We finally got the key to our new apartment. Finally, a small house especially for us, in which no one can disturb us anymore when we do bondage. I am Rosie, originally from Russia and am a really horny girl. I came to Germany as an Au Pair, my friend Hans translated this into English. And sorry, I am deeply ashamed of what is happening now. I am not a fascist like many idiot Russians with their stupid Z. Editor: photo is from Fox Russian.
With pride, we open the door for the first time. As soon as it drops into the lock behind us, we embrace each other happily, proudly, but also excitedly. My friend Hans holds me tightly, and gives me an intense tongue kiss. The fact that I answer this kiss only too gladly is enough confirmation for him to realize his most exciting dream. He loosens my black scarf that I have on, and blindfolds my eyes with it.
Now that one of my senses is hidden behind the blindfold, I feel with excitement, how he slowly opens my blouse button by button. He gently pushes the half-cup bra down over my breasts, then gently caresses my nipples, which become hard under his touch. I congratulate myself on the fact, that I decided to wear a blouse and a nice short skirt to celebrate this day. Feminine clothing sometimes has its advantages. Suddenly, a sharp pain goes through my hard nipples. I take a deep breath, trying to find the cause of the pain. It feels like he is pressing his sharp fingernails deep into my nipples.
Now he makes my nipples roll back and forth between his fingers with unrelenting pressure. I can imagine how he enjoys my pained face.
How do I feel about wearing a bra, he asks me.
How do I feel about wearing a bra, he asks me. He had asked me not to wear anything under my clothes today. Remorsefully, I turn my head to the ground. It’s true, the last time he tormented me like this, he made me promise not to wear underwear today. How could I forget that.
Now I also know why he grinned so wickedly when I got dressed this morning. He probably didn’t do much all day except figure out how to punish me. Trembling through everything he does, I suddenly realize, that in my carelessness, I also put on panties. Hopefully he won’t be too upset, about this further transgression. I get a little nervous, and try to hug him more tightly.
But he is of the opinion that I do not deserve his closeness, and the accompanying sense of security. He releases my nipples, giving me a short sigh of relief, and then grabs my hands, clasping them behind my back. With the second hand, he gently caresses the thin nylon fabric, which envelops my legs. Slowly, he makes his way to my thighs. The closer he gets to my pussy, the more powerful his movement becomes.
He will soon notice, that I have not complied with his request here either, although I have shaved my pussy clean. He is still kind and affectionate; it may be that he thinks I have unwittingly pulled out the excess piece of fabric. My nerves are tense. What will he do when he realizes that the way to my pussy is not free for him? I breathe a sigh of relief when, clearly at peace, his hand makes its way under the layers of fabric, and begins to caress me. Gradually, my tension and fear of punishment dissolve, and I surrender to his tenderness.
He just waited, until that moment, to continue his rough treatment. He likes to surprise me, to spank me, when I feel safe and relaxed. The pain emanating from my swollen labia is now coursing through my entire body. He shows me all too precisely the places, where he would like to see two silver rings. I have the feeling, that he wants to pre-drill the holes with his fingernails.
Now I can very well imagine how the heavy weights on them would feel, for it is precisely their effect, that he imitates with his ruthless fingers. If it were not for the necessary protection of my pussy, he would probably try to pull my labia to the floor. Finally, he bites my throat like a vampire, so that a short cry of pain rises from my throat. For now, that’s enough satisfaction for him, and he releases me again. I try to kiss him gratefully, but he turns around, pulling me by the hand into the next room. Still angry, he pulls my panties and tights down, and puts me over my knee.
As his hand conjures a delicate redness on my now finally bare bottom, he declares the housewarming party open. He gives me stroke by stroke on my poor buttocks. He always works on one spot until I think I can’t take it anymore, and then finds a new piece of skin he can abuse. That way, I can tell he really wants to punish me. Otherwise, after each stroke, he always tries to give me some time, so I can enjoy the pain. Also, he usually distributes the strokes better, so that my skin can relax longer.
But today, one stroke follows another.
But today, one stroke follows another, and my whimpering only drives him harder. After he considers, that my buttocks are now red and sore enough, he gently lifts me up, and pulls my panties completely off. He tells me to wait on my knees for further things. Pleased with the little break, I try to figure out what he’s going to do to me. I hear him rummaging in the bag he brought, and I wonder what he will do with the breakfast stuff next. But soon I sense that he has brought other things unnoticed. As he ties my feet and knees together, he explains to me, that he doesn’t mind so much that I forgot to put on no underwear, but that I had just put on pantyhose again, instead of the nylon stockings he wanted to see and feel.
He also says, that I will long remember what happens if I refuse such a small request from him. After he tied my legs tightly together, it seemed to him the right moment, to undress me completely. Then he laid me on my back, and began to devote himself to my nipples, which rose steeply. While alternately sucking gently on one and biting it with his sharp teeth, he pinched the other between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard on it. Although this play with my breasts makes my breath quicken, I try to resist the somewhat uncomfortable pull.
He bite in my nipple.
Hans recognizes this attempt, with a brief bite on one nipple, which quickly makes me forget my plan. I decide to give up my resistance, and surrender completely to the feelings it evokes in me. After a while he takes pity on my nipples, more sensitive than expected, and turns my stomach over, my hands tied behind the back of my feet. I think I’m pretty much immobilized now. But he disagrees. He tells me that he is going to get some things now and that I should go to the study in the meantime.
For every meter, I had from the middle of the room, he wanted to give me an extra penalty. To make my job at least a little easier, he takes off my blindfold. Blinking, I try to get my bearings, and realize that I still have a long way to go. Because, of course, he had to choose the room farthest away. As he closes the apartment door behind him, I try to make my way to the hallway, which is between me and the study. Lying on my stomach, I laboriously approach inch by inch. I am just through the first door, and already completely out of breath when I try to go further. Now I lie defenseless on my side, unable to roll onto my stomach under my own power. No matter how hard I try, it is impossible for me to move even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Hans to return. A moment later he finds me lying on the floor, completely immobile, a long way from the study.
Very irritated, that I didn’t follow him more, he explains to me, that unfortunately he will have to change the program for today, because I am so naughty. No breakfast picnic together, in the middle of the living room, as I so desperately wanted. Instead, he loosens the connecting cord between my hands and legs, and ties my hands to my neck. He asks me, if I can move better now than before. I can only answer the question in the affirmative, after all, I can almost walk around on all fours now. Even though you don’t normally do this on your elbows but on your hands, and you don’t move both knees at the same time but separately forward. But he wants to convince himself of this, and now takes me around the apartment. This is not how I had actually imagined viewing the apartment. Time after time, he grips my stretched, red buttocks, as an invitation to propel me forward with thrusts.
He enjoys my anxious moans I feel the cold.
When we finally returned to the living room, looking out at the balcony, he helped me up. Once I was safely on my own two feet, he pushed me forward with his belly, against the cold window of the balcony door. He enjoys my anxious moans, checking that the cold is having the expected effect on my nipples. He is satisfied that they are pressed stiffly against the pane. Then he grabs my hair, and slowly pulls my head back, until he can kiss me on the mouth. Greedy for every drop of tenderness, I answer his hot kiss. Finally, he devotes himself to my moist pussy again. His fingers make me moan, and I would like to spread my legs so he can feel his fingers deeper in my pussy, but my bonds prevent it. I have to be content with his fingers alternating between stimulating my clit, and then penetrating me a little more. My restlessness grows steadily, and I imagine him impaling my pussy with his cock .
I wish he would just fuck me like he needs to. After a seemingly endless time, he hears my wish, and pushes me to the floor, only to lay down on top of me, and fill my soaking wet pussy with his big cock. He thrusts his cock fiercely in and out of my pussy, and quickly and drives me to a great orgasm. But he won’t let me do that yet, I’ve irritated him too much for that today. He pauses in his movement for a moment, waiting for me to calm down a bit. Then he continues at a slower pace. I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy, becoming like wax in his hands. I feel at one with him, and whisper hoarsely in his ear, that I am his alone, and that he can do what he wants with me. He doesn’t let me tell him that twice, and drives himself to a wild orgasm.
After a brief pause, he undoes the rest of the cuffs, and we begin preparing the first breakfast in our new apartment. With a twinkle in his eye, he lays the tablecloth on the floor, and says that there is nothing against a picnic now.
The only thing he notes, is; “next time, wear nylons. Pantyhose I never want to see here again.” Satisfied and happy, we enjoy breakfast.
