Fucking His Plastic Wrapped Girl

Fucking His Plastic Wrapped GirlWrapping me in plastic was a new idea. It was a kind of bondage we hadn’t really tried before. I got naked and held the end of the wrap between my arm and my body, and then he had me slowly spin around in little shuffling steps while he held the roll vertically and wound wide swathes around me. The layers built up, covering me from shoulder to thigh.

After cutting the roll free he proceeded to playfully slap my bum. Spanking through plastic wrap took away some of the surface sting and let me feel the breadth of his hand contacting me, but the impact into my flesh was more noticeable and it felt more thuddy. James spread the slaps over my body, and I realised that I couldn’t do anything at all with my hands or arms. Nothing. I was quite helpless.

He pushed me onto the bed and I went down in a controlled way. James was inspired to wrap me up more, but this time the focus was lower, to immobilise my legs. Now I was really starting to feel restrained. Once those layers were done he used the safety scissors to cut the roll free again.

Slap slap slap all over. Damn it stung when he got the backs of my thighs. Twisting and rolling and bending my knees were about the only things I could do, and eventually I wound up in his lap. He found a gap between the back two sections, just at the level of my cunt, and his fingers discovered that I was wet and ready for sex.

But James had other ideas. He picked up the scissors again and made a hole just over my right nipple. I know that my nipples are generous, but having it burst through the plastic like that made it look obscenely large. It was there for ease of access, for him to caress or twist or pinch. I was ready for him to bring the other one out, but he didn’t. That absence of symmetry fucks with my head.

He announced that it was time to fuck, so he cut the wrap off my legs and positioned me on my knees. He loves fucking with me on top, and this time was no exception. I had little in the way of balance so he helped me by using my hair as a handle, controlling how I moved and how deep he was within me. I fucked him as well as I could, using my thighs until they hurt, and then until they couldn’t move at all. He tightened his grip and lifted me up and down; then he pushed me down onto his cock and rocked my body back and forth, dragging the head of his cock across my cervix. He was getting an extra workout by fucking his plastic wrapped girl toy.

After we had both come he encouraged me to try to get out on my own. I loved the challenge: I wanted to know how hard it would be. How helpless was I, really? Could I escape or was I actually stuck? I started off by puncturing a few holes with my thumbs where the layers weren’t too thick, but then then made a mistake. I tried to pull too quickly, which bunched it up into strands that I couldn’t break. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me.

I asked James for help and he cut me out in seconds, but as soon as I was freed I felt a tinge of sadness. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with bondage, and with being seriously immobilised. I’d like to explore more of being really helpless like that…

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