I continued to slowly tease her pussy, smooth and silky, her lady cum still leaking from her like a faucet.

It had been over an hour, but this is what she wanted. What she had begged for. Her breasts were hard and flushed, remnants of candle wax still present. She groaned into her ball gag. The ice cubes I’d use to cool the firm nipples after had been of little relief.

I sat up, adjusting the spreader bar and checking her blindfold was secure. It was time.

I began to mop her juices up with two fingers before sliding them inside her. Her cunt was silky smooth and burning red hot at the added pressure of two fingers causing an ooze of even more juices down her perfect asshole.

I leant forward, sucking her clit into my lips and toying with it. I knew this drove her insane but when she was this aroused I didn’t want to over do it and cause her to blow, tempering my pace against my primal instincts. Each movement was deliberate, slight harder, slightly faster than the previous, but not enough to provide the relief she ached for.

Each stroke slowly built into the next, not only building her pleasure, but also her anticipation. Each movement I felt her bearing down on me, craving more.

I paused my licking and allowed my ring finger to slide into her mess, a feat achieved with relative ease. I felt her tightness as she slowed her movements, resetting and allowing her body to absorb me.

It didn’t take long for her to adjust and I felt her hips driving downwards in rhythm with my strokes once again. My mouth found her clit and in a few minutes she was back at full passion, groaning and heaving, her body craving more.

I was patient, allowing her a slow build and although I know she could handle more sooner, I waited until she was at full frothy desperation. She groaned against her ball gag and I withdrew my fingers.

I knew she could handle it. And she wanted it. She had been in a journey of self discovery since we had met three months ago after her husband had left her with the kids.

It had started slow, with regular vanilla sex when the kids were with their dad. This has grown as she opened up herself to new things she had suppressed previously. Bondage, submission, choking, spanking and humiliation had all been explored as she continued her journey of self discovery.

I moved around to her left hand side, collecting the bottle of lubricant and squirting the cool fluid directly on her and watching it slowly trickle down her spread and puffy lips as I applied more to my fingers.

I felt her shift slightly, knowing the position she was in was not overly comfortable for this length of time. She had performed well as instructed, binding herself with her legs spread wide, rope and the spreader bar leaving no escape, I had simply clipped her free hand wrist restraint to the bed when I arrived and she had been completely isolated.

It had been her final task. Her butterfly exiting the cocoon moment. It would have been easy to tie her up myself, force her into the positions I desired. But that wasn’t what she needed, she needed the confidence do it herself.

She needed to put herself in that position. To expose herself, her insecurities, her stretch marks, her tits. She needed to trust me and to feel vulnerable and do it anyway.

I reached out with my left hand, firmly wrapping it around her throat. I slowly closed my fingers around her throat, feeling her strong pulse through her arteries and restricting the airflow just enough that she knew she was helpless. Her body responded in kind, confusion on her face as her hips searched for cock, I’d never chocked her without being inside her before.

I released the pressure and enjoyed her gasp, the flow of the oxygen restricted still by the ball gag as she took longer to recover than usual. She didn’t panic though so I repeated the cycle twice more, each time her groans on release telling me her pussy was dribbling before I could even inspect it.

I used her distracted moment as she searched for oxygen to manoeuvre myself between her legs again, my lubed fingers positioned between her dripping and puffy lips.

I placed all four fingers at her entrance, bringing the fingertips together like a small cone and pushing into her.  The fingertips easily pushed inside and as I passed the first knuckles she moaned, finding more pressure as I reached to the joints between my fingers and hand.

The pressure was too much to allow easy entry so I pulled back slightly and began slow methodical strokes in and out of her, allowing the lubrication to spread and her lips to adjust to me. She groaned as I repeatedly cycled in and out until I knew she was ready for me.

I pushed forward with my hand, my thumb sticking straight up. As it reached my knuckles this time I didn’t stop, applying slightly more pressure as she absorbed all four fingers and the palm of my hand inside her.

We both gasped before she let out a deep and overwhelming groan. I paused and allowed to feel her tightness around me, feel the twitching of her inside as she adjusted to me. It had taken far less force than I thought and knew in that moment she could do it.

I didn’t move, allowing her to initiate slight movements against her bonds, bearing down on me, slowly at first and then gradually increasing in pace.

I began to slowly wiggle my fingers inside her, illiciting animalistic tones beneath the gag in her mouth. I knew she was desperate for more, as was I, my cock ached and a small circle of precum soaked the front of my pants.

My thumb moved forward, the perfect position to actively rub her clit. It’s hardness a result of the intense blood flow to the area, the impact was instant as she bucked and bumped against her bonds, thankful for them in that moment knowing if she was free she would have pushed herself over the edge by now.

The sloppy noises of her moist cunt reverberated around the room, a large puddle of dribble, lube and my spit formed beneath her saturating the fabric below, occasionally causing it to stick to her asscheeks as she constantly adjusted, craving more.

And it was time to give it to her.

I pulled slightly out, still maintaining the critical point of my palm to finger knuckle inside her. This allowed me to pull my thumb back, gently sliding it along my palm before pushing forward with gentle, respectful pressure.

The first attempt, was slow, controlled and careful. Although I knew she could handle it, I didn’t want her to just handle it. I wanted her to enjoy it. Crave it.

Her pressure bearing down on me and intense moans told me she was already at that place. I gently pressured up and down before finally pushing slightly forward, unrelenting this time. I felt her stretch then the soft, fluid movement as my hand disappeared inside her.

“Uugghhh” she gargled in satisfaction against her gag. I held still, allowing her adjustment before gathering my fingers together, closing them up to form a fist, causing her groans to intensify.

I began slow movements inside her, sliding the short distance within her back and forth without drawing back past her pelvis. She groaned and moaned and twisted. She wanted more. She craved release.

I could tell her body was in time with her mind, each little movement encoded with pleasure and her limits were long gone. As were the vanilla memories of her previous sexual endeavours. She was getting fisted and she was loving it.

The movements were slowly increasing in frequency, before she suddenly began to pulse. I knew the hours of punishment was too much and knew it was time.

Her pussy grabbed at me, pulling and pushing with my strokes. I felt it flood and slurp as she began to cum, sloshing as juices ran down my now aching wrist. Her groans were helpless and unbridled, animalistic as all reservations were gone and she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Her entire body was electric and the waves of emotions flooded through her face, mirroring the waves of spasms that were passing through her body. Pleasure, fear, surprise and confusion and have way to uncapped ecstasy as she continued to erupt.

She hissed and groaned, bucked and twisted and as rapidly as it came, her orgasm faded.

My hand was saturated, and although she had climaxed powerfully, I knew she was yet to be satisfied.

With the additional fluids, I pulled my hand back slightly and it popped out, before driving it back in with relative ease. I was fisting her.

Full on fisting her.

In and out of her gaping little hole.

Back and forth in her pussy I went, her limbs bracing against her bonds and her head driving back into the pillows in overwhelming ecstasy. She gargled unknown words into her gag and her entire energy begged me not to stop.

I could feel her building, slowly but relentlessly marching towards a massive climax. I could finally feel her letting go, all reservations gone. She was living in the moment and focused purely on the amplifying pleasure rippling and expanding throughout her body.

I felt the warmth before I saw it, clear liquid squiring from the top of her stretched out pussy shooting upwards. It coated my arm in uncontrolled bursts until it was dripping all over the surrounding fabric.

This was followed by a massive screaming and contortion, her body twisting to its limits and bonds as if she was trying to push some inner demon out of her soul.

Her screams of pleasure were deafening, even muffled through her gag. Her whole entire being was burning at 30000rpm, her temperature had raised up and sweat was pouring from her as she climaxed.

Again and again she pulsed and I continued to ruthlessly punch her pussy, each stroke sending squirting fluids flying across the room as her screams seemed like a foreign dialect to my razor focus.

My wrist ached and I could feel her body close to giving out, pulling out and watching as her stretched out hole splashed another 5 or 6  twitches before it finally gave out, her body and souls empty.

Wiping my hand on the towel, I felt guilty, watching her vibration slowly resonate back to a natural frequency. I assessed the damage, red marks on her wrists and ankles from the bonds, an angry, pink pussy still leaking and gaping and bodily fluids all over the bed.

I dressed and left as we agreed, uncoupling one of her wrist cuffs before leaving to allow her to regain her function.

As I shut my car door I’d barely made it 5 minutes down the road, pulling over to clear my head in the cool night air. Walking around my car, I heard my phone ping and checked the message from her.

“Thank you. Thank you for making my fantasy come true. I’ve never felt so exhausted and so full at the same time. That was amazing and even more perfect than I could have imagined….”

Before I had had a chance to respond a second message came through.

“Next time we meet I want it all. I want you to use me. To do whatever you want. WHATEVER you want. Make me yours”