Tying knots with Micah Yujin

It was empowering to watch him sit there, defenseless. You had just finished tying him up, so he knew you were still there, but what he didn’t know was where you were looking. What you wanted to do to him, or how far or close you were. And that was exhilarating.

You opened and closed the door–just to watch him. He was restrained to the chair, but the rope was tuggable. This was purposefully done, of course. As you loved to watch him writhe in pleasure. He didn’t move from his resting position, but his breathing became heavier as time passed. He’s anxious, you thought. He didn’t think that you left him before, and there’s still doubt in his mind that you left him all alone, in such a compromising situation–but what if?

“I’m still here,” you said. It could’ve only been you who said it, as his mouth was bound with a toy. And almost instantly, his breathing stabilized.

“Do you need me to be by you at all times? You’re like a puppy.”

He whined in response.

“Wow, what a sure-fire way to prove my point.”

You kissed him. His forehead. Eyes. Cheeks. Lower lip. Neck. Collarbone. Chest. And gave his nipples a fun little sucking with teeth. His whole body convulses from it. He’s always liked his nipples being sucked but it’s gotten even more sensitive since you’ve been training them.

Little moans escape his mouth, but nothing is formed. That’s the fun part about gags, they dehumanize the user. Not being able to speak or tell you what’s good or bad, lets you enjoy him immensely. Whatever you want, as selfishly as you want. You’re not doing this for him, you’re doing this because it’s fun to watch his muscles tighten and tug on the ropes that you tied.

And he gets off on it.

You kiss him down further, leaving a trail of saliva down his stomach, stopping before his underwear band. His cock is semi-hard from it all, pulsating bigger slowly.

“I hope you’re not hoping for my mouth down there, because you’re not getting it.”

You pour lube onto his briefs, wetting them, and playing with the texture of how the fabric feels. His inner thigh muscles spasm from the contact. He continues to let out moans from the gag, drooling. His cock leaks a bit and the warm wetness excites you.

You take a pair of scissors out, making a sharp snip! noise with it. It jolts him up. You make an incision near his boxers, underneath his balls, and his cock spills out of the hole. He looked beautiful, like a toy in a display case. His best features shown and advertised. The ropes, the zip ties that held the dolls up. His clothes were freshly ironed and are now disheveled. He was your favorite plaything, and those were always the ones that became broken and abused.

You took a picture of him, hoping that he could see the flashing light through his blindfold and hear the shutter sound. You had to show him that this was a moment that could not be forgotten and remembered forever. This humiliation. This pleasure.

Then, you poured room temperature water on his cock. His toes curl in from the shock of temperature change and he shrinks a bit. You clean off the lube by stroking him. Your fingers in every crevice. It never gets fully clean though, no. Not really, with him producing fluids every third stroke. But that’s alright, you had your mouth to do the job.

You planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. A tradition. Something that has pavlov’s dogged him apparently, since it’s pulsing back up again. You feel the heat rising from his body as he’s expecting you. You give him a long lick on the underside of it before deepthroating it entirely. There’s a spasm of movement, he tries to move his hands to touch you, but no luck. You see his veins popping on his arms, his fingers strained. You move slowly, getting used to it, and steadily increase the speed. Your right hand is twisting his nipples while your left is fondling his balls. He’s grunting and babbling at this point. You do it until he’s about to cum. Then you stop.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you have it that easy, did you?”

He’s whimpering and whining for a release. You give him neck kisses and slowly and gently stroke his cock. Enough for him to feel it, but not nearly enough to make him release. You trail  your kisses down once again, until it reaches his tip. When you kiss it, it’s throbbing like crazy. The fun thing about Pavlov's dog is that the dog will wait for its food and drool, even if there’s no clear indicator that it’ll ever get it. Just like his cock is doing, drooling for your mouth. You stroke him again. There’s a mixture of disappointment and pleasure in his moans. Once you can only hear the pleasure, you stop.

He’s a mess at this point. He’s covered in his own drool, sweat, and precum, Heaving hard, tugging on the ropes, asking for it, begging for it.

“I’ll let you cum inside my hole if you can hold it in for one minute, okay?”

He’s still. Thinking and processing the words you just said. It’s almost as if he’s intoxicated by the pleasure, forgetting that words exist. He relaxes himself the best he can, slinking back on to his chair. There’s no kiss on the tip this time.

60 seconds.

You start bopping your head to his preferred rhythm.

55 seconds.

He immediately turns into slop.

30 seconds.

He’s pulling on the ropes again.

20 seconds.

Making obscene noises.

10 seconds.

His cock bulges in your throat, you can feel himself restraining it the best he can as his precum leaks out relentlessly.

5 seconds.

You taste a spurt of cum in the back of your throat.

0 seconds.

He succeeds.

“Good boy, here’s your treat.”

You straddle him, facing him. His face is rubbing against your chest as you angle your hole over him. You like the feeling of his affection, his want to touch you, to be held by you. He’s doing everything that he can within the restraints to feel more of you. You insert the tip of him inside you, and already he’s trying his best to get more in. You giggle at him and pull out, “You’ve got to be patient, okay?”

He whines and tries his best to relax again, still rubbing you in whatever spots he can, softly. His cock is still leaking onto the chair, palpitating. You put his tip back in again, but this time, you slam his entirety inside you. He cums instantly, filling you up, and you don’t stop. He squirms as you ride him. His dick is sputtering white liquid all inside of you. And even after it's empty and overstimulated, you keep on going. He trashes every time you start moving, as if he can’t take anymore pleasure. You grab the bottom of his cock and hold it tightly, sliding it up until every last sperm of him is inside of you.

“Mmm”, you let out a sound of joy and satisfaction, while he’s panting, just trying to keep it together. You take off his gag and give him a peck on the lips.

“It’s fun having you shut up for a while,” you gleam.

He’s still trying to catch his breath, so you start taking off of his blindfold and untying his rope. Once you do, he stumbles into bed, bringing you with him. Cuddling you for the day. You fall asleep in his arms–and wake up an hour later to clean up the mess he made (inside you).