My boyfriend [25M] and I [18F] couldn't have any better communication. It helps that he has an incredibly good memory!
My boyfriend and I aren't in a formal D/s relationship, but he calls me his "sex toy", his "slave", and so on, and I adore it, plus, this story involves bondage, if very light, so I thought this might go here. In the past, he's beaten my tits with his boots and caned me in public, inter a long list of alia. I'm very much into the lot.
Last weekend, I went to my boyfriend's house for the first time. We spent a lot of time over the weekend exploring his city, but we also spent a lot of time in bed.
One day, in the early morning, whilst I was still just in my underwear, my boyfriend went out to Poundland and came back with a roll of duct tape. I almost squealed when I saw it. I had inklings of what was to come next.
He taped me to the bed by my wrists - I'm too short for him to have taped up my ankles! - and took off my underwear. He's better at taking off bras than I am, incidentally. Immediately I felt this wonderful heady feeling of powerlessness and helplessness travel up my spine. I had a quick attempt to struggle at my bonds, but, no, I was securely fastened to the bed. No escape. He then crawled up the bed until he was on top of me, and, with his cock stiff and bulging, said, in the most wonderfully aggressive, arrogant, controlling tone: "suck my dick".
This was my first time being the giving party in oral sex, so I was nervous. I licked the tip a couple of times, and it was slick with salty, glutinous pre-come. It tasted good. I moved my head forward as much as my bonds would allow to take his cock into my mouth, my mouth straining to accommodate his girth. I started to suck, and to move my tongue about his shaft. I didn't expect what he'd do next.
My boyfriend, taking me by the hair, began to, without any quarter, fuck my face. He used my little mouth as though it were my cunt. He thrusted so hard and so fast, and so far back into my throat - at one point, I was choking a little. His pre-come began to spurt, rather than ooze, into my mouth, and he was so, so hard. My eyes were rolling, as they are wont to when I'm aroused, and I came. I came at least once that morning. Make that at least twice.
Sadly, my boyfriend didn't come that time. He told me later that he would have come in my mouth, but wanted to have some time with my cunt, and by the time he'd pulled out of my mouth and got down there he was soft again. But I'm hopeful that, next time we see each other, we can repeat the experience and he can get more out of it. That said, I think he did get a lot out of it as it was!
I love my boyfriend. Months before our long-distance relationship became a thing of the real world, I mentioned to him that I had a fantasy of being held by the hair and thoroughly fucked in the face. He remembered that from all that time ago, and added to it by taping me to his bed, perfectly predicting the kind of thing I'd like to happen. I am the luckiest girl in the world to be my boyfriend's girl.
Our communication is very good when it comes to the things either of us doesn't want to do, too. Once, I turned up to our hotel room with a knife, cut my fingers up, and asked him to suck up the blood. He did, but afterwards he said that he'd been very uncomfortable about it, so I haven't done anything like that again. I did fuck up and cut myself to drink and masturbate with the blood a couple days before I was going to see him, and the marks really put him off. I feel guilty about that to this day.