It wasn't always like this between us. The first few weeks we'd dated, you'd been so nice--a perfect gentleman--kissing me softly, touching me gently...

Then, about three weeks in, your fingers had slipped under my skirt and brushed against my panties. Something electric zinged through me and I'd shivered in your arms, moaning into our kiss. Your fingers teased that spot again and again until I was a trembling wreck, whimpering and gasping as you made me cum.

From that moment on, you couldn't get enough. Everything from the cute little sounds I made to the way I would convulse in your hold made you want more.

At first, you only used your hands, sitting behind me and hooking my legs over your knees so you could keep my thighs spread wide apart as you stroked, squeezed, and thrummed my clit.

But then... you started wondering what else could make me cum.

It wasn't long before you were pressing a finger inside me and discovering how easily you could make me arch and beg and thrash with just the tiniest of movements against my tight, silky walls. In just days, you became obsessed. You wanted to find out what made me cum hardest and longest, what made me lose control fastest, and what made me scream.

The sounds of my helpless, gasping cries swirled endlessly in your mind.

The memory of my body clamping tight as a vice around your fingers as you maniacally massaged my sweet spot kept you raging hard all day.

The sight of my pink pussy, so tender and throbbing, gleaming with juices that dripped down my legs was always on your mind, and your fingers twitched with the ache to slide back into my hot, clenching depths even as I begged you to let me rest.

Tonight was no different, except this time, you had a toy. Just a little bullet vibe, barely thicker than your thumb, but its buzz was so powerful that it filled the whole room.

I thrashed on my tummy and tried to flail my legs as you brought it down between my thighs, my wrists yanking against your grip where you held them tight behind my back. You watched with a hungry grin as the toy touched my clit and started to circle it slowly, forcing shudders of pleasure up my spine.

Then, you moved it higher, pressing it against my little opening and pushing it through the barrier of resistance until my pussy swallowed it whole.

I instantly whimpered and arched up, my whole body shaking around its vibrations. My eyes rolled as I moaned, and a second later, I came, hot juices squirting out of me and drenching the sheets between my legs.

Jumbled pleas tumbled from my lips as I frantically begged you to take it out.

Instead, you reached over my body to open a drawer in your nightstand and pull out a few long lengths of rope. I was too weak and distracted to struggle as you tied my ankles to my wrists and my shins to my thighs, leaving your hands completely free.

I squealed helplessly and tried to struggle in vain as you pushed my legs even farther apart, revealing my wet throbbing clit and rapidly clenching hole.

You grinned. Tonight was going to be so much fun...

Seeking a long-term RP with a detailed writer who enjoys bondage and forced orgasms. Please reply with a continuation of the story. Happy to discuss characters and plot in side-notes. :)