I lay bound to an antique iron bed, content despite my predicament. Jordan recently updated the bed in our Secret Room to be more versatile for such bondage. The bedframe is quite sturdy and can withstand my thrashing and his fucking as need be.

He has also added a thick box spring and mattress set. Below the mattress, he has placed restraints at all four corners and two which can be adjusted to his desires but are currently restraining me just below my breasts and at hip levels.

Obviously, he can further employ the decorative yet strong scrollwork for additional restraining.

He has decreed that whenever I am on this bed, I will be restrained. Sometimes by just an ankle, other times, like now, by wrists, ankles, and body. This time, he has allowed me to be ungagged and to keep my vision and hearing. Other times, he will blindfold me, plug my ears, or gag me as he desires.

At the moment, I am on my back, listening as he explains all of this to me. I can feel my nipples harden and my pussy weep.

He grasps one of my nipples and squeezes.

“Like all of this, don’t you slut?”

I am edging already. “Yes, Jordan, I do.”

He clips my nipples with new, tight clothespins. I whimper. He laughs then crawls between my legs and licks my dripping slit. I come.

He suckles my clit and finger fucks me until I scream his name and my body gushes nectar into his mouth. I am now lost in a fog of pleasure and submission. Not that I have a choice, but I would do anything for him right now. I will allow him to do anything with me right now. I could not be more content!

He climbs up toward my face and commands, “Open your mouth.”

Eager for him, I do. He plunges his cock down my throat until I gag. He flicks the clothespins and my eyes go wide, looking directly up at his asshole. The gagging reflex stops and he fucks my mouth. Silently, I am no more than a vessel for his cock at the moment. I love it. I feel no stress, no worry, no need to do chores. My only thoughts are of his body and mine. His commands and my obedience. The only decision I make is Yes or No.

My jaws ache and I’m on the verge of yet another orgasm. I feel his cock grow ever so slightly moments before he spills his seed down my throat. I gulp frantically, but he pulls out before he finishes, dripping the last of himself across my face. He releases both of the clothes pins and I scream as the blood pounds back into my tender flesh, as my body convulses with pleasure.

He lies beside me for several minutes, stroking my body, pleased with my reaction. I turn my head toward him and give a contented smile.

“Now that my immediate need has been satisfied and I can think clearly, would you like to know my plans? Keep in mind, I can change the plan at any time,” he murmurs.

“Yes, please. Tell me.”

He gently rolls a nipple between his fingers and begins.

“I love how responsive these are, so I’m going to use them today. Gently. Viciously. I will vacuum them. Slap them. Bite them. Suck them. Caress them.”

I moaned with pleasure, my labia softening again.

“I will employ my new violet wand on them, on your belly, your feet, your thighs, your clit.”

“I will fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop. Will I grant you mercy?”

“No, Jordan. You won’t unless I use my safeword. Until then, you will revel in my begging.”

“That’s right, love. And all that time, you will be bound. Helpless. My veritable sex toy.”

“Perfect, Jordan. Absolutely perfect.”