Amy's New Spreader Bar

The heavy weight and sharp sound of metal-on-metal excites me. Ever since Eric bought my new chrome spreader bar, I've snuck looks at it and secretly held it, wondering when and how he will first use it on me. Will I be locked in it on my back with my ankles above my head? Standing and bent over at the waist? Maybe face down in the pillows with my arms secured to the headboard. I try to imagine all the ways in which I might be taken. I want to know. I stand now before him, trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate before he locks my ankles into the stainless steel stocks and puts me into some off-balance position for his taking. I used to think that the point of a spreader bar was to keep my legs open, giving him easy access to me in a view that made his cock hard. Placing me in a position that?s a combination of arousing for him and almanbahis submissive for me. I am open and ready for that. Ready for him to bind me, to stare at me, to fuck me. I am ready to be controlled. I'm ready to be helpless. Eric takes the bar from my hands and firmly pushes me face down onto a padded bench at the foot of the bed. He steps over me and spreads my legs wide with his knees before locking one of my tiny ankles into each stock. One by one, he guides each of my wrists downward, placing my arms at my sides, until they too find themselves locked in securely next to each ankle. Every muscle in my legs and back strain, my face is buried in the bench and my ass is high in the air. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no matter how tired almanbahis yeni giriş my muscles may become. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still ? hold me stable ? while he fucks me. There?s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me. I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and knowing that the only reason I?m upright still is that he?s got a fistful of my hair.Eric walks to the other end of the bench. He pulls my head up and inserts the full, satisfying length of his cock into my throat, right down to the base so I choke. He holds me there for just as long as I can take with my wrists and ankles still restrained so I can?t move away. He holds me on him until my eyes almanbahis giriş water and he allows me to pull my head back ? spluttering, drooling and covering the bench with wet saliva. His fist full of hair is all that keeps me from falling over off the side of the bench. He enjoys me more slowly now. Holding me in just the right position, so I can wet just the tip of his cock. Licking around the head, my bunched hair clenched in his hand and the backs of my knees starting to sweat. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall ? anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I?m teetering on the brink of collapse. My muscles tense, my cunt tightens, my knees ache. He likes my weakness, I think.