The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW) - now complete
Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:47 am
I'm still working on this, a distillation of a longer more erotically themed story with quicksand as a side theme, and have twisted it into something more quicksand and sinking orientated.
But I wanted to see if it was acceptable, as some of the language and imagery is quite explicit.
I also hope that the makers of the quicksand video, for I think they might run this group and as it is a real one, do not mind me describing it in erotic detail, as that was the inspiration for this, as were others.
The Ultimate Bondage
by Tanya
Part 1
They told me that bondage and domination required an absolute level of trust.
I didn't believe Sarah when she told me that was what she and Peter got up to in the bedroom, and other places. It was beyond any level of romance, or sex, I understood.
But then I met Drew.
It was lust at first sight, on the floor of the club. My current relationship had been fizzling out, and things were drawing to an inevitable end. Drew invited me to dance, and was an exquisite mover. The clouds of a fizzled out squib of a romance were suddenly blown away.
I'm not sure how long we danced but I felt exhilarated, alive again.
It began with a dazzling, horny and intimate dance. And ended some time past midnight on a secret balcony - as Drew had connections with the owners - fucking on a sofa overlooking the dance floor, hidden only by a translucent curtain.
I had no idea if they could see us from down there. And after being fucked right off the sofa onto the balcony floor in a variety of body twisting and mind blowing positions, I really didn't fucking care that much either...
Drew lay on top me, naked, panting. He should be spent, exhausted, but the look in his eyes, locked on mine fluttering under lashes as I tried to recover from the sheer intensity of coming like I'd never come before, were full of fire.
He wasn't just a bar raiser but a whole game changer.
We started dating.
Only it wasn't a whirlwind romance of love and flowers, quiet chats in coffee bars as we watched the sun set but horny hook-ups, illicit fucks in the alleys behind clubs, or anywhere else Drew fancied, in the early hours. Hotel lifts? Check! In the garden where we might be seen by neighbours, as we rearranged the flowerbeds with our naked sweating bodies. Sure, why not!? Public toilets, taking turns to sneak him into the ladies, or me into the gents, and explore new positions in the confined cublicle. Whatever!
Didn't really give a shit about what others thought, did Drew. All that mattered was me and him.
And what we could do next.
* * *
Fucking had moved from a simple game for consenting adults to a challenge between sexual competitors. Every hook-up, each wild and scandalous fuck, had to better what we did last time. Keep it fresh. Wild. Interesting.
Risky.
Dangerous.
Drew loved porn. I should have taken it as read. Few guys could innovate that much sexually without inspirations from somewhere. I mean, I read Cosmopolitan, and that was my spur. But Drew decided to share.
So after the usual caller and callee porn scenarios, how we fucked got more elaborate as the videos got cornier. But porn itself comes in a variety of flavours, and I never imagined how diverse tastes could be.
Drew himself, my savage and irrepressible Drew, turned out to be something of a bondage freak. There'd always been a hint of that, tying him up with my stockings and such, or just pinning each other down. But now, in the continuing search for game raising, these got more complicated. Cuffs, rope, paddles, whips, even a rack, which make the construction of mere furniture from Ikea seem like a kid's toy.
When Fifty Shades of Grey came out, we just pointed and laughed.
Then things hit a rut.
"We need a wild card. A random element." Drew suggested. "Something out of our control."
That didn't sound unreasonable. "Got any ideas how?" I asked, thinking Drew might be edging towards threesomes, or swinging.
Drew had been online again, searching for porn that we hadn't already seen, or played. Google bought up a random generator of some kind. Type in the first letter, and the number of letters, and it picks a word.
I shrugged. "Seems fair."
"Choose a letter." Drew said.
I pursed my lips and thought. If I was going to be random... "Uh. Q?"
"Q?" Drew's expression was priceless. "If this brings up the most unpronounceable word, I'm going to..."
"Yes?"
He beckoned me close and whispered what in my ear. It was as ever deliciously filthy and quite disgusting in execution. I actually blushed.
"Promises, promises. Is that before or after our random whatever?"
Drew sidestepped that answer. "Number of letters?"
"My lucky number. Nine."
He typed them in and hit return. I peered over his shoulder for the answer.
"Quicksand?"
Drew sighed. "You can't get more random than that, I suppose."
"Are we going to try again?" I asked.
Drew had a think, and googled 'quicksand porn'. Now it was my expression that was priceless. "You're not serious?"
"If you don't ask..."
I didn't know what to expect, if anything, and I'm not sure Drew did either. The results were certainly interesting. An eye opener.
Hot Babe Masturbates in Quicksand
"Shall we?' Drew asked. I nodded. This I had to see.
A quite shapely young woman in a short tight leather dress and tights walked across the desert. Nothing especially interesting there. Then her foot sunk into the smooth sand up to her ankle. Then her other one. She tested the ground a bit, bouncing up and down. The seemingly solid ground trembled as it took up to her shins, crumbling to reveal a thick greyish much. She moaned erotically as it did so, quickly sinking up to her thighs as she writhed with arousal.
I could always tell instinctively when Drew was getting horny. Whether it was the girl herself, or her outfit, or the low orgasmic sounds she uttered, didn't matter. It was like my superpower. And it obviously turned me on.
The woman wriggled her hips as she sank up to her crotch in the quicksand. I bit my lip and clutched Drew's shoulder, as she sank to her waist, and touched her breasts. Unlike so many films where the 'quicksand' was obviously just water with some dirt sprinkled on top, this seemed the real deal. I felt a pang of concern for her. How would she, assuming she wanted to, get out again?
She was not almost up to her tits, and scooping up the quicksand and smearing it over them, moaning even more. The dry sand around had broken up completely into a grey gunge as she rocked back and forth, up and down, as if straddling a lover submerged in the quicksand and fucking him cowgirl style. Her gasps and cries reached an orgasmic climax as she continued to rub the muck over her tits.
My legs were starting to go weak so I pulled a chair behind Drew, to sit for support, peering over his shoulder still, as if hypnotised.
I was as breathless as the girl. My fingers had inadvertently slipped to between my thighs as I sat, and the tips slipped into the wetness under the sheer material of my panties.
Post-orgasmically, the woman's moans lowered to little gasps of pleasure as, almost up to her armpits in the quicksand, she continued to smooth the muck over her tits for a while.
"Is that it?" I whispered? Admittedly it was hot. More so than I would have thought. I desperately wanted to tear Drew from the screen and straddle fuck him on the bed, imagining him under the quicksand as I rode him. I felt an electric arousal like I hadn't felt for some time.
This was something quite new. Different.
"Not even half way." Drew muttered. I could tell from his tone he was as hard as fuck, and desperately wanted to throw me on the bed too. To take me hard and mercilessly in whatever position was expedient.
But we were both mesmerised by the screen. This quicksand porn.
Then the girl began to lift herself out, backwards. She managed to get her arse on the firm sand behind her, and sit on it, dragging her muck covered legs free. With slow erotic moves, she smoothed the muck from her legs, still leaving the tights covered in grey sludge, as they hung limply from either foot. Then she stood on the edge of the quicksand and smoothed the rest of the muck from her dress. She lifted her dress, and slowly pulled her filthy tights down her bare slimy legs, to discard them.
As a striptease, it wasn't exceptionally erotic, but it had us hypnotised.
She took a few steps more, and started to sink again. As before the crust of dry sand gave way, and she was up to her knees again. This time, her sexual need was more obvious, as she bounced her arse on the dry sand to break it up. After a few tries the quicksand was at her waist once more. It quivered and moved like nothing I had ever seen before. Hands flat on the semi-solid ground either side of her, the woman's downward thrusts became quicker, more urgent. She hefted herself from waist deep to just below her tits, which were now covered in drying quicksand, over and over.
My nails had dug into Drew's shoulder so hard, I was afraid I might draw blood.
Sighing with her head thrown back, the woman scooped up more quicksand and rubbed it over her tits, letting it dribble down them, between them. Shower time with Drew, him scrubbing my tits with shower gel and lathering me up all over before our slippery bodies collided against the wall, seemed tame by comparison.
My face was close to Drew's head as sat there, and kept watching.
The woman rubbed her tits for a while longer, and got out again. This time she stripped her filthy dress off, leaving her bare body covered in smeary grey slime. The patterns of gunky grime on her bare skin, shining dully in the desert sun, were indescribable. It looked like some bizarre exclusive body stocking.
My whole cunt throbbed with arousal quite unlike anything I had felt before. And I could tell from how much Drew was shaking, that he was so hard it hurt.
By now, usually, we'd have fucked each other senseless a few good times. That we hadn't wasn't that we didn't want to, but a testiment to finding something that, in a very weird way, appealed to us both. Regular porn was predictable. This... we had no way of knowing how it would end.
The woman started to jump on the firm sand for a third time. Now, naked except for the drying grey scum on her, she wriggled herself thigh deep, and rammed her arse back in the quicksand. She leant forward, belly and tits on the surface. She worked her way up to her tits again and rubbed thick muck over them.
This time, Drew broke. He was suddenly on his feet, lifting me bodily from the chair. I was tossed on the bed and my skirt and panties ripped away. My blouse torn open to expose my breasts. Then he disappeared.
As I lay there, nibbling my lip in horny anticipation, the girl on the screen had another quicksand orgasm, clambered out, and tottered away.
The real deal. Both the quicksand and the orgasm. I recognised that unsteady, knees-weak, walk.
Drew reappeared with towels draped over his arm. He wasn't wearing anything. He slung one over me. It was wet through, and cold. I gave a yelp of shock.
"Make like it's quicksand!" he growled, wrapping the other bath towel round his waist. Two smaller towels were tossed on the bed beside me.
In a weird way, it wasn't that difficult. The thick wet material was somewhat rough, and heavy. Struggling from under it was somewhat 'quicksandy'. I clambered to a kneeling position, and wrapped the towel round my waist. We both knelt there, cold, shivering, but also aroused like fuck. I could see Drew's cock poking up through the material. Impulsively I grabbed it and jerked it. The chilly damp material was very strange in my palm, barely warmed by the heat of his erection.
Drew scooped up one of the smaller towels, and grabbed my bare tits with it, rubbing them as if it was quicksand. The icy fabric sent a judder through my whole body. My nips sang with sensation. The towel was brought up round my neck. In my imagination, I felt as if I were up to my neck, about to drown. Breasts heaving. Drew slowly eased the towel away, so it was dragged over my now damp breasts and pert nipples, then leant forward and sucked one.
I was now a woman possessed. I twisted Drew on his back, wrapped in his towel, then bought my towel wrapped body hard down on his hips. His cock was curiously cold from the towel but still hard. It slid up in me with no effort. I was as wet and slippery as the quicksand in the video, as Drew sank balls deep into me.
I started to ride him, bouncing like the woman had. Drew was the quicksand now. He flowed and surged between my thighs as I straddled him hard. I placed the other small towel in his hands and guided him to rub it over my tits again, as I steadied myself and bobbed up and down in this strange roleplay quicksand. Felt myself sinking into orgasm, rather than rushing headlong into it. It was the most unsubtle drowning in sensation ever.
It didn't take Drew long to cum, and it was the most powerful fuck we'd had in what felt like a long time.
For once, he was spent. He had a look of amazing bliss on his face, lying on his back, half covered in 'quicktowel'.
I clambered off him, rewrapped the cold towel round my tits, and curled up beside him.
The video had ended, and another one was playing. A young blonde with hair in twin ponytails, a hipster short skirt and blouse tied high just under her breasts was struggling thigh deep in smooth deep grey quicksand which seemed to hold her fast like glue.
"We gotta find some real quicksand, like that..." Was the last thing I heard Drew murmur, before I drifted asleep.
To be continued
Part 2 is here: viewtopic.php?f=14&t=13662#p94394
But I wanted to see if it was acceptable, as some of the language and imagery is quite explicit.
I also hope that the makers of the quicksand video, for I think they might run this group and as it is a real one, do not mind me describing it in erotic detail, as that was the inspiration for this, as were others.
The Ultimate Bondage
by Tanya
Part 1
They told me that bondage and domination required an absolute level of trust.
I didn't believe Sarah when she told me that was what she and Peter got up to in the bedroom, and other places. It was beyond any level of romance, or sex, I understood.
But then I met Drew.
It was lust at first sight, on the floor of the club. My current relationship had been fizzling out, and things were drawing to an inevitable end. Drew invited me to dance, and was an exquisite mover. The clouds of a fizzled out squib of a romance were suddenly blown away.
I'm not sure how long we danced but I felt exhilarated, alive again.
It began with a dazzling, horny and intimate dance. And ended some time past midnight on a secret balcony - as Drew had connections with the owners - fucking on a sofa overlooking the dance floor, hidden only by a translucent curtain.
I had no idea if they could see us from down there. And after being fucked right off the sofa onto the balcony floor in a variety of body twisting and mind blowing positions, I really didn't fucking care that much either...
Drew lay on top me, naked, panting. He should be spent, exhausted, but the look in his eyes, locked on mine fluttering under lashes as I tried to recover from the sheer intensity of coming like I'd never come before, were full of fire.
He wasn't just a bar raiser but a whole game changer.
We started dating.
Only it wasn't a whirlwind romance of love and flowers, quiet chats in coffee bars as we watched the sun set but horny hook-ups, illicit fucks in the alleys behind clubs, or anywhere else Drew fancied, in the early hours. Hotel lifts? Check! In the garden where we might be seen by neighbours, as we rearranged the flowerbeds with our naked sweating bodies. Sure, why not!? Public toilets, taking turns to sneak him into the ladies, or me into the gents, and explore new positions in the confined cublicle. Whatever!
Didn't really give a shit about what others thought, did Drew. All that mattered was me and him.
And what we could do next.
* * *
Fucking had moved from a simple game for consenting adults to a challenge between sexual competitors. Every hook-up, each wild and scandalous fuck, had to better what we did last time. Keep it fresh. Wild. Interesting.
Risky.
Dangerous.
Drew loved porn. I should have taken it as read. Few guys could innovate that much sexually without inspirations from somewhere. I mean, I read Cosmopolitan, and that was my spur. But Drew decided to share.
So after the usual caller and callee porn scenarios, how we fucked got more elaborate as the videos got cornier. But porn itself comes in a variety of flavours, and I never imagined how diverse tastes could be.
Drew himself, my savage and irrepressible Drew, turned out to be something of a bondage freak. There'd always been a hint of that, tying him up with my stockings and such, or just pinning each other down. But now, in the continuing search for game raising, these got more complicated. Cuffs, rope, paddles, whips, even a rack, which make the construction of mere furniture from Ikea seem like a kid's toy.
When Fifty Shades of Grey came out, we just pointed and laughed.
Then things hit a rut.
"We need a wild card. A random element." Drew suggested. "Something out of our control."
That didn't sound unreasonable. "Got any ideas how?" I asked, thinking Drew might be edging towards threesomes, or swinging.
Drew had been online again, searching for porn that we hadn't already seen, or played. Google bought up a random generator of some kind. Type in the first letter, and the number of letters, and it picks a word.
I shrugged. "Seems fair."
"Choose a letter." Drew said.
I pursed my lips and thought. If I was going to be random... "Uh. Q?"
"Q?" Drew's expression was priceless. "If this brings up the most unpronounceable word, I'm going to..."
"Yes?"
He beckoned me close and whispered what in my ear. It was as ever deliciously filthy and quite disgusting in execution. I actually blushed.
"Promises, promises. Is that before or after our random whatever?"
Drew sidestepped that answer. "Number of letters?"
"My lucky number. Nine."
He typed them in and hit return. I peered over his shoulder for the answer.
"Quicksand?"
Drew sighed. "You can't get more random than that, I suppose."
"Are we going to try again?" I asked.
Drew had a think, and googled 'quicksand porn'. Now it was my expression that was priceless. "You're not serious?"
"If you don't ask..."
I didn't know what to expect, if anything, and I'm not sure Drew did either. The results were certainly interesting. An eye opener.
Hot Babe Masturbates in Quicksand
"Shall we?' Drew asked. I nodded. This I had to see.
A quite shapely young woman in a short tight leather dress and tights walked across the desert. Nothing especially interesting there. Then her foot sunk into the smooth sand up to her ankle. Then her other one. She tested the ground a bit, bouncing up and down. The seemingly solid ground trembled as it took up to her shins, crumbling to reveal a thick greyish much. She moaned erotically as it did so, quickly sinking up to her thighs as she writhed with arousal.
I could always tell instinctively when Drew was getting horny. Whether it was the girl herself, or her outfit, or the low orgasmic sounds she uttered, didn't matter. It was like my superpower. And it obviously turned me on.
The woman wriggled her hips as she sank up to her crotch in the quicksand. I bit my lip and clutched Drew's shoulder, as she sank to her waist, and touched her breasts. Unlike so many films where the 'quicksand' was obviously just water with some dirt sprinkled on top, this seemed the real deal. I felt a pang of concern for her. How would she, assuming she wanted to, get out again?
She was not almost up to her tits, and scooping up the quicksand and smearing it over them, moaning even more. The dry sand around had broken up completely into a grey gunge as she rocked back and forth, up and down, as if straddling a lover submerged in the quicksand and fucking him cowgirl style. Her gasps and cries reached an orgasmic climax as she continued to rub the muck over her tits.
My legs were starting to go weak so I pulled a chair behind Drew, to sit for support, peering over his shoulder still, as if hypnotised.
I was as breathless as the girl. My fingers had inadvertently slipped to between my thighs as I sat, and the tips slipped into the wetness under the sheer material of my panties.
Post-orgasmically, the woman's moans lowered to little gasps of pleasure as, almost up to her armpits in the quicksand, she continued to smooth the muck over her tits for a while.
"Is that it?" I whispered? Admittedly it was hot. More so than I would have thought. I desperately wanted to tear Drew from the screen and straddle fuck him on the bed, imagining him under the quicksand as I rode him. I felt an electric arousal like I hadn't felt for some time.
This was something quite new. Different.
"Not even half way." Drew muttered. I could tell from his tone he was as hard as fuck, and desperately wanted to throw me on the bed too. To take me hard and mercilessly in whatever position was expedient.
But we were both mesmerised by the screen. This quicksand porn.
Then the girl began to lift herself out, backwards. She managed to get her arse on the firm sand behind her, and sit on it, dragging her muck covered legs free. With slow erotic moves, she smoothed the muck from her legs, still leaving the tights covered in grey sludge, as they hung limply from either foot. Then she stood on the edge of the quicksand and smoothed the rest of the muck from her dress. She lifted her dress, and slowly pulled her filthy tights down her bare slimy legs, to discard them.
As a striptease, it wasn't exceptionally erotic, but it had us hypnotised.
She took a few steps more, and started to sink again. As before the crust of dry sand gave way, and she was up to her knees again. This time, her sexual need was more obvious, as she bounced her arse on the dry sand to break it up. After a few tries the quicksand was at her waist once more. It quivered and moved like nothing I had ever seen before. Hands flat on the semi-solid ground either side of her, the woman's downward thrusts became quicker, more urgent. She hefted herself from waist deep to just below her tits, which were now covered in drying quicksand, over and over.
My nails had dug into Drew's shoulder so hard, I was afraid I might draw blood.
Sighing with her head thrown back, the woman scooped up more quicksand and rubbed it over her tits, letting it dribble down them, between them. Shower time with Drew, him scrubbing my tits with shower gel and lathering me up all over before our slippery bodies collided against the wall, seemed tame by comparison.
My face was close to Drew's head as sat there, and kept watching.
The woman rubbed her tits for a while longer, and got out again. This time she stripped her filthy dress off, leaving her bare body covered in smeary grey slime. The patterns of gunky grime on her bare skin, shining dully in the desert sun, were indescribable. It looked like some bizarre exclusive body stocking.
My whole cunt throbbed with arousal quite unlike anything I had felt before. And I could tell from how much Drew was shaking, that he was so hard it hurt.
By now, usually, we'd have fucked each other senseless a few good times. That we hadn't wasn't that we didn't want to, but a testiment to finding something that, in a very weird way, appealed to us both. Regular porn was predictable. This... we had no way of knowing how it would end.
The woman started to jump on the firm sand for a third time. Now, naked except for the drying grey scum on her, she wriggled herself thigh deep, and rammed her arse back in the quicksand. She leant forward, belly and tits on the surface. She worked her way up to her tits again and rubbed thick muck over them.
This time, Drew broke. He was suddenly on his feet, lifting me bodily from the chair. I was tossed on the bed and my skirt and panties ripped away. My blouse torn open to expose my breasts. Then he disappeared.
As I lay there, nibbling my lip in horny anticipation, the girl on the screen had another quicksand orgasm, clambered out, and tottered away.
The real deal. Both the quicksand and the orgasm. I recognised that unsteady, knees-weak, walk.
Drew reappeared with towels draped over his arm. He wasn't wearing anything. He slung one over me. It was wet through, and cold. I gave a yelp of shock.
"Make like it's quicksand!" he growled, wrapping the other bath towel round his waist. Two smaller towels were tossed on the bed beside me.
In a weird way, it wasn't that difficult. The thick wet material was somewhat rough, and heavy. Struggling from under it was somewhat 'quicksandy'. I clambered to a kneeling position, and wrapped the towel round my waist. We both knelt there, cold, shivering, but also aroused like fuck. I could see Drew's cock poking up through the material. Impulsively I grabbed it and jerked it. The chilly damp material was very strange in my palm, barely warmed by the heat of his erection.
Drew scooped up one of the smaller towels, and grabbed my bare tits with it, rubbing them as if it was quicksand. The icy fabric sent a judder through my whole body. My nips sang with sensation. The towel was brought up round my neck. In my imagination, I felt as if I were up to my neck, about to drown. Breasts heaving. Drew slowly eased the towel away, so it was dragged over my now damp breasts and pert nipples, then leant forward and sucked one.
I was now a woman possessed. I twisted Drew on his back, wrapped in his towel, then bought my towel wrapped body hard down on his hips. His cock was curiously cold from the towel but still hard. It slid up in me with no effort. I was as wet and slippery as the quicksand in the video, as Drew sank balls deep into me.
I started to ride him, bouncing like the woman had. Drew was the quicksand now. He flowed and surged between my thighs as I straddled him hard. I placed the other small towel in his hands and guided him to rub it over my tits again, as I steadied myself and bobbed up and down in this strange roleplay quicksand. Felt myself sinking into orgasm, rather than rushing headlong into it. It was the most unsubtle drowning in sensation ever.
It didn't take Drew long to cum, and it was the most powerful fuck we'd had in what felt like a long time.
For once, he was spent. He had a look of amazing bliss on his face, lying on his back, half covered in 'quicktowel'.
I clambered off him, rewrapped the cold towel round my tits, and curled up beside him.
The video had ended, and another one was playing. A young blonde with hair in twin ponytails, a hipster short skirt and blouse tied high just under her breasts was struggling thigh deep in smooth deep grey quicksand which seemed to hold her fast like glue.
"We gotta find some real quicksand, like that..." Was the last thing I heard Drew murmur, before I drifted asleep.
To be continued
Part 2 is here: viewtopic.php?f=14&t=13662#p94394