The Kinky Orgasm 

My Kinky Orgasm Encounter

I got on the morning train feeling sore. I had one of those wild nights again. Mishka was on top of her game yesterday, and I had marks to show for it. The night started with room service bringing in our box of BDSM Sex Toys we’d ordered just two days before booking. Mishka asked me to take a walk after, so she could “prepare” for the night. I was more than happy, I always enjoyed our time together. 

I got a text thirty minutes later, “I’m ready for you.” The room looked a little different when I walked in. I could tell just by scanning through that there were a few things that were not there before I left. She had ordered two Black Air Pillows, a Red Latex Bed Sheet which was on the bed, a box of BDSM Kit, and furniture Beside it. She led me to the bed, directed me to lay down and I obeyed. 

Next, she sat astride my waist and bent down to kiss me deeply. I could feel her red crotch already wet and slightly grinding into my dick as she arched low to kiss me. She stretched to reach for something on the bed and she swung back to my face a pair of Red handcuffs in her left hand. She motioned for me to put my hands above my head, and I complied. She quickly had my arms secured. 

She undid my buckle, and forcefully pulled my chinos trousers down, leaving my briefs on. She walked around to the other side of the bed and moved close to my head. She bent over, teased me with a kiss, and pulled back when I almost reached her lips. I tried to go for her breast; instead, I met with her hand firmly pushing me back down. She was in charge, and I did not get to decide what to do. She sat astride my face and then shifted her thong to the side, lowered her crotch on my face. My lips quickly found her slit, and she let out a deep sigh. She gyrated slowly and gently on my face. This lasted for a few minutes before she decided she was done for now. 

She turned around and, with her back to me, lowered down on my face again. She reached for my black thong, relieving my dick from the briefs. She squeezed my balls a little too hard, but as I knew, I was not here for light touches. I wince and stop licking her pussycat, to which she turns around and smacks my face. That was all the motivation I needed. I frantically sucked on her clitoral area and ran my tongue along the entrance of her pussycat. She rewarded me with a few long licks along my dick and circled her tongue around the head. She squeezed my balls again as she stood up to remind me of who was in charge. 

She took a mouth gag and quickly wore it around my mouth, buckled the side, and stuffed the rest of it in my mouth to muffle any sound. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She walked to the drawer by the wall and returned with the keys to the handcuffs. I knew that was not the end, but now I could orgasm with some freedom. That was short-lived, though, as she commanded me to lie down, widespread on the bed. She brings out bed restraints, expertly attaching them to the sides of the bed. First to my legs, and then to my arms. Next, she took an eye mask and wore it around my head, and over my eyes. I heard her walk off again and come back with a fetish red whip. I knew it because it tickled my skin as she ran it along my body. I felt both a rush of pain and pleasure. I moaned into the gag and tried to wriggle my way out of the restraints.

She ran the whip along my chest to tease and tickle me. The next few whips came in that area before she moved down to my abdomen and then thighs. A few moments later, I felt a searing pain on my left nipple, and only after the pleasure started to build did I realize that she was using a red nipple clamp. I moaned into the gag, and I felt the tingling in my body. She whipped for a few times, and I closed my eyes and took it all in. My whole body was buzzing with ecstasy. The pain is filtered out, and only the sweet pleasure remained. I felt the restraints coming off for a few minutes, and I wanted to cry from the shock, but then I realized this was not the end of our night.

“Your turn now, Daddy,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. 

Her breasts were the first thing I saw when she took off the blindfold. I reached up and took one in my mouth, and she didn’t stop me this time. She was no longer in control.

The aches in my body excited me. I loved that feeling when I was with her. Raw, primal, sensual, and real. I saw that she had set up a swing area. The heavy-duty red-print sex swing was ready for use. I pointed to it, and she knew what to do. I spanked her ass as she walked towards it. A little too hard, and she winces.

She took her place on the swing, and I used the restraints to hold her in place. This was all for my pleasure, and she was there to serve me. I positioned myself between her spread legs and rammed my dick into her vagina, She screamed. Whether it was for pain or pleasure, I did not stop to ponder. I fucked her recklessly for more than ten minutes, alternately kissing and biting her lips and nipples. I pulled her forcefully towards me, so the slapping sounds of our bodies crashing was loud enough to turn me on. I painfully squeezed and Sucked her nipple with Nipple Sucker and watched as she winced in pain, struggling to get off the swing, and then realized that the restraints would not let her do so. I pulled out my dick and delayed my orgasm some more. I was not done with her yet, so I walked behind her and took in the view of her well-spread ass. I remember how I spanked her a few times. I got growls and yelps. I went back for the whip at some point and proceeded to dish out some strokes. It was hard enough that she would feel it. I could see that she was dripping again, and I could not let all that wetness go to waste.

This time I entered from behind, and the swing aided my penetration. I spanked her with Red paddle as I moved in and out and held her on the waist with my right hand. The view was beautiful to look at. Her puckered ass staring right back at me, riddled with marks from spanks and whips. It was so much to take in. I could feel her walls clenching. I held on just long enough for the pressure to build up, and when it was time, I pulled out and came all over her back.

Even as I was in charge, we had both set rules. I would never cum in her, no matter how intense it got. I hear the train screeching to a stop as I massage my wrists once more. Next weekend will be another hot night, and I can’t wait for it.