Pinned and Tied

Let me introduce to you the passionate Ed Fox. I had met him several months ago on a photo shoot for an art book. I fell madly in love with his artistic abilities as a photographer and his wonderful personality. I also adore the fact that he is a big foot fetish kind of guy. We discussed doing some photos together and he asked me if I were interested in doing some kinky bondage photos. I know the excellence of his work and felt very safe in doing this sort of thing with him. On the day of the shoot I arrived at his studio anxious to have my makeup and hair done. After discussing what we were going to do for the shoot that day, Ed, his assistant and the makeup artist Josef and myself left for the motel where everything was to take place. We drove up to a seedy motel located in the heart of LA. This was the sort of place that gets rented by the hour, if you know what I mean. I felt so kinky in the room. There I was with three men in a little run down motel room in the middle of the day. How fun! I was caught up in the mystique of the experience and was so turned on. I felt powerful and sexy as I strutted around the motel room with my business attire on. I took off my blouse and walked around the place with my fishnet bra on. I imagined myself being there waiting for my lover to arrive. I began to get even more excited as I looked out the door to see who was around and peered out the window to spy upon the other people there escaping through the raggedly painted doors before being recognized. I knew why they were there. They were going into the rooms to fuck. Yes, to fuck and nothing else. I amused myself so much looking at the lovers going into their rooms. I was filled with lustful thoughts. I wanted the bondage to begin. I wanted to be tested. I wanted to see how far I could take my sexuality. I took off my black net bra and let my dominant place the pins on my breasts. I felt so vulnerable and sexy. I wanted to be controlled. As I looked up at him my eyes told him that I enjoyed this. We had this strange way of communicating without words. He knew exactly what and how I was feeling. If I winced in pain, he knew exactly which pin was too tight. He was amazing. He touched my breasts in ways that I had never been touched before. He pinned up all of my nipples, my breasts, it was spectacular. I looked down and there were so many pins I couldn't believe it. It was such a rush. My body heated up and I began to sweat. I was overloaded with sensations. I stood up and practically passed out. I had never been so aroused in all my life. I finally began to understand what all the hype was about in regards to bondage. I never knew what levels it would take me to emotionally and physically. My pussy was so wet. I felt a rush of hot fluid on the outer lips of my pussy. I then felt the pins going on my labia. Oh, I thought it might hurt, but no. It was intoxicating. Each pin made my pussy pulsate with delight. I felt so bound up yet so free. After a long period of time, he started to take off the pins. It was orgasmic. Each time a pin was removed, my blood would rush in to fill the space and I could feel it completely. I have never been so connected to my body before. Now it was time for the ropes. Yes, the ropes. This was my favorite part. I have always wanted to be tied up by someone who knew what he was doing. And my dominant certainly knew what to do. After each knot was finely tuned on my body, I got to look in the rusted old mirror above the bed. I looked at my reflection in total awe. I couldn't believe that was me staring back with all those ropes on my breasts and around my thighs. It was magical. I wanted to be taken right there on the bed. Yet, this was even more intense than sex. This was a journey. This was about me finding out about myself. I got to experience complete vulnerability and in doing so, I found more power in myself than I had ever experienced. There I was kneeling on this old stained mattress, tied up in ropes, and loving every minute of it. I brought my face closer to the mirror and licked it. I can't express to you enough how satisfying this experience was for me.