Bound And Teased

February the 18th 2008 The other night I had a wonderful date with one of my toyboy’s, with whom I switch; this time I was topping him. He enjoys cross-dressing and playing with gender; well, I really enjoy it too, and I had told him to shave himself before our date. He did, legs, crotch, chest, armpits, arms, everything. He also rubbed conditioner all over himself, before he went to sleep and again when he woke up. It really is amazing what conditioner does to naked skin; it's a totally new level of sensation and pleasure! We played in a lot of ways. Early on, he was chained naked and blindfolded in a bathtub of warm water, while I washed his ass and genitals. He said It was very loving of me, and he felt cherished and secure, on display in the bath. he was very much in love with his Mistress, and every bit a slave. Later he was chained to a futon, as I massaged him with oil, bringing his skin to full awareness, making him feels sensuous and ravished. I whipped his chest and brought his nipples to hardened attention; it was a revelation to him to see how his nipples responded to the pressures! Nipple play is another thing to which I'm now converted; nipples and conditioner. Oh, and ice cubes, which I tormented him with while he was still chained. An ice cube in each armpit when your hands are stretched above your head is very intense!!! And I know he’ll enjoy it when he uses them on me! Switching is a wonderful way to introduce new elements into your sex play! The most pleasurable part of the futon scene, though, was just the simple contact between our bodies. The intimacy in being bound so, with his body spread below mine, was so deep and gratifying, and the sensations when I rubbed himself against him - we were both swept away. As I stroked him, I told him to think of himself as my bitch, which aroused us both; he's very bisexual, and I really enjoys having a ‘woman’ with a cock! This was especially enjoyable when I played with my breasts, kneading them and awakening them, and his balls, licking them, they were so shaven and silky they felt like a pussy. And licking the head of his cock, jolting him with pleasure as though it was a clitoris! But as for the teasing later, I had him dress up for me, in latex stockings and garter belt, red spandex top, black satin corset, black shiny miniskirt, red-and-black four-inch heels, bondage belt, and pearls. And of course the collar. He loves it when I ask him to dress; I enjoy seeing his slender figure in clothes that accent his androgyny and he enjoys submitting to my will and showing off sluttily for me. I chained his ankles together and told him to go down on me, which he did with great joy, loving me with his lips, tongue and teeth, telling my clitoris how much he adored her and everything that I was. I responded with a thoroughly satisfying orgasm. Then I told him I wanted to tie him to a chair, and proceeded to do just that, with his hands in bondage mittens bound to the chair back, his elbows in cuffs clipped to the bondage belt, and his ankles tied to the legs of the chair. And a four-inch collar around his neck. He was completely at my mercy, which turned him on enormously; and the bondage was tight, overloading his body with pleasure whenever he struggled against it. I pulled his skirt up and tied a black cord around his cock and balls, making him stand out hard and helpless and there was a full-length mirror right in front of the chair, which drew his eyes to the bound figure with the twitching penis and wide eyes, which became even wider when I strapped the gag around his head and put the nipple clamps on his nipples with their chain running through his collar. And then I ran my lips over his cock, and the sensations were so utterly powerful and tantalizing, he couldn't stand it. I had him bucking and moaning, trying to fuck my face, as I teasingly held still; then I pulled away and watched with a smile as he panted and sighed; then I touched my tongue to the head of his cock and he could feel every tiny contact, every minute wet friction. He was so sensitized; he couldn't think straight, he was crazed with desire, and I was relishing watching him sweat and struggle. I couldn't resist any longer, and I rolled a condom onto him and sat on his lap. The contact as his dick slid into my pussy was electric and we both groaned as it hit us and the sweet sensations as I slid on and off him. I un-gagged him, and we kissed frenziedly; I was so acutely aware of the contact between us at mouths and genitals. I rode him and rode him, hard then soft, at one point we were bucking so hard the chair was creaking like a rusty door in a gale, and I had to stop for fear of waking the neighbours! Finally my legs gave out, and I unbound him from the chair and led him into the bedroom, mittens and collar and heels still intact. I stroked him to full hardness once again, mounted him, and fucked him while clipping his mittens together above his head, and then he rolled over so he was on top, and in a voice hoarse with passion I told him to fuck me. It was one of the most mind-blowing fucks of his life. his whole body was still throbbing from the pressures of his clothes and bindings, and I had teased his cock to an extraordinary level of sensation. I had become every bit as turned on while teasing him, and my pussy was swollen and inflamed, clenching around him as he entered me. He pumped me, and rapidly felt himself about to come, so he held still for a minute as his ears buzzed and I could practically feel the energy filling the room from the two of us. He started moving again, ever so slightly, and the pleasure from those tiny motions was as intense as some orgasms I've had. I was breathing in great gulps, both of us sweating, our bodies shuddering in the grip of this incredible fuck. He fucked me until I began contracting around him, it was like we were riding the edge of a titanic orgasm, surfing as the spray and foam blew around us, and the power surged upwards from the sea as he started slamming into me and we both cried out as our orgasms convulsed us. The tide ebbed out and left us sprawled on the bed, almost unable to turn and look at each other let alone lift our heads to kiss, yet we were both grinning foolishly with the ridiculous bliss that we both felt. It took us about ten minutes to recover enough to hug and kiss and get naked with each other and for those ten minutes all we could think about was the strength of what we'd just done.