A fierce rush; enlightenment attached to a harness. A coerced membrane yields to epiphany. When she entered him, he was forever changed. The change was both physical and emotional, but more than anything it was ontological: his very existence writ anew with a modern quill. In that instant, in the equivocation of muscle and control and will, he knew not only that he was fully hers, but that he was now bound to her for the rest of his life. There would be no returning from this point; the life before no longer an option.
She handled him deftly and confidently; moving him effortlessly about the bed and into any position that she desired, the difference from one placement to the other often quite nuanced, but somehow vital to her. As though hypnotized and responsive to the most delicate touch, he saw and felt himself to be both her man and her girl. She placed him a few inches to one side, downward a few more as if to fix him upon some precise coordinates – all while pressing her lips hard onto his.
Time and space slowed as she wound and looped and knotted and cinched soft white rope around his wrists; the tightness bringing him peace and a sense of belonging. His arms were stretched taut above his head as she secured those white-coiled wrists to the frame of her bed. To properly fasten her knots to the headboard, she had moved herself up onto his chest, her breasts radiant, life-giving suns in a too-tantalizing sky. Pleased not only with the security in her bonds, but also in the aesthetic, she slid back down his torso, kissing his mouth and then running her tongue along and underneath the thick leather collar locked around his neck. Her lips now to his nipples, her eyes met his as teeth clenched into sensitive flesh. She lingered long at his hipbone, biting down hard and then sucking the skin forcibly back into her mouth, darkness beginning to emanate both from her eyes and the trail of markings she left across his body – there is honor in certain bruises; love and sweetness and romance too. She paused. Like a painter stepping away from the canvas to examine the strokes of her brush, she swiftly moved off the bed and now began to tie each ankle to it, stretching his legs out wide. ‘Boys don’t really need their legs spread, but I like it and that’s what matters’, she said as his muscles both fought against and warmed to her pull. ‘You look beautiful, all bound for me. You make me want to do terrible and sweet things to you.’
As a dancer wraps the fabric of her pointes around her ankles, she worked the leather straps of her harness into its buckles, cinching it snugly into place. The phallus, long and textured and of eye-widening girth fit properly in its steel ring. Her eyes flashed wild and animalistic as she moved toward him. It seemed as though he was now a part of some sacred rite, an offering to a god previously unknown, but who now towered above him. Those eyes. She locked her gaze on him as she lubricated the rigid shaft, which now glistened almost blindingly as she neared. His breathing shallowed and each nerve-ending seemed to ignite at once. His leaping, racing heart pushed blood rapidly throughout his body; his fingers and toes and cock all swelling at its push; the rope digging into his flesh. A torrent of blood now filled his manhood, but he felt not at all the power men derive when they are hard with desire and arrogance. This erection brought only pain as his cock strained intensely against its cage. She clipped a beautifully crafted leather leash to his collar and began to slowly wind it around her hand, pulling it ever more taut; the reins to the team of horses that she was about to drive wildly over rough grounds. Again her eyes flashed as she moved in on his helpless form. He felt her work her dildo between his legs and underneath his swollen, constricted balls as the pressure at the rim, slow and steady and relentless, intensified. As he was brought open, with only the slightest tip of her cock inside him, a brief softness again lit in her eyes: ‘After this, you know that nothing will be the same. That everything will be different. You do realize that after this you will never leave -- you will never want to. And even if you wanted to you could not. For even if you could, I wouldn’t let you. But we both know that you’ll never want to. We both know that such a thing was never even a thought … but it is now impossible.’
When she entered him, he was forever changed. In the moment that she slid up into him, filling him with her desire and what she knew he needed, when stars and suns imploded and worlds collapsed into darkness, when moons whirred out of orbit and light was swallowed up, he knew in that instant that he was home.
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