Taken From Behind

I am standing at the kitchen sink. It’s one of those huge stone sinks that my grandmother would have called a ‘proper’ sink. I could sit in it (with bent knees) if I chose. 

I don’t hear Emily approach. The stone flags absorb the soft padding of her feet, and anyway, it’s mid afternoon, I’m not expecting her home. 

She slips the blindfold effortlessly over my eyes. At first I’m startled, but then I smell her familiar scent on the air and I know I’m safe. 

She takes my hands and I feel the cold steel of handcuffs as she fastens first one wrist then the other to the taps. Two hands on my hips draw me backwards until I have to bend forward and place my hand on the curved edge of the sink to support myself. Then I feel the zipper on my dress being slowly, oh, so slowly undone. It feels like one tiny tooth at a time….click….click…click….

Finally my dress falls in a crumpled heap at my feet. Im naked underneath, of course…I have been all day. 

I sense movement behind me. Tow hand separate my legs, not too far…this is by no means a stress position, those same two hand travel slowly up the inside of each leg and I tingle in anticipation which quickly becomes frustration as at the very last second, they veer away from the wetness of my sex and I feel both the palms on the cheeks of my bum. 

A gentle pulling sensation and my bum cheeks separate. For several minutes nothing more happens. I am here, chained and exposed. Then I feel the warmth of breath on the thighs, puckered flesh of my bum hole. Just that, warm breath, then a steady stream of warm, moist air, as she blows gently on it. This is accompanied by wetness running down my left thigh. My cunt is so wet, so open, so ready. My clit is screaming for attention, my heart races in my chest. 

Then I feel it, the touch of the tip of a tongue right on the centre of my bum. It doesn’t move, it’s just….there. Miss Brain supplies a commentary. A crude, dirty, disgusting commentary which is joyous in its whole and in its parts. “Her tongue is touching your arsehole.  She is tasting you, from the most taboo hole you have. Imagine if you could see her doing this.” Miss Brain flashes a quick image of what is happening behind me. Another trickle down my leg. 

I feel a tickle. The tongue is licking round the centre…I so need her to push it inside me there, but she teases me by not doing so…yet. I mew in frustration, and for the first time, she speaks. “Make one more sound and I stop.” That’s hard for me…I'm very vocal during sex. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Time passes. How long? I have no idea. Seconds? Minutes? Days? 

The tongue vanishes, and I almost beg for it to return, but I know the rules. The woman who is dominating me has ordered my silence, and that is what she must have. My reward comes in time. The tongue returns and touches the centre of my bum hole…and then it presses. I relax myself and I feel it press beyond the outer surface and penetrate me, just a little, just enough. Dare I try to,push back against her? No. She would stop immediately. I seem to be transported to another realm of existence, I’m here, handcuffed to two water pipes, bending over a sink…and yet, I’m not, I’m floating in mid air, surrounded by love. 

“I’m going to make you cum.” The voice is warm, full of love. “I’m going to make you cum so hard….and I’m not going to touch your tits, your clit, or your cunt.” Damn! My clit is sooo ready! So is my cunt for that matter! I am highly aroused, and each lick, each kiss on my bum hole raises my arousal another notch. 

And then it stops. My blindfolded world is silent. I can hear nothing…not even her breathing. 

In quick succession two hand appear on my hips and something well lubricated and firm is pressed in one continuous movement up my arse. I almost cry out with pleasure, but she anticipates this. A silk scarf is flung around my mouth as a gag. It wouldn’t stop any sound really, of course, it’s just meant as a reminder of the rules of the game. 

She fucks me. She fucks me like I’m her slave, which, right now, I am. My bum feels so full as ‘Mike’ works his magic on my insides. I remember what a doctor once told me. “You have a retrograde uterus, it tilts the wrong way.” I am not aware of it until I have anal sex, then it is stimulated by each thrust which it transfers to my cervix and from there to the top of my vagina. 

I’m being raped. Bound and raped. Fucked up the arse. Miss Brain make me listen. I was so absorbed with my feelings and trying to keep silent that I wasn’t aware Emily was talking to me. 

You’re going to cum. I can feel your arse getting tighter….you dirty, disgusting little cunt….go on then…give into it….fucking cum on my cock.” It is the word….cock….in that second, it’s not ‘Mike’ up my arse, but Alison’s boyfriend Chris…who I showed how to have anal without hurting her…and I let him cum up my arse. The image is too much and an orgasm is wrenched from deep within my gut. 

I can’t obey any longer….I cry out as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure rips me apart. Even as the waves crash over me, Emily reaches around and finally….FINALLY….she touches my clit. It sends me into a parallel universe where pleasure is the only thing that exists there. 

I feel fluid pouring out of me. I know I am squirting and peeing simultaneously. It’s as if I have lost all semblance of control….and it’s unspeakably glorious. No-one has ever fucked me like this. No-one. Ever. I also realise that tears are running freely into the blindfold. 

Almost without me being aware, Emily uncurls me, removes the blindfold, and gag, and holds me too her. Eventually the climax, and the wave of emotion that accompanied it calm down, and, not for the first time, I realise how much I love this girl. 

I gently mover her back, until her bum is against the kitchen table which, like the sink is huge. I peel the strap on panties off her and kneel before my mistress. She places a hand on my head and softly urges me forward to the gates of paradise.