Gemma binds you and makes you cum.

Gemma looks at you and smiles as she sees you've obeyed her and lie ready to be tied. She has what appears to be the cord belts from pyjamas or dressing gowns looped in her hand. She has stripped completely and stands at the doorway for a few heartbeats allowing you to drink in the sight of her naked.

"Like what you see Doe?" She asks.

"Yes Gemma." You reply meekly.

Gemma's body is lean and boyish, lacking the generous curves that you have in your current form. Her breasts are much smaller than your own, but firm with large dark nipples that jut upward stiffly. Her body has toned defined muscle, but not to the **** that you'd class as butch. You peek shyly at her crotch from beneath your fringe of light blonde hair. Gemma's mons is shaven or waxed completely smooth. Her labia is dark brown, like chocolate with just a hint of pink between her thin lips where they curl slightly open.

"I didn't think you'd leave." Gemma says softly. "I could see inside that this was what you wanted and needed."

Gemma comes closer and trails the dangling end of the silky nylon cords up the inside of your leg. You shiver at their touch and swallow. The tassled ends trail between your legs and over your pussylips, making your vagina clench in reflex. They progress across your belly and over the curve of your breast, which is rising and falling with the quickness of your breath. Gemma circles your nipple with the tassles and you feel the already swelling buds stiffen under the light touch. Gemma seperates the three cords that she holds and leans over you.

"Lift you hands with the palms together." Gemma orders.

You automatically do as you're told and Gemma binds your wrists. She wraps one end around the upper rail of the headboard and pulls. Your hands are drawn up to the headboard by the cord and Gemma fastens them in place.

"Not too tight?" Gemma asks. "I want you to be helpless, not injured."

You shake your head and manage a smile, too excited to speak. Gemma circles to the foot of the bed and knots a cord around each of your ankles. Then she squats down out of your sight as she loops the cords around the feet of the bed. You feel her tighten the cords, your already spread legs are pulled further apart leaving you exposed and unable to do little more than squirm.

"God you look beautiful like this Doe." Gemma tells you after standing and admiring your spreadeagled bound body.

She lies down on the bed at your side and presses her warm body against yours. You let out a sigh as you feel her flesh against yours. Her hand crosses your flat belly and you feel her fingers on your sex. She teases your lips with her fingertips, making your hips buck upwards offering your cunt eagerly.

"The ropes and the submission excite you don't they?" Gemma asks. "You feel the thrill from obediance as much as I do from receiving your obediance?"

You nod and try to answer yes, but barely a squeak comes from your throat. Gemma has pushed her fingers into you as she spoke. This is the first time that your pussy has had anyones touch other than your own. You try to judge by the feeling of her knuckles slipping past the velvet lips how many fingers your lover has inside you. You think that it's three, but you were so wet and ready that her penetration was smooth and easy.

"Ooooh Gemma." You moan, finding your voice at last. "Fuck me please."

Gemma thrusts her fingers hard up your greedy cunt making you moan with lust. She stares avidly at your face as her fingers ram in and out of your body. You pull at the cords binding you, delighting in the feel of them on your wrists and ankles. Gemma fingerfucks you fast and hard, seeming to know better than you do yourself what will excite you the most. Within seconds you're panting as you bounce your crotch up to meet the thrusts of Gemma's fingers.

"Oh yes, it's good. That's it." You gabble, feeling the coming orgasm build more quickly than you thought was possible. "Just like that, oh...OHH...OHHHH...AAHHHHH..FUCK..OHHH..YES."

Your pussy spasms and an awesome wave of relief floods through you as Gemma brings you to orgasm. Your body arches upward, pulling the cords delightfully tight against your limbs. The climax seems to last a lifetime before you subside back down onto the bed with your mouth wide open in blissful surprise at the intensity with which you orgasmed.