...but I'll leave it to him to explain what happened next...
I think I have mentioned before about letting things 'flow' on a session, just let things happen, and enjoy the ride.
Puppy had changed into a slinky catsuit [talk about switching] and with her jet black hair and buckled fuckmeboots on, looked absoutely gorgeous. I have always used cuffs for restraint because of the speed factor clip on, clip off, so she was advising me on the best methods with rope, as I just used to do a basic knot or two.
of course, by now, I was wristbound. Then it switched.
I was trying to wriggle out of this situation, as well as testing the bondage on my wrists, Puppy then invited me to lie down 'as its more comfy' . . . yea. I was soon secured to the head of the bed. Although I trust her, when the blindfold went on, I did think, this is wrong, and, as we are inclined to be on this forum, it felt delicious.
I could continue as to the worst part and the best part, but to be honest, I don't know which is which. The blindfold enhanced the feeling of 'what next'? and when she pulled off my combats and boxers, I felt really exposed and humiliated, not helped when she continued by binding my feet to the end of the bed.
Oh, I played the pussy until I couldn't stand it anymore, and gave some verbal.
Ballgaged. I then suffered a torrent of tickeling and nipple twisting/pinching face slapping and making me say . . . . things.
I knew she was getting off on this, confirmed when I heard her catsuit zip being pulled down and then having two fingersfull of pussycum rubbed into and around my nose and mouth, and made to lick and suck it off her fingers.
Talking of fingers, I was also anally abused with one hand as she wanked me with the other, I was told in no uncertain terms not to ejaculate though.
ballsucking, toesucking, cocksucking, and pain.
I was in heaven and hell.
I was embarassed and humiliated.
... ... and I loved it.