Silky

While it didn't offer an extreme bdsm breakthrough, it did deliver
a clear reminder of my submissiveness. The position was new to me as
well. It was early evening in my living room. Ron ordered me to strip
naked. He attached my collar and then helped me down,
making me lie flat on my back on the rug, near the table.
He folded my arms to my sides, such that each wrist was touching its shoulder,
my palms facing outward. Using leather straps, he secured my stressed arms in this position,
each leather strap was tightly secured around one wrist and upper arm, holding them bounded together.
Next, he went on to my legs. They were secured folded in a similar fashion,
with a longer leather belt encircling each leg around the ankle and upper thigh.
In the mirror he held for me my position reminded me of a naked frog.
Ron then attached the collar with a short chain to the table's leg,
making sure i was not going anywhere.
He ordered me to keep my legs wide open for the whole duration or else...
i didn't dare disobeying him, being bound like this.
He then sat in the love seat, asked me about my day, my weekend plans,
as if this was an ordinary plain chat. As i was becoming highly
aroused and preoccupied, i made quite a poor conversation partner.
Ron didn't touch me all that time. Looking at him you could never
tell there is a bound, naked and exposed steaming girl lying at his feet.
This innocent chat was like a powerful foreplay for me and provided more stimulation than i could handle.
When i couldn't take it any longer i interrupted him, begging him to make love to me.
Ron looked both amused and pleased. He had me right then and there, no additional
teasing for me. He then left me to cool off for a while before finally releasing me.
It was a satisfying experience, especially after Ron's comment about me being a hopeless, irrecoverable subbie.
(coming from him, its more than a compliment for me)