly tease my nipples. Knowing how much this turned me on he continued…stroking and licking. Next it was his turn for fun, without me noticing he had stripped, was fully erect and was pushing my head downwards towards his dick. I sucked as he forced it into my mouth over and over occasionally taking it out to wipe across my face trying to humiliate me letting me know I was now at his mercy. Again he stopped and there was silence until suddenly a flash….he was taking pictures of me naked, bound and erect. I didn’t thin the situation could get any more erotic until i felt his tongue on the tp of my dick. Teasing it before sucking hard and long. I heard him messing around with something and before long cold lube was being poured of my dick and body. He lubed me up rubbing his hands all over me playing careful attention to the nipples. Finally he got back to my dick and began to wank me slowly and firmly. The lube created a unique feeling, a feeling of absolute pleasure. He knew exactly how to touch me. My breathing got heavier with the amount of pleasure he was giving me and before long I was close to orgasm. I wanted this feeling to last forever but at the same time I needed a release. He added more lube and the pleasure was unbareable. I exploded all over myself. Almost breathless I sat back and took in what had just happend to me. The experience wasn’t over though; he was now wanking himself. Within minutes my neck and torso was covered in his cum. It did turn out to be the greatest sexual experience I’d had…..until the next time….

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.