What’s a little kinky bodystocking bondage between friends?

Maybe I knew you’d just walk in when you got here, but I never would have guessed we’d end up enjoying some kinky bodystocking bondage together. I’d suspected that I might have pushed you too far with the comments about you being too sexy for phone sex, but Amy, I never knew you had it in you to use me like that.

I’m so used to being dominant that I never saw your own naughty, determined energy radiating off you until I was thoroughly subdued.

Takedown

 Just standing with my back to you as I looked through my closet in nothing but my bodystocking was exhilarating. I felt the moment you came into the room but I just kept rifling. The silk, leather, and cotton passed through my hands as I skimmed the contents of my closet, but all I could feel was your presence behind me, getting closer and closer.

My nipples hardened as your warmth radiated off of my back. You’re never that quiet. I was expecting you to wrap your soft arm around my waist and pull me into you, but that’s not what I got.

Rough roads ahead

Your hand wrapped around my ponytail so fast that I almost lost my footing. You yanked it backward then, and I did fall. My whimpers were pathetic as you pulled me back up to my knees. The shock had its claws in me and I couldn’t seem to find the words to ask why…

I knew more was coming. The sneer on your face was enough warning. It was about to turn into kinky bodystocking bondage. I begged you, Amy, please be gentle. With the hamper behind me, you leaned over, pulled out a pair of dirty panties, and shoved them in my mouth.

What I wasn’t ready for was the punch to my gut. I curled in on myself, unable to think as you stood up, searching for my bindings.

Betrayed

We’d used those ropes together on so many submissive men that it felt like a complete betrayal having your dainty hands expertly tie me in them, but I didn’t dare struggle as you tied me for our kinky bodystocking bondage.

Why did you hogtie me, Amy? Out of all the bindings we’d trained with, why choose this one?

The one we’d used countless times for CBT hardly seemed warranted over some silly jokes.

Still, you stood back admiring me on my stomach with my legs tied to my hands. Then, like an overzealous nurse, you flipped me onto my back, exposing my pussy and crushing my hands behind my back. You admired my naked tits, hidden only by my sheer black bodystocking. I feared for them, to be honest. The way you looked at them wasn’t like a lover wishing to luxuriant in their softness. No, you looked like an angry animal about to rip them from my body.

But then your eyes wandered south, to my smooth pussy. I hadn’t noticed your small utility knife until now, but as you approached it was the only thing on my mind. As the material along my slit ripped, I heard your laughter. My face flushed in embarrassment as you dipped your finger inside. My pussy juice dripped off of your fingers.

Fucked

The harsh ropes bit into my legs and arms as you donned my favorite strapon. With my own dirty panties in my mouth, I couldn’t exactly “motherfuck” you, but I glared as you ran your hands up and down its shaft. Your long blonde hair glinted as you laughed at the kinky bodystocking bondage scene you’d created.

The thick strap on bounced as you strode across the room and opened my ornate jewelry box. Two silver nipple clamps emerged in your hand and I screamed my frustration into the gag. My best friend shouldn’t be using my every weakness against me! But God, you did. So much for collaborating on our gay femdom training!

I didn’t cry until the second clamp was in place. As you flicked it, my whole body jerked. Again, you laughed. And then you lined that strapon up with my pussy and sank it inside me. Only once though. You dipped it in my pussy, and then laughed as you lined the thick shaft up with my asshole.

Anal

You slammed it deep in my ass and slapped my face as I tried to spit out my gag to scream.  You didn’t care though, just kept pounding. My tits jiggled inside of my stocking and you couldn’t look away. All I could do was pray it would be over soon…but it wasn’t.

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