One Hot Session by Otto Dix One Hot Session by Otto Dix Dear Mistress E. Last night I did what you had instructed me to do. It felt like I had a cannonball in the pit of my stomach as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom with the necessary equipment in hand. The ice-cube release mechanism was already started. Two cubes were used so as to give sufficient time for completing the self-bondage, and suffering. I collected the gear from the attached garage, which was quite cold, and seeing how I was wearing only a pair of nylons, I was anxious to return to my warm bedroom. In my hands, I carried chains, rope, locks, and …. one bottle of Tabasco sauce. I placed the small red bottle on the nightstand and placed the chains and rope on the bed, neatly beside the other implements I would be using, one pair of handcuffs, a stainless steel shackle, and three very small cock rings. My nylons had a reinforced opening in front which exposed my cock and balls. It’s an alteration I did myself. There is nothing more erotic for me than the image of silky, uniform, black nylon clad legs, tightly and neatly bound. I would much rather be looking at those of a willing damsel, but at times I have to be satisfied with looking at my own. I also enjoy the feel of them, especially the rope binding against the nylon fabric. It’s not uncommon for me to tie up my wife. We keep a pair of stay-ups in our goody bag along with a scarf and cuffs. I usually start with cuffing her hands to the top of the bed. I take my time, running my hands down her body once her hands are secured, and she is properly blindfolded. I stroke her legs and lightly trail my fingers over her mound as she pushes her pelvis upward, hoping for some manual stimulation of her lips and clit. But all she gets is light teasing touch, and I can see her lips parting and her moisture level rising. “Soon enough” I say, “soon enough”. I take a pillow and place it beside her hips. She instinctively knows what to do. She places both feet firmly on the bed, and raises her hips and I slip the pillow under her beautiful bare ass. With her ass raised, it gives me good access to her soaking wet pit of quivering flesh. I can suck and lick and drink her in and occasionally penetrate her deeply with a finger or two just when she needs it to send her over the edge. But before she gets some sugar, she needs to pay the price. I’m not tying her up because she likes it (although it certainly seems to make wetter than usual). I’m tying her up because I want her tied up. While preparing for an evening of sex, I’ll tell to put the stay-ups on, and she’ll know what comes next. I take my time running my hands up and down her body, trailing a bathrobe sash cord over her from her neck, around her breasts, over her lips, and down her leg. When I’m done touching her, I take one ankle firmly in hand, and place it in the middle of the bed, with her knee bent outward. Then I take the other, and cross one ankle over the other. Methodically, I wrap her ankles with the soft cord, alternating in both horizontal and vertical wraps, and finish with a cinch to tighten it up and ensure that her ankle bones are not pressed up against each other. Before getting down to business, I usually spend about 15 to 20 minutes putting dabs of cool vanilla pudding in strategic positions, and licking them off with ample sucking. However, I never put pudding between her lower lips. Besides for a variety of health related reasons, it just wouldn’t be right to be licking her there so soon into the session. When I am finally ready, I lift her bound ankles, and crawl head first up to your waiting and eager hips, and lay her calves on my back. In this position, she does not need to position or support her legs at all. She can just relax and let go, let go of everything else and absorb the long awaited devouring of her sweet fruit of passion. I take it slow as though I am making a good meal last, a nibble there, and nibble here. There is no sense in rushing in until she’s good and ready to be flung forcibly over the edge of ecstasy. Her mouth opens and she begins breathing rapidly in shallow breaths. This is her “tell”. This is how I know she is ready. I concentrate on her clit with slow and gentle up and down strokes like a paint brush, pausing slightly between strokes. As she starts moaning, I plunge a finger deep into her and speed up the licking.
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