Good Morning, Love.

I woke from a touch on my wrists. Shaking off the sleep, I realized: it was more than a touch. Bina had bound my wrists together in a double-column tie. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”
I nodded and leaned in to kiss her. But she shook her head.
“Not yet, Fi, not yet.”
I smiled—like an idiot, I told myself—and felt the first contractions in my vagina.
Bina took the end of the rope she had used on my wrists and tied it to one of the suspension points on our ceiling, pulling me into a kneeling position. She pushed my knees apart, forcing me to show my vulva. In a disobedient mood, I moved my knees together, trying to hide my private parts. Bina exhaled audibly. She spanked each of my cheeks once and chuckled when I moaned. She pushed one of her knees between mine, forcing me to open up again. She tenderly stroked my bottom, trailed the insides of my left thigh with her index finger. When she reached my knee, she trailed her way back up on my right thigh. She caressed my labia and I shuddered. Just for a second, she dipped her finger into my yoni and I moaned again. Facing me, she spanked me again, a few quick blows to each of my cheeks. When she raised her brow again, I knew she had changed her plan.
She pulled on my ankles and brought me into an awkward, uncomfortable position with my calves still touching the bed sheet, but the rest of my body suspended. She used a new rope to bind my breasts in a harness and attached it to another suspension point, pulling my upper body further up and reducing the strain on my arms. Beginning at my left ankle, she tied a rope around my leg and pulled it up to another suspension point as well. I understood what she did: I wouldn’t be able to be disobedient anymore. My yoni was open to her gaze and to her touch. I felt further contractions in my vagina.
Bina got up.
“I’ll quickly have a coffee.” She smirked. “Hang in there,” she added and was gone.
Openmouthed, I stared at the closed door. Was she serious?

After a while, Bina returned. She smelled of coffee. I stared at her, but she remained silent. She stroked my body, slowly, and admired her work. I could sense that she was satisfied with herself and kept still. She cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples until I started moaning again. She spanked me until my cheeks were red—I could feel the burning heat of my tush.
She came back to my head. She turned my head and I looked at her vulva. She forced me against her and I began licking and sucking her labia and her button. When Bina moaned, I pushed my tongue into her yoni, pulled it out again, licked her labia. When I reached her button again and circled it once, she pressed my head closer to her private parts. I concentrated my efforts on her clitoris until Bina came with a moan. Shivering, she bowed down, put a hand on my cheek, and kissed me.
Her hands slowly stroked my body. She slid first one, then two fingers into my vagina and I pressed against them. With her fingers in me, Bina spanked me a few more times. I shuddered—I needed to come.
“Bina, please …”
She seemed to feel gracious now—she didn’t let me suffer anymore. She pressed her thumb on my sweet spot. She circled it, while still having her fingers inside me and spanking me from time to time, until I came with a sigh.