Femdom Night at the Hotel Part 2

I decided the first thing I was going to do was cum. You had your lips wrapped aroung the dildo, which was really cute, but I wanted them somewhere else. I grabbed your hair with both hands and pushed your head down between my legs, putting my right leg on your back to help hold you in place. When your lips and tongue were on the right spot, I held you there as you licked and sucked enthusiatically. After a few moments of this, you put one hand around the shaft of the dildo and pumped, which for some reason put me over the edge. As I came against your mouth, I imagined cum spurting from the tip of the dildo all over your face. You were still gently licking me and stroking my cock as the spasms subsided and I caught my breath. I looked down at you, loving the eager look in your eyes. When you cum, all the energy goes out of you, which I guess is normal for guys. Most porn scenes end when the guy cums. I, on the other hand, am energized by my orgasm and you know that. So you know that this session is just getting started and it's going to be all about me dominating you. I got up and fastened your hands together behind your back. Grabbing another beer for the nightstand, I picked up the ballgag and put it on you, cinching it tight. Then I pulled two short chains from my bag and fastened your wrists to your ankles before rolling you onto your side. There was definitely some fear in your eyes now because I've never tied you up like this before. I dumped the remaining items from the bag onto the bed in front of you, some clothespins and a tube of lube. "OK, I gave you specific instructions and you didn't obey them," I purred at you. "Lube was not on the list but you brought it anyway. Did you think I wouldn't bring any? You're going to be punished for that." It'a all part of the game, of course. You love being punished but there has to be a reason. Just like you love the humiliating things I do to you but prefer to be tied up. That way you can pretend that you're being f***ed to get whipped or fucked or whatever. In this case, you're going to get every single clothespin put on some sensitive part of your body. The blindfold went around your head first. You once told me that the reason you liked to tape our sessions was that you loved to be blindfolded but still wanted to see. That men are more visual than women. Whatever. I love to blindfold you because you become more sensitive; you start and moan at the slightest touch. Feeling playful, I brushed the cold bottle of beer on your chest and stomach, loving the way you wriggled and tryed to roll away. Then I pulled on your left nipple, making sure it was fully erect before putting one of the clothespins directly on it. You cried out a little against the gag but I ignored it and put four more in a tight circle around the first. I let you squirm and groan for a while but, the instant you settled down, I decorated your other nipple the same way. Again I let you adjust to that before rolling you onto your back (you didn't look comfortable by the way). "I've got eight more for your dick and balls," I whispered in your ear, eliciting another groan. The fluid dripping from your rock hard cock betrayed how much you love this kind of treatment and I decided then and there to be extra rough tonight. You bucked and whined as I methodically decorated your manhood with the clothespins. Once I was done, I took some more pictures, then relaxed on the bed next to you to enjoy my beer. Periodically, I ran my hands over the pins, just to make you squirm some more. "Once I'm done with this beer, I'm going to start fucking you," I said matter-of-factly. "I am going to wear your ass out."