Fantasies of a madman

Have you ever considered how much of a shame it is magic isn't real? I'm sure you have. Have you ever considered how gleefully great it would go together with kink? 

For example, consider how useful some enchanted rope could be. Tightening at will, loosening when you find it's too tight... Perhaps even coiling itself around some ...vulnerable parts... If you want to get the point across.

And how awesome would straight up telekinesis be? Who could honestly say a dominatrix force choking a sub up against a wall Darth Vader style wouldn't be awesome. Speaking of the Dark Side, electrokinesis could be interesting...

How about messing with someone's senses and bodily abilities? You could make someone temporary deaf or blind, you could silence someone without the use of a gag, leaving the mouth available for much more useful activities. Also, who needs bondage when you can make someone's limbs temporarily disappear? 

Imagine enchanting someone's underwear to vibrate whenever they see the colour yellow. Imagine shrinking someone down to the size of a peanut. Imagine turning your sub into your literal underwear. Imagine being able to clone yourself or your partner. Imagine...

And I thought we already had so much play at our disposal! Any other crazy ideas, anyone?  

I had one of the best sessions of my life. It was overwhelming, torturous, and completely enjoyable.

It so happens we bought a new mask. Quite the restrictive thing. It has a blindfold and a gag (it deserves mentioning that this particular one was substantially phallus shaped) that can be strapped on. 

We were curious about our new toy so we had me try it on. The gag reached the back of my mouth and in doing so lived up to its name. It kept me quiet all right though. I was still struggling with it when -to my surprise- the straps were locked into place and I was being dragged to the bedroom.

After throwing me on the bed, my mistress played with me and teased me a bit. I was told, plainly, that I wasn't going to cum. After a good deal of teasing, I felt my cockring with penis plug was inserted into me. She continued to tease me before getting herself off with a vibrator. Meanwhile I was trying not to choke in the small world that my mask had become.

It wasn't much later that a condom was pulled down on me. The cockring was still on, which is why there was quite a bit of pressure on the little ball inside, but what was I going to do? Complain? 

Then the sex. So good. My predicament and the sounding of the little ball made the whole ordeal extremely gratifying. Especially when I felt her use her vibrator on herself with me in her. I like nothing more than to feel her get off. Eventually I was allowed to finish too. The afterthought still makes me glow.

This is my ongoing bucket list of kinky things I'd like to do before I stop having fun forever:

1. Spend more than 24 hours in bondage.
2. Learn to supply girlfriend with a steady stream of tongue induced orgasms.
3. Take a strapon.
4. Wake up in a trunk.
5. Rainbow floofball unicorn soup disaster.
6. Dangle in suspension bondage.
7. Find a way to creatively use all rope we have.
8. Openly be girlfriend's slave at an event.
9. Try rubber and/or latex.
10. Go dancing in kink gear.

It's not a new fantasy of mine. If anything it's my most persistent one. I long to be captive to a woman. More specifically, now that she's in my life, my girlfriend and domme.

It's something I've wanted long before I had my first erection. Since I was eight I can't really sleep without at least pretending I'm bound. 

Right now the craving is burning inside me. I want to be fully, laughably unable to escape my girlfriend's clutches. I want to hear my bonds creak when I try to move. To feel their strain pulling me down. To feel her lips calmly touch mine as I'm breathlessly awaiting my unavoidable fate.

The following torture wouldn't be just that. It would be an endless affirmation of my hopeless predicament. The helplessness. The shear desperation for a break from pain, a relief from lust, even a breath of air. None of that within my own grasp. All of it hers to bestow freely. At her discretion. Her very frugal discretion.

The best thing? There's always something that could worsen my situation.