It wasn't always like this between us. The first few weeks we'd dated--me, a second year undergrad, you, a grad student on the cusp of getting your Ph.D-- 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 brought me to the peak and pushed me over ... once... twice... and then again just to see if you could.

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, hooking my legs over your knees or your shoulders 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. How you could make me cum dozens of times in one night because I was just so sensitive and inexperienced.

In just days, you became obsessed. You wanted to find out what made me cum hardest and longest, what made me lose control fastest. The sounds of my helpless, gasping cries swirled endlessly in your mind all day, every day, only silenced by the new cries you pulled from me every night, and your fingers ached with the memory of my body clamping tight as a vice around them as you maniacally massaged my sweet spot.

The sight of my pink pussy, so tender and throbbing, gleaming with juices that dripped down my legs was as stunning as ever tonight.

Except this time, you were going to try something new.

A toy. Just a little bullet vibe, barely thicker than your thumb, but with a buzz so powerful that it filled the whole room.

You grinned at how cute I looked shaking my head frantically and trying to escape your hold as you brought it down between my thighs, my wrists yanking against your grip where you held them pinned above my head. You watched with a hungry grin as the toy touched my clit and started to circle it slowly, forcing inexorable shudders of pleasure up my spine.

Then, you moved it lower, pressing it against my little opening and pushing it through the clenching 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 helplessly, hot juices squirting out of me and drenching the sheets between my legs.

Jumbled pleas tumbled from my lips as I shook, desperate for 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.

This was just the beginning... and you'd need your hands free to really get started.

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. :)