May Ling Su

By now, Skred’s juicy bedtime series need little to no introduction at all. Continued from May Meats Skred, Part 2, here is the latest panty-soaker:

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Video Porncast # 9: Schoolgirl Bondage

I sit in my room, neatly harnessed in hemp rope. Outside the paper walls I can hear my husband talking. Another voice answered him. It is the lover he caught me with earlier. I bow my head, wishing I could turn back the time to that moment I could have resisted our guest’s charms.

He is my husband’s friend visiting from New York City. Earlier I found him chiseling stone in our backyard, shirt off and golden in the sun. Our mutual attraction gave way to committing the sin of adultery in plain view of the afternoon sky.

My husband witnessed the last few seconds of our illicit coupling. He did not say a word, as his friend and I composed ourselves in front of him. Now I am tied up in my room, while my husband makes arrangements for a fitting punishment.

I hear the front door being opened. More male voices entered our home. This must be the ritual I have heard so much about: Bukkake, the traditional Japanese punishment for an adulterous woman.

My husband had gathered up the men from the village to perform this punishment on me. I shudder as my bedroom door slides open. The men wear black masks over their faces, and any effort to identify them is drowned out by my guilt. I bow my head.

“Lift your head, woman,” my husband orders.

I do as I’m told and look up at the spectacle above me. Surrounding me were cocks of various lengths and girths, moving on my face with their fists, faster and with more intensity than real life.

I am hot, the hub of anonymous sweaty male bodies pumping their members around me. I am struggling to catch my breath, moaning from the friction.

I flinch when the first drop of cum hit my cheek. It dominoes into a successive ejaculation all around me on every surface of my face. I relax my head back, letting the slippery goo remain on my face until my husband finds his pride vindicated.

The men dress and shake my husband’s hand before they leave. My husband and his friend remain with me, wiping my face clean with a warm washcloth, and loosening the rope bondage around my body.

The past two weeks have become monotonous. I won’t say our sex is uninspired. We do it a lot more often than average, and the quality has more flavor than vanilla, even if we’ve been monogamous since the year began. We have settled into a predictable pattern, comfortable and secure, but not very exciting.

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The best present I got this year is “Revenge,” by Ellen von Unwerth. It’s a book of black and white erotic photography, about orphaned girls who come to live with the Baroness, whose intentions are to enslave them. The girls, at first at the mercy of the maid and the chauffeur, break away and take revenge on their captors.It’s an exquisite book, employing classic erotic elements in the narrative: young women coming of age, servants, bondage and dominance. It’s incredibly erotic, but not explicit. It’s the height of fashion erotica, reminiscent of Andrew Blake’s soft porn videos in the 80s. The list of clothiers include Gucci, Jean-Paul Gaultier, Victoria’s Secret, Christian Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, Vivienne Westwood, among many more snooty names. “Revenge” satisfies the fashion slave in me, almost as much as it does the sex slave. It’s Vogue-gone-wild!!!

I attended a workshop led by Fetish Diva Midori at Good Vibrations. She is mesmerizing… Tonight’s event was all about “Aural Sex: Seduction by Voice and Erotic Story Telling.” She was our evening’s Sheherazade, seducing men and women for over two hours with her voice and imagination. She also teaches Japanese Rope Bondage all over the world. I have her book “The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage” and apparently the publishers have already sold out of this book. Fetish Diva Midori shares her experience having both been the bound and the bondage mistress.

I remember coming home with this book and various ropes - hemp, nylon, cotton. I was very impatient with the long process of preparing the hemp ropes. Jay oiled them and singed splinters off till it was smooth, warm and ready for my skin. This took weeks of preparation and anticipation. By the time the ropes were ready, I had totally forgotten about them. In the meantime we learned how to do rope bondage with cotton and nylon ropes.

So tonight when I dressed into a schoolgirl nerd, Jay surprised me by commanding me to bring the hemp ropes out of the drawer. I watched as he wrapped the thickest hemp rope around my torso, looping across my chest to squeeze my tiny tits into plump perkiness. Like the rope, I was tested. My nipples stung as he put them through the unbroken chopsticks and then the clothespins. I squeaked and squealed, before Jay pushed his smooth hard cock into my mouth, drowning my cries in gurgles. My head was swimming. All my blood seem to rush right to my twin points. Pretty soon I was reaching orgasm and needing penetration. Jay sensed my urgency and sank four of his craftsman’s digits inside my slippery hole. My euphoria electrified him and he exploded all over my bound welted breasts.

This morning we went to the home depot and bought more rope. Teetering in a tiny denim miniskirt that revealed the bottom of my ass, I picked out some manila rope. The shop boy stumbled about to cut it. I couldn’t wait to get my rope back home.

Jay prepared it all day. He boiled it, singed it and rubbed it with extra virgin olive oil. His back muscles rippled as he worked through the rope, softening the fibers. His fingers massaged the rope, making it ready for my skin. I couldn’t wait to feel the rope on my skin, an artist’s fingers touching my skin as he tucked and pulled.

The ropes weren’t ready yet. They have to sit overnight… Tonight he wrapped a harness around me with black synthetic rope. I love the contrast of black on my skin. Don’t you? Jay does too. He couldn’t keep his body off me, and I was powerless to resist. He fucked my mouth and my cunt, then came all over my face.