Immediately, she moved to my left hand, which was the furthest from the door. I failed to understand how she could see my hand; I could hardly see my shoulder. I heard her pick something up from beyond the bed and touch my hand. Ok, I thought, sash time! But, it wasn't a sash, it was a cuff! A soft cuff, not a metal handcuff, but still a cuff! That was new! Most unexpected!
She wrapped it around my wrist and then I felt her messing with it. Velcro should just hook right up, so what's she doing? She let the cuff go and immediately I felt the cuff pull my wrist, strongly, toward the bedpost of this very nice, faux 1800s, canopy king bed - https://dirtywonk.com/category/reddit-nsfw/ .
She quickly moved to my other three limbs and repeated the same exercise. I was stretched out and there was no slack. None. I wasn't sure what to think - again. Was this, possibly, a warning sign? Of what? Well, I just had to trust her.
"Please lift your head and open your mouth and don't say anything. You promised."
Okay, this has never happened before and I had an uneasy feeling about what she was about to do, and then she did it. She stuck a ball-gag in my mouth, reached behind me and drew it pretty tight. It was a large ball-gag and barely fit. I was slightly less enthusiastic about this as we'd never used one since it would interfere with our words of love or cries of torment/pleasure. Yet again, I was unsure what to think, but I decided to ride it out and see what was next - https://thefreesexcams.com .
She got off the bed and I heard her walk towards the door; she stopped and turned on the overhead light. I could see just the barest of light from under the mask. What the fuck? We always had a bedside light on in the room but never the overhead light. I didn't like making love in the dark because I loved seeing her goddess-like body as well as the loving looks she gives me as we kiss and make love. I also liked seeing her face in indescribable torment as I would edge her, again and again, until she begged me, with promises of fealty and love, to let her cum. If I carried on too long, those sweet words morphed into the vilest threats if I didn't make her cum right-the-fuck-now.
I heard her open the drawer in the bedside table by my right hand and take some things out and set them on the bed. My excitement was re-engorged... er... re-engaged as I thought that our lovemaking was close at hand. I wanted to ask her what was going on, but all I could do was to grunt.
"Please don't try to talk around that gag or make any other sounds until I allow it. I thought about doing this with ya unrestrained, but I was afraid that ya'd bail before I could fully explain what and why. However, soon, I will give ya the option to stay or leave."
WTF?
I heard her open several packages or envelopes and heard her throw the wrappings into the trash. I guess she set whatever was in them down on the bed. My level of anxiety started to go up because I couldn't figure out what was going on and there was precious little I could do if I didn't approve.
I figured that roughly 10 minutes went by as I heard noises that I couldn't identify, interspersed with silences. She then cautioned me not to move my right hand reiterated that I'd promised and said that she'd be very, very disappointed in me if I moved that hand and that I'd be kicked out immediately.
Can you believe that I didn't draw one drop of comfort from her remarks? Holy fuck! What was going on?? Why'd she keep saying that no harm would come to me? That shouldn't have been necessary to say once, much less several times. I asked myself, again, wtf is going on?
I felt something on the back of my right hand; it felt like... no way!
Yeah; Bill and Ted, again! I don't know why I kept bringing up their trademarked phrases; I would have to think about that later. In the meantime, I hoped that I wasn't going to blurt out, "Wyld Stallyns!" at some point.
It felt like an alcohol prep pad being wiped down my hand from the wrist to the knuckles. Cold! But that was silly, because why would she do that? What. The. Actual. Fuck. was going on - https://dirtywonk.com/category/hentai-porn-sites/ ??
What could only be a tourniquet went around my wrist and was yanked tight. I realized that my thought wasn't silly; it was scary! Immediately, a needle went into my hand where she had been prepping. In a flash, she whipped the tourniquet off and I felt a cold liquid flowing into my hand. She taped the needle down and then taped some tubing onto the back of my hand. She must have had strips of tape ready and an end stuck to the headboard, ready to be grabbed and used. It was all over in seconds.