BDSM Institute

Scenes - Scene 01

Tightly teased

BDSM scene by Magnuz Binder.

I smile down at your writhing shape before me. Your wrists are securely tied with ropes at the small of your back, kept even tighter by your own weight on your arms as you lay upon them. Your legs are spread wide, both ankles and knees pulled to the sides by tight ropes, leaving your vulva wide open and vulnerable. Your head is kept in place by the ropes between your lips and around your neck, loose as you lay still but tightening up whenever you try to strain against them, forcing you to surrender to them. Your breasts crown your heaving chest, standing up like two onion domes from it, tightly restricted by the ropes around their base, the ropes forming two low towers carrying the taut domes themselves.

Your vulva is intersected by more tight ropes, from the rope belt cinching your waist, down and straddling the vulva. They cinch your outer labia against the same ropes as they emerge from your ass crack, after having looped up over your waist rope rear and back down and front again. The returning ropes also pinch your petals and clit into prominence between them. The large knot holding all the crotch ropes together are pushing into and stretching your vaginal orifice, rubbing it with every little move you make, as the ropes chafe your pleasure core when you slowly writhe.

My hand seeks out your breast and gently fondles and squeezes the taut orb. Despite your nipple being rock hard under my fingertips, the tautness of the skin from the tight bonds denies it to jut, instead forming just a hard bulb in the center of your areola. My other hand seeks your vulva, finding the knot halfway into your vaginal orifice so soaked in your juices that wetness oozes from it as I push it deeper with a finger, wetting my fingertip as the ropes tighten up even more at your core. I slowly and teasingly let the slick fingertip rub across your pinched and swollen petals, until it finds your throbbing little clit, lightly but carefully lubricating it with your juices. Your breath quickens and I feel your body tense as my finger slowly and lightly circles the little nub and rubs across its exposed tip. I keep teasing, your bodily reactions mercilessly revealing your arousal as your panting becomes faster and more shallow, and your body tenses and writhes more and more intensely.

The arching of your back and disregard for the noose tightening around your neck signals when you are about to reach ecstasy under my hands, and I ease off. I just let my fingers rest on your swollen labia and petals, while my other hand keeps playing with your tightly bound breasts, caressing, fondling, squeezing, nipping at your nipples and slowly scratching their tips with a finger nail. Your sounds tell me how desperate and frustrated you are, but your body slowly slides down from its peak of pleasure, without having reached the top. When your excitement has decreased enough, I again let my fingers start teasing your core, while continuing to play with your swollen and sensitive breasts. I haven't decided yet, how many times will I drive you close to the edge, how many hours will I play you like my fiddle, or if I will let you pass that peak of pleasure at all, once or several times. But that will be my decision to make. You will just have to accept and suffer or enjoy whatever I decide for you.