Blue suggestions

Interesting suggestion you left on the bed” he said as he appeared in the kitchen

Ummm, what suggestion?” I asked, a frown of confusion clouding my face.

“The blue dildo laying on the bed.”

Turning to look at him I realise that he has a coil of rope in his hands.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. I just left it there after cleaning it.”

“Well suggestion or not, it has given me an idea. Come with me” and he holds out his hand to me.

In the bedroom the blue dildo seems to glimmer in the sunlight.

“See” he says “How could I miss it? It looks so pretty and so eye catching.” As he talks he peels my leggings down my thighs and then motions at me to lay on the bed.

He sits on the end of the bed and gathers the rope into his hands and starts by tying a knot round my ankle. Once he is happy with that he pushes my foot back up against my thigh and sets about weaving the rope up my legs binding them in place. The look of concentration on his face sends a little shiver of longing down my spine. One of the things I love about rope is that feeling of being studied, of being the focus on his undivided attention while he works me into something that pleases him.

Once he is done he tests the ropes, making sure they are both tight enough to hold me but not too tight to cut of the circulation. He glances down between my legs. I know I am already wet, I can feel it. The smile the dances across his lips tells me he can see it but he is not done yet and he sets about tying my other leg to match the first.

Eventually he sits back and admires his work. Making a few adjustments, checking the rope again. Then his eyes find mine, fingers part my labia and he dips into the wetness that is pooling at the opening of my cunt. I feel so open and exposed. I want to look away, cover my eyes to hide my shame but the way he looking at me somehow makes it impossible.

“Pretty” he mutters but then he is leaning across my body and reaching for the blue glass dildo and I don’t know if he means me or it.

He hands the dildo to me.

“Show me” and he settles himself at the foot of the bed

“I want to watch you fuck yourself”

The dildo feels cool in my hand but even cooled when I press it to the heat of pussy. I am so sticky wet that the bulbous head slips easily inside me. I hold it there, just inside me, savouring the sensation of being penetrated. I squeeze my muscles tight around the blue toy which draws it deeper into me. I pull it back and then drive it in. A little bit more each time, tilting it downwards slightly so to angle the head up towards my g spot.

He watches me so intently. His eyes flicking from my face to my cunt like he can’t decide which he most wants to watch. He shifts on the end of the bed and his hand tugs at the front of his jeans.

“Dirty bitch” he grumbles as he catches me grinning at him.

There is a temptation to close my eyes and just concentrate on the sensations of the rope and the dildo but then I want to watch him watch me. I want to see the way his eyes darken with desire as he does, and how he grows increasingly uncomfortable with the his dick constrained tightly in his pants. I maybe the one in the rope but in some odd way I am the one in control now and I am curious to find out how long he can resist touching himself for.

When you feed yourself some of your own juices from the blue dildo before pushing back inside yourself seemed to be the moment that his resistance gave up. This time I find just the right angle and start to thrust the dildo in tiny short movements deep inside me. My other hand slides down and my fingers find my clit. I am an expert at this game. I can make myself come like this so easily and having him sitting at my feet stroking his dick slowly in his hand is making it even easier. I speed up, short sharp little thrusts and my cunt tightens in response and then it happened and I am coming in toe curling little spasms and my legs are straining against the rope.

My breath is still coming in shuddering little gasps as he stands up at the end of the bed and sides his trousers down and off his legs. His thick cock is jutting out firmly in front of him and I lick my lips at the thought of tasting him but he has other ideas. Reaching between my legs he pulls the glass dildo from my body and kneeling up on the bed between my thighs he says

“My turn”