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12 minutes ago

An intriguing relationship...

OP33 minutes ago

@cef_ultra I needed to delay this because of you! Your recent work (and maybe Vesper staring) made me pause, observe, and study your work and took inspiration for me to revise mine before I publish this. Thanks! ❤️

OP34 minutes ago

@gildenstein special thanks to you for the guidance and the tips. Let’s see how this one is. Appreciate the time you took to review the last one ❤️

OP36 minutes ago

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The Rule

“Sorry I’m late…Umm…How do I look?” It took me a while to find my old school uniform, let alone wondering if it still fits. It has been 5 years after all. I also found it amusing that he wanted me to put this on. “It’s your turn tonight, babe. What’s the rule?” I asked impatiently. I couldn’t help myself. I noticed the bundles of red ropes all over the table. As my finger played around with them, my thoughts drifted, wondering if my curiosity will be satisfied tonight. Bondage; I have seen it online but never done it myself. I found it intriguing how being bound can actually be exciting. My mind came back when the silence broke “The rule tonight is: You cannot come until you are allowed to.” I smiled lightly, but honestly I was disappointed. That wasn’t the first time and it was also way too easy for me — I guess it will be one of those boring nights. I looked at myself, feeling silly that I took this effort to dress up like he’d asked. I reluctantly stood up and lamented “Sure…if you…” Out of nowhere, my body jerked. I turned my head to looked at him but both my hands were already held behind my back. I felt some ache as the frays of ropes running between my wrist. He whispered “It’s not that simple, dear.” I blushed. Excitement. Finally? As they wrapped around my body and arms, I felt the sensation of pain as the rope’s hemp texture rubs against my skin. It’s a lustful pain, almost a reminder of my own desire. I could feel the heat in my body rising with this friction. Silence echoed the room. My arm and wrist were totally in stasis. I can only wave my hands around. No escaping now — even if I wanted to. The thought of that somehow makes me feel anxious and happy at the same time. “What is this?” I asked myself. “Now remember the rule.” He proceed to wrap a rope around my hips and pulled it under between my thighs. “Ahhh…!!” I yelped. It was digging in. “Oh we need to do something about that. You need to keep your voices down.” I wondered what he meant. He proceed to take something out of his pocket and wave it in front of my face. I looked to the side. “Fine. Put it on me” I whispered, but really, I wanted it. I opened my mouth and he slowly placed the ball gag in me. My mouth is kept opened. I looked down at myself, and drool dripped down my cheek. “I forgot to mention — we’re going to your old school now.” That was a mile away! “What have I gotten myself into?” He put a leash on me and pulled it. I felt the tug and I proceed to walk. I was unable speak. I could not escape it. I wanted more please. I didn’t know. I was his. Those ropes between my thighs were exploring my depth of desires. Every step I took, I was in ecstasy. As we finally arrived to my old classroom, my legs were already trembling. Knees weak. I could feel the coldness running down my thigh. “I really need to come” I thought to myself. This was harder than I thought. I clenched on my gag. “Oh dear, you broke the rule” I collapsed and lied on the floor as my body twitched. I came — and I could not stop. All I can hear is the buckle as he took the gag out. Fog clouded my mind and in front of me. I stared up to him. “Sorry. I’m a bad girl. Please punish me now.” He put me on one of the desk and lifted one of my legs up. It has been a while since I last practiced gymnastics. I didn’t think I could be in this position. I couldn’t feel anything on my body — only his presence moving inside of me. The tightness of the ropes made me come again. “I have no idea you like this so much.” What is this feeling? My body was speaking on its own. He proceed to go deeper still. I couldn’t feel my fingers as the numbness spread across my body. As he lowered my leg, I dropped on my knees — murmured “I’m thirsty.” I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I waited. “Please?” He slid it in — deep. I choked. I accepted my punishment and worked to go as deep as I can. My tongue wrapped around it and felt it getting bigger in me. I gagged. I tried retreating but he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. I had to stick my tongue out so I don’t choke again. Sound of drips traveled as I leaked all over from both ends. I took a glimpse of my reflection with the pool on the floor. Looking back up, I faced my punishment. It twitched. I knew it was coming but I didn’t know when. Sweat dripped down my forehead wondering when it will end. Paused. Warmth flowed down my throat and out of my mouth. So much. I pulled back and I looked down at them mixing on the floor as I coughed. He picked up my weak body off the ground and had me lied down on the desk as I paced my breath. My fingers ran through the familiar texture of the wood as the moonlight shined in my face. I turned my head and smiled. “Babe. I thought the rule applies to you too?”