SWITCHING PLACES LEADS TO BETTER BONDAGE FOR BOTH

“You want to do what?” I looked at my wife in utter amazement as Jeanne repeated her request, this time more slowly, as though I really hadn’t heard the first time.

“I want to tie you up,” she said again, and I shook my head in wonder. We had been playing around with bondage for years, but she’d always been the one who’d been bound. Never had she shown any interest in switching roles, even when I’d suggested it. Apparently, however, she had changed her mind.

“I just want to see how it feels,” she continued. “You know, the power. Besides, I think you should see what it’s like in my shoes.” My cock was beginning to stiffen at the thought of being tied up and fucked by my sexy wife, so I quickly agreed to her idea. But when I went to the closet to pull out our gear, she stopped me.

“Remember, I’m the one in control.” Jeanne was right, and I waited to see what she would do. “Undress,” she commanded, and my cock twitched at the stern tone of her voice. Then, after I’d stripped off my clothes, she told me to lie on the bed on my back. Going to our walk in closet, she rummaged around for a moment or so and finally returned with a shopping bag that was practically bursting at the seams. I reached out to see what was inside, but she slapped my hand away. “Patience,” she said, and then said with a laugh, “though it’s not like you’ll be able to use those hands for long.” Pulling one of my arms up over my head, she took out some rope and began wrapping it around my wrist.

I was finding it increasingly difficult to just watch. “That’s not how . . . ” I started to say, but Jeanne hushed me. “I just . . . ” I tried again.

“It seems we are going to need this,” she announced, pulling our ball gag from the bag. “I wasn’t sure.” She let go of my wrist and had me open my mouth. Then she placed the rubber ball between my teeth and buckled the straps around my head to silence me. I tried to talk, but the only noises I could make were strangled grunts and groans.

Jeanne continued with her work, uninterrupted. She finished wrapping the rope around my wrist and secured it to the bedpost. Then she did the same with my other arm, as well as both my legs. Even without my help, she did a good, thorough job obviously, she’d been practicing her knots. I tested my bonds and found them tight and secure.

I figured that I was now fully restrained, but then Jeanne pulled another item from her bag. It was a cockring. I had seen them before, in stores and online, but I’d never tried one for myself. Where had she gotten that? I wondered, and just how long had she been planning this? My body tensed as she buckled the black leather strap tightly around my cock and balls. Not only wasn’t I going anywhere, I wasn’t going to be coming, either!

Jeanne took a step back to survey her work. I could tell by the way that she was struggling to hold back a smile that she was pleased and extremely proud of what she’d done. Having been in her position numerous times, I knew exactly what she was feeling. I thought about how she looked wearing only a garter belt and seamed nylons, positioned on her knees, her arms stretched high above her head and secured to a closet rod. We came up with that scene in a hotel room when we discovered the headboard on the bed was solid wood, thus putting a momentary damper on our romantic weekend. Then my dick throbbed as I pictured the look in her green eyes in the last seconds before I covered them with a blindfold, or the way her legs spread willingly so I could attach the cuffs of a spreader bar to her ankles. Being restrained really turned Jeanne on, and I was beginning to understand why.

Jeanne interrupted my reverie by flicking at my erection with her finger. It bobbed up and down, the strip of leather around the base ensuring that it couldn’t do much else. I moaned around my gag, though what I really wanted to do was beg my wife to get on with it and fuck me. I badly needed release, and I probably would have come at that moment if my cock and balls had not been so tightly bound. Of course, that’s why she’d bought the ring.

It was Jeanne’s turn to undress, which only worsened my agitated state. Her ass swayed as she walked across the room to put away her clothes, and her small, firm breasts bounced enticingly on the trip back. Her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and I longed to reach out and stroke it but I couldn’t. All I could do was pull at the ropes that held my wrists tight. This was beginning to frustrate me. Then, to make matters worse, she stood beside the bed and began running her fingertips over her nipples and down to play with her cunt. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she continued to tease me, and it soon turned into a highly erotic groan. I groaned, too, but the ball gag muffled the sound.

I watched as Jeanne reached a small climax that made her tremble. Now she was ready for more, and she climbed onto the bed to straddle my bound body and then inched down until my cockhead was wedged between her pussy lips. I thrust my hips upward, trying to slip inside, but she deftly moved out of the way. Putting both her hands on my stomach, she pressed me into the mattress. “I’m in control, remember?” I nodded and tried to apologize with a meaningful look, but it didn’t work. “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to sway me,” she said while reaching into the nightstand drawer. A second later, the world went black as a blindfold was placed over my eyes.

Jeanne was ready to ride. Normally when she’s on top, I hold onto her hips to guide her movements in the rhythm that I like. Obviously, I couldn’t do that now. And I usually suck her nipples as her tits bounce over my face, but that was impossible, too. All I could suck was the rubber ball in my mouth. Even my orgasm was at Jeanne’s mercy. I couldn’t even see what was going on, though I did learn that being blindfolded heightened my other senses. I could really feel the sponginess of her vaginal walls grasping at my dick, and her fingers pinching my nipples sent shock waves through my body like I’d never experienced before. Unable to do much else, I zeroed in on that it was amazing how concentrating on the little things can effect the total experience!

The load in my balls started to boil and I felt ready to explode, but with the cockring still holding me tight that wasn’t going to happen until my wife said so. She seemed excited, too, and began riding me even faster. Her ass slapped against my thighs each time her body crashed down, and she was panting hard. I imagined that she was pinching her nipples as she rode my dick, or maybe even fingering her clit, anything to bring herself to orgasm.

Just then, Jeanne’s pussy muscles tightened around my shaft and she let out a noise I’d never heard before, something between a whimper and a cry, but not really either one. Her cunt milked my shaft for long, wonderful moments, and I would have joined her in orgasm if I’d been able to, shooting my cream deep into her body.

I got my chance to do just that when she undid the buckle of my cock restraint and released me so that I could come, too. I have never felt as much joy as I did at the moment I was finally able to completely let go. I came so hard that I thought the spasms might never stop, and Jeanne continued riding me throughout my orgasm. The load of come I sent splashing into her was so huge that I could feel it dripping from her pussy back down my cock to finally pool in my pubic hair and around my balls.

Jeanne climbed off me then and I thought that our session was over, but I was wrong. The smell of sex grew stronger as I felt the bed shift beneath me, and then her thighs were pressed up against my ears. Removing the ball gag from my mouth, she said, “Eat me,” and lowered her cunt to my face.

I stuck out my tongue and made contact with her slippery wet folds. This was the first time I’d eaten her pussy after I’d come. The taste was familiar, because I was no stranger to her tangy juices, but it was also strange, now mixed with the muskiness of my come. I licked and sucked with true gusto, enjoying every drop as she squealed and writhed on top of me, her cunt often slipping from my mouth. I wanted to hold her steady so I could clean her pussy as thoroughly as possible, so I tested my bonds again. They still held tight. Damn, I thought to myself as the rope once again burned my wrists.

Jeanne came soon anyway. “Oh, yes!” she cried as I brought her to orgasm by sucking her clit between my teeth and gnawing at it until she couldn’t take it anymore. Fresh juices flowed over my tongue and I swallowed them down. Then she climbed off my face and walked away, to the bathroom, from the sounds of it, and I waited for her return.

Jeanne eventually untied me and asked me how I was feeling. I thought about my slightly chafed wrists and the way my cock had throbbed relentlessly when it had been bound with the leather strap. I told her that I loved her and I was glad we had tried this, but I thought I liked doing things the other way even better. She said she felt the same way, though we agreed that it had been fun to switch places for a while.

Mr. Malcolm K., Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania

SURPRISE PLEASURE FOR WIFE WHO WANTS TO BE AT THE MERCY OF ANOTHER WOMAN

When Leslie and I met, we fell quickly and deeply in love. We were married soon after, and as the years flew by, we grew ever closer. Everything was great, including our sex life, which never flagged. In fact, it only got better as we started incorporating new things, such as toys and bondage. Then one night, Leslie had a new request.

“I ve always fantasized about being with another woman,” she began. My cock hardened and I was about to tell her she had my blessing, but Leslie wasn t done.

“It s not just that. I want to be tied up. I want to be helpless before her as she makes me do whatever she wants. And,” she added more slowly, “I want you to be there, too, controlling me.”

This was a huge turn on, but I was surprised that Leslie wanted to share this intimate part of our lifestyle with another person. But I wasn t against it, and an image flashed through my mind. It was Leslie, tied spread eagled to a bed as another woman and I ravished her body. A spark of real passion overcame me and I kissed my wife with everything I had. When we broke apart, I spoke.

“Give me a couple days to put this together. I m going to make your dreams come true.”

Finding the right woman took some pondering, but I came up with someone who might be interested. Kim was a friend of mine from college who didn t make any effort to hide her bisexuality, nor her penchant for trying new things. I called her and asked if she would meet me for a drink after work.

When I outlined my idea, Kim was very excited and even suggested we take things up a notch and try some more serious bondage. I hadn t realized how much Kim was into this, and even though she d never met Leslie, I agreed to let her lead the way. We left the bar and headed to a local sex shop.

Kim showed me an item that she called an arm binder. It looked like a thin, tapered corset, closed at the bottom by a small pouch and open at the top, with laces that ran all the way up the back. She demonstrated how Leslie s hands would fit into the pouch and then the leather would be pulled nearly to her armpits and laced with varying degrees of tightness. At the top were two straps that would be secured over Leslie s chest, making it totally impossible for her to wriggle free. It was expensive, but my wife was worth it. I thanked Kim for her help, and we made a date for that Friday.

When Leslie got home on Friday, I gave her a kiss and sent her to the bedroom to put on what I d laid out on the bed. She smiled at the surprise, and when she returned, she looked stunning, dressed only in a black chemise and a pair of high heels. I stared at her for several seconds, then spoke.

“Put your hands behind you.” She did as asked, and I grabbed the binder from behind the couch. I slid it up over her arms as she looked over her shoulder, trying to see what I was doing. Once it was in place, I laced it taut, hearing her sharp intake of breath as I finished. Then each strap at the top went over one shoulder, across her chest and back under the opposite shoulder. Once I was finished, I asked her to test her bondage. She tugged for a couple of seconds before declaring it secure.

I turned Leslie to face me and kissed her. The power and control that I had over her body was an aphrodisiac. She looked beautiful, her shoulders back and her breasts thrust out. Stepping back, I told her to sit down on the couch. As she did, I picked up the blindfold and pulled it over her eyes so that she couldn t see. She seemed to enjoy being tied and blindfolded, her breathing growing heavier. Then I told her to wait for her next surprise.

I raced to the front door, and as planned, Kim was sitting in her car in the driveway. When she saw me open the door, she jumped out and walked into the house, wearing a long coat. I took it from her and gaped at her outfit. Completely in black, she wore a bustier that left most of her large breasts uncovered, elbow length fingerless gloves, a tiny thong and stiletto heels. Her red nails contrasted with her blonde hair, pale skin and the black garments.

We walked to the couch where I d left Leslie, Kim behind me. Leslie s head turned as we neared, but she didn t seem to suspect that I wasn t alone. I helped her to her feet again and stood behind her. With a pair of scissors, I clipped the thin straps of the chemise, allowing the fabric to fall away from her bound figure. As I kissed her ear and neck, I could feel her arms wiggling as she tried to stroke my cock through my pants. She couldn t the leather binder kept her hands secure.

Kim walked slowly in front of Leslie. I cupped each of my wife s breasts and kissed her neck to make sure she knew where my mouth was. Kim leaned forward and began to suck Leslie s left nipple. Leslie let out a satisfied groan and ground against me. Kim grew bolder and pinched Leslie s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. My hands slid down her body, and when they reached her pubic hair, I could feel her wetness.

Kim switched back and forth between Leslie s nipples, biting them. I moved aside as she began to kiss her way up Leslie s chest, and soon she was kissing her deeply, letting her hands roam over my wife s beautiful ass. I removed my clothes as I watched, completely absorbed in the spectacle before me. It was intensely erotic to watch Leslie kissing another beautiful woman and at the mercy of her scantily clad captor. I began to stroke my cock.

Kim pulled off Leslie s blindfold and she stared at the strange woman standing before her. There was no fear in her face, only passion, as Kim touched her cheek. “Leslie,” she said sensually, “I m Kim. Now it s time for you to come with us.” We each took an arm and led my wife to the bedroom. Kim helped Leslie kneel facing the bed and then removed her bustier and thong. Kim s shaved cunt glistened with moisture, showing that the scene was affecting her as well.

Putting her legs on either side of my wife s head, Kim stroked her hair. “Leslie, I want you to please me with your mouth.” She leaned forward and pushed her nipple between my wife s slightly parted lips. Hungry for the nipple, Leslie licked it, then took it into her mouth and sucked hard. Kim held her head and directed her to switch back and forth several times, all the while moaning and grinding her hips. I moved behind Leslie and gripped her tightly, one hand roaming over her breasts and the other at her soaking wet crotch. Leslie tried to hump back against me, but could do little more than push her ass against my erection. My hand left her cunt and I squeezed both nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Then Kim pushed Leslie s head down in between her legs.

I watched as Leslie s tongue lashed out at Kim s cunt, causing her to emit guttural moans and curse softly. I encouraged my wife, my words seeming to spur her on. Kim s hips went into overdrive and she threw back her head, crying out as an orgasm struck her. She kept Leslie s face pushed into her crotch until she had exhausted herself, sagging back onto the mattress.

I continued twisting and pinching Leslie s nipples, keeping her on the edge of arousal. She turned her head and our mouths met, and I could taste Kim s juices. The kiss lasted for several minutes, and I heard the leather squeaking as Leslie strained to get her hands free.

Kim finally stirred and motioned me away from my wife. Then we helped Leslie to her feet and onto the bed on her knees. I sat in front of Leslie. My erection sprang out from my stomach and she eyed it hungrily with a desperate look in her eyes. Kim knelt beside her and pulled her head to the side, looking into her eyes.

“Leslie,” she asked, “do you want Howard s cock?” Leslie nodded. “We ll let you have it in your mouth.” I could see that Leslie was disappointed and wanted me inside her. But her disappointment didn t last long, because Kim quickly crawled to the foot of the bed and slid under my wife s hips. She didn t start eating her immediately, though. A gentle smack on the ass indicted to Leslie that she was to bend forward and suck my cock, which she did with gusto. Only then did I see Kim s tongue snake out and make contact with my wife s clit.

Leslie moaned, and her mouth seemed to open wider as she swallowed my cock all the way to the base. The pleasure coursed up from my penis into my body and I gasped. I could see the muscles in Leslie s upper arms flexing as she tried to fight the binder, and I saw Kim s hands kneading my wife s asscheeks as she feasted on her pussy.

That image enhanced the feel of Leslie s lips sealed around my prick, and I came so hard I had to dig my heels into the mattress. Leslie groaned and sucked even harder, swallowing all of my come and trying to suck more out of me. Seconds later, Leslie screamed around my cock and pressed against Kim s face with her hips, humping up and down as she came. Her frenzied orgasm made her mouth go wild and helped sustain my climax. Kim kept eating my wife s cunt as she continued sucking my cock, and we both came for what seemed like forever. Finally, our bodies were so completely exhausted that we simply had to stop.

I managed to pull Leslie back up to a kneeling position as Kim climbed out from under her. She was panting, her eyes closed, her face sweaty and flushed. Kim grabbed her undergarments and said, “I think I ll leave you two alone now.” I thanked her profusely and she kissed me gently on the cheek. She left the room and, a minute later, I heard our front door close.

Leslie s breathing slowly returned to normal and her eyes opened. We looked at each other, still too tired to do much else. Then I removed the binder and we collapsed onto the bed in each other s arms.

Mr. Howard K., Boston, Massachusetts

Happy Hour

“I need a drink!” I called out, slamming the door to the garage behind me as I entered our large kitchen. Jill was preparing dinner, and she smiled at my anguish as I tore off my tie and tossed it on the table.

“Tough day, darling?” she sympathized.

“Extremely,” I sighed, draping my jacket over the railing to the back stairway. I poured myself a stiff shot of Glenlivet and then dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs. I told my wife just how tough it had been and as I did, she came over and hugged me from behind, wrapping me in her soft, warm arms.

“Perhaps you need something to help you unwind,” she said. “You’ve been making tough decisions all day. It might help if you relinquished some of that stern authority for a few hours.”

I brightened and agreed with her immediately, knowing full well what Jill was suggesting. As she kissed my neck and bit my ear, I felt my cock harden in anticipation.

After dinner we turned out all the downstairs lights and went upstairs. I showered as Jill prepared the bedroom, and herself. When I toweled off and walked out of the bathroom, everything was waiting for me. Soft music played on the stereo, and the walls were bathed in flickering orange light from the assortment of candles she had positioned around the room. A fire was also glowing warmly in the fireplace, and the drapes were drawn and closed tightly.

“So here we are, darling,” Jill grinned seductively. “Time to play.”

I walked over to the bed, dropping the towel on the floor. Naked, my cock already stiffening, I crawled onto the sheets and assumed the submissive posture required and expected of me. My arms were spread, as were my legs, and when Jill wrapped the black leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and then clamped them to the bed I sighed, feeling the excitement of being helpless.

“Perfect,” Jill mused, staring at me. She was wearing her “mistress” costume, the one we’d purchased from a web site specializing in erotic lingerie. The teddy was made of black spandex with a daring neckline that exposed large portions of her abundant breasts, and the French cut legs accentuated her shapely hips. She wore black fishnet stockings attached to the garment’s garters, and between the black teddy and the tops of the stockings, a wide expanse of flesh was on display. She was no longer Jill, the homemaker, but Jill the dominatrice, my mistress for the evening.

“Can you move?” she asked softly.

I tried, struggling against the bonds. “No,” I replied, aware of my cock’s growing hardness. Jill gently dragged the top of her riding crop over it and chuckled as she slapped it softly.

“Bad boy,” she teased. “Showing everyone your hard cock like that. I think you need to be punished, don’t you?”

“Probably,” I panted, enjoying the stinging slaps of the crop landing on my thighs. I looked at Jill, and her cheeks were flushed. She enjoys our games as much as I do, maybe more, and when she slapped my cock I began to writhe and immediately felt the leather cuffs chafing against my wrists and ankles as I involuntarily pulled at my bonds.

“Too hard, baby?” she asked, slapping my cock again.

“No,” I sighed, settling back down onto the mattress.

Jill put down the crop and crawled on the bed to grasp my cock in her leather driving gloves, the sensation of the rough material exciting my tender flesh. She squeezed me, and I felt a dollop of pre come seep out as she jerked my cock up and down a few times. Smiling at me, she lowered her head and began to lick my thighs and my balls, everywhere but my cock. I tried to guide my erection into her mouth by thrusting my hips upward, but she eluded me. She knew how badly I wanted to grab her head and hold it there until I came, which made this game all the more fun for her. Seeing the crazed look on my face, Jill finally relented and took my length down her throat.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling the need to come growing stronger as she sucked me. She looked up and gave me a wink.

“You like?” she teased, squeezing my balls, the leather coarse against my hot flesh. Then she lowered her mouth onto my cock again.

“Yes!” I hissed, pumping my hips up off the mattress, trying to get more of my dick into her mouth.

Jill withdrew instead of allowing me that simple pleasure, and my cock fell from between her lips onto my stomach. I watched as she crawled up and unsnapped the crotch of her teddy, touching herself as she looked at me. Then she straddled my hard cock and lowered herself onto it.

Jill moaned as my shaft filled her. I wanted to help her, to guide her movements with my hands, but the restraints didn’t allow it. So instead, I did the best I could, moving my hips up off the bed toward her as we fucked. Each time I tried to lunge deeper into her cunt, she’d pull back, teasing me, giving me just enough time to keep me rock hard, but not enough to allow me to come.

We fucked like that for a long time before Jill began to masturbate. I knew she was close to orgasm, and when she lowered herself onto my cock again, we began to move rhythmically together. Then finally, blissfully, we were coming, both of us at the same time. God it was wonderful, such a complete release of tension. My cream shot into her pussy, which milked me of every drop.

We lay together like that for a long time. Then Jill looked at me and gave me a devilish grin that could only mean one thing.

Neither of us spoke as she slowly moved up my body, dragging her wet cunt across my belly and then my chest, until finally she approached my face. She gazed into my eyes with such obvious craving that I didn’t try to stop her. Not that I could have anyway, restrained as I was. Not that I even wanted to.

“Eat me, slave,” she growled, moving over my mouth and lowering her come filled pussy to my lips. She was masturbating again, and when I did as she asked I could taste myself, as well as her cunt, as she rubbed herself back and forth across my lips. I felt myself becoming excited again, and when she began talking to me, suggesting all kinds of nasty things, my cock stiffened once more.

“Can you taste his come, Ted? Can you? Can you feel the mess my lover made when he fucked me today?” Jill demanded. On and on the fantasy dialogue continued, which she kept up through two more orgasms. When she was finished, she climbed off me and slumped back down to the mattress. Turning to face my throbbing cock, she stroked it with her gloved hand until I, too, reached climax again, my come spurting onto my stomach. We kissed as she undid my wrist cuffs, and then she uncuffed my ankles and massaged my flesh where the leather had rubbed. She was right I was much more relaxed than when I had gotten home from work.

However, the very next evening, a Friday, I was once again stressed out from work. I desperately wished Jill would offer me another session like the one we’d had the night before, but I was afraid to ask her since we had never done it two nights in a row.

But my wife was full of surprises. As if able to read my mind, that night after dinner she once again asked if I’d be willing to let her tie me up. I immediately said that I would, and hand in hand we walked upstairs again. This time two things were different. Jill insisted that I wear one of our sleep masks over my eyes, and then after I had been restrained, she excused herself and said she would be back in a few minutes, that was something I couldn’t recall her doing before.

As I waited for my wife to return, I tried to imagine what she could possibly have in store for me. Knowing Jill, the possibilities were endless. Lying there naked like that, blindfolded and restrained, my legs and arms spread wide as all sorts of naughty scenarios raced through my mind, it wasn’t long before I had a raging hard on.

Finally, the bedroom door opened and I heard Jill walk in quietly. I heard a series of rustling noises before she walked over to where I was tied.

“I was wondering where you were,” I said. “What kept you, darling?”

“Your surprise,” she replied. Then, “Didn’t I tell you he had a big cock?”

“Amazing,” I heard another voice whisper. “You’re a very lucky woman.”

My God! Who was it? I racked my brain trying to recognize the woman’s voice. It sounded very familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. Aside from that, I was quite pleased. Jill and I had fantasized about doing this, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined her actually inviting someone else to play our bondage game. To allow another woman to see me naked, tied, blindfolded and erect, well, it was incredible! My stomach filled with fluttering sensations, and when I felt someone crawl onto the bed beside me I wondered if it was Jill or the mystery woman.

“Go on, touch it,” I heard my wife say, and instantly I felt a small, warm hand encircling my hard cock, squeezing me gently.

“Now, suck it,” Jill commanded, and I felt a soft pair of lips slide down over the crown. Her tongue licked across the tiny opening and I twitched violently.

“I think he likes it,” Jill said. “Why don’t you fuck him? He loves that, and he’s very good.” Jill’s voice was quivering now, clearly as excited by this as I was.

The lips slid off my cock and then I sensed movement on the bed as the woman repositioned herself on top of me. I could tell Jill was hovering over my face, because it was her familiar fragrance that flared my nostrils as the two women whispered to each other while moving into position.

“Now,” Jill said, and I felt my cock sliding inside a soaking wet pussy just as Jill’s cunt descended onto my lips.

The sensations were excruciatingly delicious. I was smelling, tasting and fucking two wonderful pussies at the same time, wondering, but not really caring, who the other woman was as she slowly moved up and down on my cock, gripping me with her tight inner muscles.

“God, he’s big!” I heard her exclaim. Jill laughed softly, proudly, I thought and I sensed her leaning forward, toward the other woman. I heard the woman sigh, and then I heard what sounded like kissing. They were both making little mewing sounds as one slid back and forth across my lips and tongue while the other moved up and down on my cock. This was extraordinary, far beyond the best sex I’d ever had, and I could hardly believe my good fortune.

“Trade places with me,” I heard Jill suggest, and then she was moving off my face while the other woman lifted herself from my cock.

“I have to taste myself on him first,” I heard the stranger say. Once again she wrapped her lips around my dick, sucking her essence from my skin before assuming the position above my face where my wife had been moments before.

And then I was eating this other woman, whoever she was, while Jill slid down on me, fucking me while the two kissed once again. There was no doubt they were kissing this time because, as I heard Jill asking the woman for it. We were all kissing and fucking and sucking, and even if I had wanted it to stop which, of course, I didn’t there was nothing I could do about it, tied up as I was with these two sexy women in control.

When I was about to come Jill sensed it. She withdrew from me immediately and asked the other woman to help finish me off. The stranger climbed off my face and I felt Jill crawl up next to me, leaving my cock throbbing and twitching in the absence of the warm caress of her cunt.

Jill kissed me and then removed the mask from my eyes. Looking up, stunned, I recognized Heidi, our beautiful neighbor from just up the street. She was naked, and as I watched, the two women crawled down next to my cock and began taking turns sucking it, massaging my balls and licking me everywhere until I was on the threshold of my orgasm.

I lifted my hips up, feeling as though my insides were being ripped from my body as an enormous spurt of come flew from the end of my cock to splash onto my stomach. The two women continued to masturbate me as another rope of cream shot forth and landed almost on my face, so intense was the force of my ejaculation.

Jill untied me then and Heidi snuggled into my arms, her back against my chest, my hands on her breasts. She asked if I’d had a good time, and I said that every moment had been wonderful. In fact, my cock was tingling with excitement again as my wife got into bed with us, her breasts pressed against my back. I looked around and she smiled at me, her eyes dreamy, glazed with obvious pleasure. I slid into Heidi with my rejuvenated erection and we all fucked once again, though this time I had the use of my hands to bring both women to climax, and without the blindfold I would see the looks of ecstasy on their faces.

Afterward, when Heidi had gone home, Jill and I lay in bed together, discussing what an incredibly exciting evening it had been for us both. Since that night, things have gotten much better at work, but Heidi, Jill and I still get together frequently. It’s an arrangement we all enjoy immensely, and one we hope to continue for a very long time.

CATCH OF THE DAY BIKINIED BEAUTY TIED TO FIGHTING CHAIR LOVES HER SEAMAN

Darla and I woke up that morning to tropical breezes and I decided it was the perfect day to take my wife out on our new boat, ostensibly to fish. I told Darla to pack the sunscreen, and she quickly donned the tiniest of thong bikinis.

Once on the boat, we cruised out to fishing waters and found a lovely spot to drop anchor. Sailboats and other fishing boats dotted the sea, but they were a good distance from us. Turning to my sexy first mate, I suggested she take off her suit so that she wouldn’t have any tan lines. As my wife loves to be naked, I was not at all surprised when she smiled and removed her bikini.

Taking sunscreen from the bag, I massaged her back with it. My hands found her firm ass and I spread the cool white lotion over it. “Such a lovely ass,” I murmured as I bent down to bite the right cheek. She jumped at the feel of my teeth on her smooth skin.

“I thought we were fishing!” Darla protested, laughing. I told her to be patient and finished applying the sunscreen to her stomach, thighs, knees, shins and feet, not to mention her pussy, breasts and ass. When I was done, Darla stood before me, glistening in the sunlight. Taking her by the hand, I said, “Now for the fighting chair.”

“The fighting chair?” she inquired.

“Yes, you need to be strapped into it to fish. I don’t want one of those big boys pulling you off the boat!” Obediently, Darla sat down. The chair had been custom made for occasions such as this, with a polyurethane finish and brass and chrome hardware. I dug into the storage space behind the chair and produced a beautiful white leather harness.

“What’s that for?” she asked as she inspected the strapping and rings.

“To secure you,” I answered. “A fish fighting for its freedom can take a grown man overboard. I don’t want to have to rescue you from the brink.” I helped her into the contraption, crisscrossing her breasts with the leather bands and tying them securely to the back of the chair. I couldn’t help but smile as I admired my work, the bulge in my shorts betraying my pleasure.

“Now you’re completely secure,” I said as I brushed my hands over Darla’s chest and stomach. Then I leaned down and disengaged the platform that supported her ass. She instantly sank, a look of surprise on her face, as the straps grabbed her more securely. This device was absolutely ingenious!

Kneeling before her, I reached under the seat and stroked her ass. Then I took a gimbal ring for a fishing rod and fit it firmly against her pussy. “How does that feel?” I asked. A moan told me all I needed to know. Then I took four lengths of leather from my tackle box so I could strap her to the chair. As I started in on her wrists, she asked, “But how will I fish?”

“Don’t worry,” I responded, “with your lovely body, the fish will come to you.” Darla protested half heartedly as I continued to wrap the straps around her wrists and ankles. Beads of perspiration formed in the hollow of her neck, so I reached into the ice chest and took out two clamps.

“Oh no, you don’t,” she said, straining against the straps.

“I don’t think you have a choice.” I smiled at her and secured the first clamp to her right nipple. She cried out and pushed back against the chair as the wave of cold assaulted her body, frozen for an instant in shock. But by the look on her face I knew she was preparing herself for the second clamp. Her legs were tense against the footrests and she braced her arms. It did little good. The cold metal against her hot skin hit its mark.

Gradually, Darla accepted the cold pressure of the clamps on her nipples. I bent over to kiss the nape of her neck and then probed her mouth with my tongue. She arched forward as much as she could, wanting more, but I denied her that pleasure. Instead, I took a spray bottle from the cooler and misted her body with water. As she relaxed, I prepared my next step.

Darla’s eyes were glued to me as I pulled out a fishing pole. Then I removed the base of the gimbal that held the rod. Tilting Darla’s chair back, I proceeded to put the fishing pole through the empty socket. I held it against her sex, applying just enough pressure to make her moan and press forward for more.

“Now, imagine a huge marlin on the other end of this pole, struggling, making the pole bob up and down.” As I spoke I moved the pole over the outer lips of her pussy, just enough to tease. Darla arched her back and tried to move toward it, but I quickly moved it away.

“The fish wants to get away from you. You’ll have to work harder to reel him in.”

“I can’t,” she moaned. “You have me tied.”

“Try.” Darla thrust her body upward to meet the end of the pole. I allowed it partial entry, then slipped it away. The pole glistened with her juices.

“Reach for the fish,” I commanded. “Reel him in.” She strained to meet the tip of the rod. Finally, I allowed it to slip inside her. Darla struggled to impale herself more firmly on the pole, but the bottomless chair gave her no leverage to buck. She was completely at my mercy. Sensing her frustration, I inched the rod in deeper. Moving her legs as far apart as the restraints would allow, she tried to accommodate the pole. I thrust it again through the open gimbal and rotated it as it slipped further inside her. Darla whimpered loudly as her body responded to the smooth wood rubbing against her inner walls. I allowed this for a few moments, then stopped entirely. It wasn’t time for her to come yet.

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged.

I laughed and reached into the cooler for a chunk of ice, which I pressed against her sex. As it dripped onto her hot cunt, I blindfolded her. Now the only sensation she had was the gentle sway of the boat and the taste of the salty air.

I first loosened her arm and leg restraints, and then the chest restraints that kept her secured her to the chair. Helping her to her feet, I then led her to the ship’s prow. When we reached the steering wheel I picked up a length of rope and tied her arms in front of her, carefully wrapping several times around both wrists. Then I wove the rope in and out of the top of the wheel and twice more around her wrists. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Grabbing her ankles, I splayed her legs and told her to keep that position. Darla gripped the deck with her feet, but the swell of the sea and the rise and fall of the boat made perfect balance difficult.

“That’s it, honey, steady as she goes,” I murmured from behind her as I caressed her breasts. She leaned against me for support and felt my hardness at the small of her back. Then I slipped my fingers around her and into her hot, wet pussy. Darla rocked back into me as I nuzzled her neck. My fingers probed her depths as a rush of wetness drenched my hand.

Slipping my saturated fingers from her pussy, I began to rub her anus, just enough to relax it. Darla strained at her bonds, trying to push against me, but every time she did I withdrew my attentions. I continued with my careful ministrations until her sphincter relaxed and I was ready for entry. Grabbing the suntan lotion, I generously oiled my cock and her ass. My first thrust took her unawares and she almost lost her balance.

“Remember, steady as she goes,” I warned. Gripping Darla’s waist, I started a rhythmic rocking into her ass. Periodically I’d slip out so that just my cockhead was embedded in her butt and she’d try to urge her body back onto mine. However, bound as she was to the wheel, she was unable to slide over my pole and just groaned in frustration.

I continued teasing her, not fucking her hard enough to make her come while tapping her clit with my fingertips. But soon the pressure got to me as well. Grasping her firmly by the hips, I pounded her ass with my cock, my balls slapping against her upper thighs. Darla screamed and came, probably scaring away any fish that may have been swimming by. Her ass clutched at my cock and soon I was coming as well, shooting my load into her rear passage.

When we were done, I quickly untied Darla and drew her into my arms. It had certainly been a wonderful afternoon, and I can’t think of a better way to have christened my new boat. I’m just lucky that my wife enjoys fishing as much as I do!

Mr. Charles D., Melbourne, Florida

A GRAPHIC ACCOUNT OF HER INTRODUCTION TO BONDAGE

A few years ago I decided to take one of those continuing education classes over at the local college. It was a course on accounting, and I figured I could bring in a few extra bucks by doing taxes for my friends and family. I also thought that it would be a good way to meet some new people. But what I hadn’t figured on was that the instructor, a guy named Jim, would be so attractive. I mean, he was an accountant, which isn’t usually the first thing that jumps to mind when you think “hunk.” But he was hot all right, with curly dark hair, blue eyes and a great body.

One day after class I stopped at the lectern to ask him a question. We got to chatting, so I boldly asked him if he would like to join me for a beer. To my surprise and delight, he accepted. Once at the bar, the conversation drifted away from numbers and more and more toward the intimate details of our personal lives. Now, I don’t know if it was the beer or the way he made me feel so at ease, but before long I found myself admitting my crush to him.

“I’ve noticed you, too,” he said, gazing into my eyes. I could feel my pussy melt and then turn entirely to liquid when he placed one strong hand on my knee. Then he told me that unfortunately, he had to head home, but asked if I’d like to get together again the following weekend. I said I’d love to. What he said next shocked the hell out of me.

“Don’t wear panties to class next week. And sit in the front of the room, with your legs spread, so that I can see your pussy whenever I want to. Do you understand?”

At first I didn’t know what to say. But as I felt my nipples crinkle and my pussy begin to throb, I swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

It wasn’t the sort of thing that I would normally do sexually since I’m generally pretty conservative. But there was just something about Jim that made me want to throw my inhibitions to the wind and do whatever he said. I had the feeling that I was about to get involved in something pretty kinky, but that was all right with me. I mean, I’d signed up for this class because I’d wanted to somehow change my life, and now it looked like it was about to change in more ways than one.

The next class was Tuesday night, and I wore a short red skirt. I sat in the front row, keeping my legs spread, just as Jim had directed. I didn’t hear any of his lecture and did not take any notes. The only thing I was conscious of was his gaze as it swept over me from time to time, and how wet my pussy was getting from the excitement.

Thursday night I wore another short skirt to class, but I kept my knees firmly together during Jim’s lecture. I wanted to see what his response would be. He still looked over at me from time to time, but I could tell he wasn’t pleased. Then I left right after class, without even acknowledging him. If I was going to do this thing, I wanted to go all the way. I wondered if he would punish me, and the tingling in my pussy told me that was exactly what I wanted.

Saturday night, I followed the directions that Jim had given me to his house. I wore a long gray skirt with a slit up the side that exposed my calf and part of my thigh, and a sheer white blouse. I was surprised to see that Jim had prepared dinner for us. We sat and enjoyed it, and to my surprise, nothing was said the entire time about the preceding week or my disobedience. Then we cleaned up together.

Jim filled our wineglasses and led me to the den. As we walked, he finally brought up the subject we’d been skirting around all evening. “I was very upset you disobeyed me Thursday night,” he said, giving me a stern glance, “and I think you need to be disciplined for that.” As soon as we were in the den, he told me to take off all my clothes. A thrill ran through me as he said those words. I’d been half hoping, half dreading this moment, but now that it was here, all I felt was excitement and a rush of moisture to my pussy.

Obeying his command, I unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down. Jim’s eyes widened when he saw my stocking covered legs and my black lace garter belt. Slowly, I pulled down my panties and exposed my pussy. Then I removed my blouse and bra.

Jim said, “Step to the table and kneel down, facing it.” Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he pulled out two long red satin cords from a cabinet. My heart pounded wildly as he tied one around each of my wrists. Erotic euphoria numbed my mind. Walking around, Jim tugged the cords, pulling me over the table. “Lean forward until your breasts touch the wood,” he said, and I did as he said, until my nipples were crushed against the tabletop. He tied the cord to the legs, stretching my arms.

“Put your ankles together,” Jim said as he stepped behind me. I felt him place a wide leather strap around my legs and then buckle it tightly in place. Then he wrapped another strap just above my knees. I was resting my forehead on the table, but Jim slipped a hand under my chin and lifted it up. To my surprise, he put a bright red rubber ball in my mouth and then strapped it behind my head. This wasn’t something I had expected, and I realized I couldn’t speak or, more important, suck his cock if I wanted to. But Jim was completely in control, so I decided to trust him and allow him to call all the shots not that I had a choice in the matter at that point.

Just then Jim moved so I could see what he was holding in his hand. “This is a wooden cane, one quarter inch thick, three feet long. I’m going to cane your ass and legs. Then you’ll know not to disobey me.”

I was frantic with anticipation as I pulled at the cords. Seconds later, the whippy cane landed sharply across my asscheeks. I screamed, not from pain but from ecstatic pleasure. However, the gag in my mouth muffled my cries. Jim caned my cheeks about a dozen times, then guided his blows down to the tops of my thighs, stopping at the tops of my stockings. Each time he struck my tender flesh I yelped out loud.

Five minutes later, Jim stopped and asked, “Have you learned your lesson?” I nodded, my body covered in perspiration. He removed the cords and told me to spread my legs. His fingers pressed against my pussy, and then one penetrated slowly. I knew he could hear my moans and was watching my rocking hips as I attempted to fuck myself on his hand.

When I was about to come, Jim freed my wrists and removed the gag, leaving me panting and frustrated. With a sly smile on his lips he asked, “How are you feeling?”

I thought about the sting in my ass and thighs, and the way his fingers had invaded my cunt. I thought about my dripping, throbbing pussy and then I cried out, “I need to be fucked!”

Pulling my hands behind my back, Jim tied a cord around my wrists. Then he helped me up and led me to the bedroom, where he placed me on the bed on my stomach. First, he rubbed my still warm and red asscheeks, which was gently soothing. Next he untied my wrists, rolled me onto my back and then tied my wrists again, this time over my head.

Jim undressed as I lay there and watched. I was dying to touch him, to run my fingers over his gorgeous, toned body, but of course I couldn’t do that with my hands tied above my head. When he was completely nude, he spread my legs with his hands and got between my thighs. He pushed his huge cock into my pussy and I screamed with pleasure as he began to fuck me wildly. I came within seconds, all that pent up sexual energy rushing out at once.

When my orgasm was over Jim helped me kneel on the bed, my bound hands in front of me. I gave him the best blowjob of my life then, the bondage adding a sense of dangerous excitement. This was something I had never experienced before, but now realized I craved. I slurped and sucked over his throbbing dick until he jerked and sent a cascade of come down my throat. I swallowed it all hungrily, somehow knowing that another punishment would be in store if I missed some.

Not that I didn’t want another punishment, just not quite yet. There would be more discipline and bondage in the future, though, of that I was sure. And I was right. Though I no longer take night classes, Jim and I live together now, and he is teaching me things I could never learn in a classroom. At least once or twice a week I do something to upset him, just to ensure that I am punished. He is a wonderful and loving man, as well as a harsh disciplinarian, and I have never been happier.

Ms. Bethany B., Via E Mail

HE S LIT CANDLES AND IS PLAYING HER FAVORITE MUSIC WHAT S UP, SHE WONDERS

When I got home from work last night, the two nylon straps were already stretched across the top and bottom of the mattress on our bed, and cuffs were attached to the D rings at either end of each. Candles were lit, my favorite music was playing and Freddie had a mischievous look on his face. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what could be going on. I knew it wasn t either of our birthdays, and I worried for a moment that I might have forgotten an anniversary. We d just celebrated our third year together these straps, in fact, had been my gift to Freddie so I figured that couldn t be it. Nothing came to mind, so I asked.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Freddie knelt before me and began stripping off my clothes. My nipples hardened as he slipped off my blouse and bra and took one into his mouth. No, I agreed, but I knew something was up. But more urgent was the fact that his teeth were nibbling at my breast, so I stopped caring and lost myself in the moment.

My pussy dampened as the pile of clothes on the floor got larger. Freddie kissed me lightly and then swept me up in his arms. He carried me to the bed and lay me down on my back, so I instinctively got in a spread eagled position. My arms and legs pointed to all four corners of the bed, wrists and ankles awaiting the bonds. I closed my eyes as Freddie grasped each limb in turn and secured the fleece lined cuffs above my hands and feet. Then he made sure each restraint would be tight enough so that I would not be able to free myself, but not so tight that I would be uncomfortable well, excessively uncomfortable, that is.

When Freddie was done, he took a step back to survey his work. I know he loves how I look when I m tied to our bed, my cheeks flushed with excitement, my breasts rising up and down with each labored breath. My nipples get hard and my pussy spreads open wide, the labia peeled back to expose my hole and swollen clit, and my asshole winks at him in invitation. I know how I look because he s taken pictures. First it was a few Polaroids, and then he bought a video camera so I could get a sense of the entire package. Someday I d like to tie Freddie up so he can see how it feels and I can be the one in power, looking down on his helpless form. I don t think this will happen anytime soon, though. My boyfriend enjoys topping me too much.

Satisfied with his work, Freddie got between my thighs and leaned forward to lick my pussy. It felt good, almost wonderful, but he dragged his tongue along my slit with maddening slowness. Groaning with frustration, I begged him to stop teasing me and make me come. I longed to grab his head and press his mouth hard against my desperate cunt, but there was no way I could do that.

Freddie smiled at me, obviously delighted by the situation. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he said, “You know what happens to girls who beg, don t you?” I nodded slowly as he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the ball gag. I love being more and more restrained, but we don t use the gag very often, since Freddie loves to hear my cries and moans as he teases me, driving my arousal higher and higher. Then I was certain that there had to be something special about that night.

Now Freddie moved to the top of the bed and fitted the black ball between my teeth. Lifting my head slightly, he fastened the straps so that I could no longer make any noise other than a groan. I couldn t even ask him to blindfold me, which I was dying to do.

Freddie stripped then, and when he was totally nude he brought his hard cock up near my face and rubbed it along my cheek. A drop of pre come perched on the tip, and I thought about how good that would taste, but all I could taste was rubber.

I pulled at my bonds in an attempt to arch my back, trying to convey to my boyfriend how much I needed him in my cunt. But Freddie wanted to wait. He stroked his cock lightly while pinching my nipples with his other hand and twisting them just hard enough so that my pleasure was mixed with a twinge of pain. They began throbbing, and the feeling was echoed in my clit. Then Freddie stopped suddenly and moved down by my feet.

I have incredibly sensitive toes, and taking advantage of this, Freddie sucked each one into his mouth and flicked his tongue between them. I writhed on the bed, pulling at my restraints for all I was worth and getting so worked up that I was sweating. A light sheen of moisture covered my breasts, and Freddie straddled my thighs to lick it up. His cock was so close to my cunt, lying right on top of it, and when he moved down a bit, the head slipped between my labia. I tried to shift my body somewhat so that his dick would slip inside, but Freddie eluded me. He grasped his cock and rubbed the bulbous head between my pussy lips, making me twitch each time he hit my clit. It felt like a series of miniorgasms.

Freddie kept teasing, and my arms and legs jerked against the constraining straps, my breath huffing from my nostrils, my groans lost behind the rubber ball in my mouth. Finally, my body bucked and jerked as I was allowed to come and eventually grew still. For minutes afterward I could feel the warmth pulsing through my veins, and as I luxuriated in it, Freddie stopped all motion and just looked down at me, his cock shiny with my juices.

I really needed Freddie to fuck me, and it looked as if he was going to do just that. He positioned himself above my body, almost crushing me with his weight. Moving a hand between us, he rubbed my pussy slowly as I came down from my climax. Kissing my temple, he whispered into my ear, “Don t worry, I m going to fuck you. But I want you to calm down a bit first so that your next orgasm is as powerful as the last.” He brought up his hand to lightly brush my nipples with his fingertips and massaged my breasts softly. I caught my breath as my heartbeat grew calmer.

Freddie raised himself up on his arms, his erection poised at my fluttering hole. Then he thrust his cock deep inside. He began a slow pumping motion, savoring the feel of his cock moving in and out of my pussy and his balls brushing against the hot skin of my ass.

As his thick penis forced its way into my cunt with increasing speed, I could feel another orgasm growing. My body jerked and my toes curled as my pussy clasped around Freddie s shaft. This one was even better than the last, since I had the extra sensation of my boyfriend s cock scraping against my clitoris as it pistoned in and out.

Freddie stopped pumping for a moment to feel my cunt palpitating around him. Then he began to move again, pulling out and then shoving his dick back in hard, the force of his thrusts causing me to grunt around the ball gag. Freddie was grunting as well, and I could see by the look on his face and the flush in his cheeks that his orgasm was not far off. Then I felt his cock pulse as jet after jet of hot come shot into my pussy. It was such a huge load that some dripped down the crack of my ass when he eventually pulled out.

Still panting, Freddie straddled my thighs again, his flaccid cock nestled against his balls, and removed the gag from my mouth. When my wrists were also untied, I reached up to give him a hug and a big kiss with lots of tongue. When we finally broke apart, I asked him again what had inspired this wonderful surprise.

“Don t you remember?” he replied, lazily caressing my skin. “It was a year ago today that you first agreed to let me tie you up.” He was right about that, and I had to laugh. Freddie, typical man that he is, sometimes forgets things like birthdays and Valentine s Day, but I guess some anniversaries are too important to overlook.

Ms. Carrie W., Rochester, Minnesota

Bound for Love

There’s nothing better than a frantic session of hot, sweaty sex. While lying with my boyfriend, James, in the afterglow of one such thrilling sensual experience, we shared the things that we had enjoyed the most about it.

“I loved the way you wrapped your legs around my waist and held me deep inside you when you came.” I felt my cunt muscles tighten as a little spasm went through me upon hearing his compliment.

“So did I! You know what I loved?”

“What’s that?” James trailed a finger around my left areola so that the skin started to tighten, the nipple hardening to a tiny pebble of pleasure.

“I loved it when you were pinning my arms to the bed with your hands and I couldn’t move them. It was really sexy, almost like I was tied up and you had all the power.”

James looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before replying. “I liked that, too. If you want, I could really tie you up, with scarves, or ropes, or handcuffs.” I felt another shiver run through me at these erotic suggestions, but even still, I was hesitant.

“I’m not sure about giving up that much control. It’s a little scary to be tied up and unable to move. But I guess that’s what makes it such a turn on.” To be honest, I was even a little scared to be sharing this fantasy with James. I had never told anyone else about it.

“We could take it slowly,” he said, “and you could make it stop at any time. Pick a word you can say so I’ll know when. A safeword.” I lay there for a few minutes, James’s hands playing with my nipples, and then I chose my safeword: “grapes.” He laughed and agreed that he would stop whatever he was doing and set me free as soon as I said that.

Our odyssey began that night, with James holding my arms above my head while we fucked. When he moved his hands away I agreed to keep my arms in place, like they were held by invisible bonds. Although there were no ropes in sight, I was highly aroused at the thought of not being allowed to move. I longed to run my fingers through James’s hair as he went down on me, but heeding his command, I kept my hands still above my head.

When he finally drove his cock into my cunt, after much begging on my part, he took great pleasure in teasing me. James knows I like it hard and fast, and so does he, but he took delight in fucking me slowly, knowing I couldn’t just wrap my arms around him and pull him in deeper. He’d slip just the head of his cock a little way into me, and then pull it out again. I was squeezing wildly with my pussy muscles, trying to suck him in, but it wasn’t working.

Seeing the devious look in his eyes, I decided to accept my fate. Tied with imaginary bonds, I let him fuck me slowly until he couldn’t stand it anymore and had to pound me hard and fast into the bed. We both came with a series of screams, and promises to get some rope the following day.

The next evening I came home to find that James had bought me a very special gift. On our bed was a coil of soft cotton rope. My skin tingled when I saw it we were really going to go through with this James was really going to tie me up! He waited until after dinner, which only made my excitement grow. Then he led me to our bedroom where he undressed me and laid me down on the bed. Slowly, he kissed my left wrist as he tied the rope around it, looping it around the headboard. Then he gave me the other end to hold in my right hand.

“I won’t tie that end. That way, when you want to stop, you say ‘grapes’ and let go of the rope.” I nodded my agreement, holding tightly to the end of rope and pulling it slightly to feel my left hand move. Still, I had no intention of letting go.

James stood back and removed his clothes, then climbed onto the bed, kissing my mouth gently and sweetly. His kisses traveled over my face and down my neck, stopping for languid moments over both of my breasts. When my nipples had been sucked and pinched into little peaks his lips traveled down my belly, just tantalizing inches from my pussy. He gave one quick peck to my clit and then lavished my inner thighs with a series of kisses, licks and caresses.

My body melted into the comfort of the mattress. The cord tied to my left wrist, which I held tightly in my other hand, was the only thing keeping me grounded. How strange it seemed that the only grasp I had on reality was the rope I was holding to keep my own arms secured to the bed! And just as I was floating into a state of total pleasure, when it seemed like this divine feeling couldn’t get any better, James began eating my pussy.

His fingers slipped inside me as his tongue licked along my labia and my clitoris, rubbing and finger fucking and sucking me into a moment so ecstatic that I was grateful for the rope to hold onto. I came, hard, and when my pussy stopped convulsing around James’s fingers, he withdrew them and climbed up the bed to kiss me.

“You can let go now.” He smiled, taking the rope from my right hand and untying the left. I felt a slight tingle as I reached out to embrace him and the blood rushed back into my arms.

“I love you so much!” I said, still breathless, but quite eager to return the favor. “You’ve never mentioned if you liked the idea of being tied up yourself.” I had the rope in my hands and was trailing it gently over his chest.

“I’m not impartial to the notion. Want to give it a go?” James offered his wrists up to me and I tied the first knot around his left, looping the rope around the headboard and placing the end in his right hand, just as he had done for me. Then I kissed my way over his torso, soon approaching his already rigid cock. I took it into my mouth, licking and sucking and swirling my tongue over the head just the way he likes it.

When his cock was well lubed with his pre come and my saliva, I started to work the shaft into my mouth and felt him straining against the rope. I knew he was longing to run his hands through my hair and hold his prick up straight to assist my ministrations. But he didn’t dare let go.

James had gotten so aroused from seeing me tied to the bed and writhing under his touch that it didn’t take him long to come. I was soon swallowing his pleasure and then untying him, after which we fell into a thoroughly satisfied sleep.

While all of our subsequent experiences with bondage have been very pleasurable, perhaps my favorite happened just last week. It had been about a month since we’d started our experimentation, so we decided to celebrate. After taking me out for a romantic dinner, James led me into our bedroom and told me he had a special present for me. I got extremely excited, knowing that whatever it was, it would definitely have something to do with bondage.

James began stripping off my clothing, and when I was standing only in my underwear, he opened a large gift box and took out some padded leather cuffs. My eyes lit up as he secured the cuffs around my wrists and attached a length of rope to one. Then he threw the rope over one of the ceiling beams in our bedroom, catching the other end as it fell. I was told to raise my hands up high, and James quickly bound my other wrist. Now that I had both my hands tied high above my head I had to stand tall, as the rope didn’t offer enough slack for me to bend my knees even a little. James walked around me in a slow circle, surveying his handiwork, which made my excitement grow.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in a small voice.

“Anything I want.” His answer could have come off as threatening, but his mischievous smile and the softness of his voice told me I had nothing to worry about. His hands started moving over my body, barely touching my skin, driving me crazy with desire. I wanted more certain touches, a harder grasp of his hands, but it wasn’t to be. He was having too much fun teasing me. Finally he turned back to the bed, back to that mysterious gift box.

Reaching inside, James took out another pair of padded cuffs, a black leather paddle and a blindfold. As he pulled each item from the box, I started to get a little anxious. We had only just begun experimenting with bondage and now it seemed that James had gotten carried away and bought the entire contents of a fetish shop! He noticed my apprehension and reassured me that I could stop it at any time.

I relaxed somewhat, as best I could with my hands tied high above my head and my arms beginning to ache slightly. Then he put the blindfold over my eyes and in the darkness I found a sort of strange solitude and comfort.

“You’re so beautiful, I never thought I’d see you standing before me like this, at my mercy to do whatever I want with you.” His voice was soft, but his words touched me deeply and I stirred in my bonds. I felt his hands at my waist, and then he was pulling off my panties. I wondered how I looked, exposed to him like that, my arms high over my head and my pussy and ass on view.

I soon felt the soft leather of the paddle rubbing over my tingling flesh. It was quite smooth, and I thought it curious that such a sensual feeling could be created by such a harsh implement.

Then James began slapping the stiff, leather paddle against my exposed buttocks. He hit me lightly, just enough to warm my skin and make my legs feel weak as a delicious pleasure rushed between them. Then he put the paddle down and started rubbing my heated asscheeks with his hands. I parted my legs, grateful that they weren’t tied together, and tried to rub my crotch against him. I heard him laugh as he pulled his hands away. “I told you that you’d enjoy this.”

I whimpered, missing his touch. I wanted his fingers, his face, his cock, whatever I could get, buried between my legs. Then I felt his hands on my breasts, squeezing and twisting my nipples into delicious peaks of pleasure. The warmth of his mouth soon replaced his hands as he squeezed my breasts together so that he could suck on both my nipples at once. I writhed against him, trying to tempt him to go a little further, to move his mouth to my cunt, or better yet, to fuck me. Hearing the zip of his jeans being lowered and the shuffling of shoes and clothes as he undressed made me hopeful. Then I felt the delicious warmth of his cock pressing against my thigh and begged him to give it to me.

“Not yet, my sweet. Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Don’t you want this to last?” I sighed with a slight disappointment that was quelled when his hand rubbed lightly between my legs and then along my labia, which were very wet and swollen.

“I want you so badly, James,” I whimpered desperately. “Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you!”

James ran a finger over my moist pussy and then brought it to my mouth to trace my juices across my lips. I happily licked up the liquid and sucked on his fingertip. I heard him rustling about and wondered what else he could be taking out of the box. Hadn’t I seen everything he’d bought? Then I felt him putting the second set of cuffs around my ankles, though I could not imagine what he was going to do with them. He clipped something to each of the cuffs, and when he was done, I found that I couldn’t move my legs, either to close them or spread them wider. It felt like he had attached the ankle cuffs to some sort of bar, which was now exposing me to him even more!

James started to slowly lick and kiss from one of my knees up to my pussy. His touch was so light and gentle that I longed to wrap my legs around his head, press my thighs against his ears and hold him to my cunt until he made me come. But of course I couldn’t do that, my legs spread wide as they were, and my frustration mounted. Finally, James relented and took my swollen clitoris into his mouth and sucked it until I swayed and thrashed around, still hanging precariously from the ropes. In time my pussy became too sensitive to touch and so I tried to pull my legs back together, but to no avail. I was hanging from the ceiling, my legs held wide apart, my feet just barely touching the floor beneath me.

James took hold of my thighs and pulled my body toward his. I felt the heat of his cockhead at my opening, just a gentle pressure, but bound as I was, I was unable to push down onto his prick and force it all the way inside me. What sweet torment! Slowly, he pushed the crown inside, rubbing one thumb over my clitoris as his other hand held me tight. I had to bite down on my lower lip in a weak attempt to keep from coming. I wanted to save my climax for the end, so that it could grow and grow and become a huge release of tension and pleasure.

James pushed his cock the rest of the way into me and his balls soon rested against my buttocks, which were still warm from the paddling. His thumb left my clit, which I was thankful for, and he held my hips with both hands, moving me back and forth on his length. After several minutes of the delicious friction of his cock, the heat on my ass and the excitement of the ropes and the blindfold, it became too much for me to take.

“Please, James, let me come, baby.” He seemed ready himself as he started to fuck me faster, pushing up into me harder, so that I felt his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. When I started to come my muscles clenched around his cock and I felt him pulsing deep inside of me, filling me with his cream. This always pushes me over the edge, increasing the intensity of my orgasm, and only the ropes cuffed to my wrists and my boyfriend’s firm grip on my hips kept me tethered to the earth.

After a few more thrusts, James pulled his cock from my quivering pussy. Then he removed my blindfold and I could see myself in the mirror I was facing. I was quite a sight sweat running down my face and between my breasts, hair stuck to my flushed cheeks, hands still bound over my head and a black metal rod holding my legs apart. I smiled, turned on once more by this glimpse of myself, and couldn’t wait to do it all again.

SUSPENDED NAKED FROM A CEILING BEAM, SHE EAGERLY AWAITS HER LOVER’S NEXT MOVE

It was several months into our relationship before I realized that Dana was the perfect sexual partner for me. Sex with her had been hot but fairly vanilla, whereas my favorite erotic games have always involved bondage the woman’s, not mine. What tipped me off was Dana’s reaction the night her hands got caught in the sheet so she couldn’t use them. I’d never felt her come so hard as she did that night, held down by the sheets and my body.

I asked her about it later, and she confessed to having the usual sorts of fantasies about being captured by some devastatingly handsome brigand and tied up for use as his sex slave. I grinned and told her I would like nothing better than to help her make those dreams come true.

A couple of nights later I was waiting for her. I took her chin in my hand and raised her face until her eyes met mine. “You are my prisoner. Obey me and all will be well. Now go and stand on the circle in the middle of the carpet and show me what I have taken for my prize.”

At my command she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, letting it slide over her shoulders as it fell to the floor. Her breasts were heaving, barely contained in her lace peach colored bra. Her skirt was next, puddling around her feet. Panties of the same hue were matched by a garter belt.

I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket and walked back to Dana. I then drew her arms forward, locking her wrists together in front of her, hands palm to palm. Reaching overhead, I pulled down the short chain attached to one of the ceiling beams by an eyebolt. She was now helpless, stretching her supple body upward, waiting for my next move, suspended both in time and place.

I circled her, sliding my hands appraisingly over her body, stroking her breasts, her back, her ass, but avoiding her pussy. She squirmed beneath my hands, uncertain what I would do next. Finally I stopped behind her, reaching around to caress her breasts before freeing them from the strapless bra and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. She began to moan loudly as I undid the hooks and tossed the bra aside.

I moved in front of her and continued to pinch her nipples as I squeezed her breasts, knowing that they were the key to her arousal. Pressing harder, then pulling her nipples, I felt her shiver as the conflicting sensations coursed through her body. Her legs squeezed together and she whimpered.

I bent forward and took one nipple in my mouth, running my tongue around it. Then I began to suck forcefully on it, pinching the other. When I bit she moaned aloud, and I saw her panties were getting wet with desire. I took the other nipple into my mouth and gave it the same treatment, first some pressure, then teeth. She was on the verge of orgasm, and I had yet to touch her pussy.

I picked up a pair of nipple clips from the table and attached them to her aroused nubs, playing with the thin chain that joined them before attaching a small weight to the chain. As her nipples felt the weight pulling the clips, she squirmed harder, increasing the electric burn of the little pincers.

Standing behind her, I ran my hands over her ass and unsnapped the garters, rolling down each stocking in turn before I unclipped her garter belt. Last of all I peeled down her damp panties, inhaling her musk.

Caressing her ass, I lulled her into thinking that was all, then slapped her hard with the flat of my hand. She jumped and flinched as my hand connected again and again, but she never told me to stop. Soon it seemed her ass was coming back to meet my blows, and when she was all but dissolved in passion I quickly unsnapped the overhead chain and removed the nipple clamps, letting her fall back against me as she raised her cuffed hands to soothe her stinging nipples.

I put my hands on her shoulders and steered her into the bedroom, where I laid her on the bed, faceup, and secured her handcuffs to a hook at the head of the mattress. I could turn her over at will, but her hands were effectively immobilized.

I stripped, my cock jutting out from my body at full erection, excited by Dana’s helplessness and her obvious arousal. Straddling her head, I commanded her to lick my balls, and she obediently laved them with her tongue before sucking each one into her mouth and then starting to bathe my cock the same way.

Her tongue ran up the underside of the shaft until she reached the edge of my cockhead. I shifted a little so that she could wrap her lips around it and felt the indescribable jolt of her soft tongue exploring the spongy, sensitive flesh of my cock’s tip before she took me deeper into her mouth. Letting go, I started to fuck her face, working my cock deep into her throat as she eagerly groaned and squealed around the invading flesh. I gripped her head in my hands and shot my load, watching her try to swallow all of it and nearly, but not quite, succeeding.

“You missed some. That, I think, deserves a spanking.” She looked up at me with wide eyes, but she nodded even as she licked her lips in anxious anticipation. I turned her over and raised her ass up on a pillow before retrieving my belt from my trousers. Doubling it to make more noise than pain, I brought it down across her reddened asscheeks, feeling her jump with each stroke, watching her jerk against the cuffs. After six strokes I stopped and reached between her legs. Her cunt was dripping as I plunged my fingers into her.

Dana was ripe for fucking, but I had one more small thing to do first. My cock was hard again, having barely softened after I came the first time. As I tied her ankles to the opposite corners of the footboard, my organ twitched with glee. Dana lay before me, pinioned by three points, whimpering to be fucked.

I knelt between her spread legs and slid my cock into her waiting pussy with one hard thrust. She was wet and open, engulfing me like a hungry mouth. I started to pick up speed as I pistoned in and out of her, ramming into her harder the more she moaned. I slowed for a moment to savor the pleasure of her vulnerability, and she cried out for me to go harder, faster, to let her come. Finally I slapped her flank and plowed into her with all my might.

She bucked against me as much as she could, upended over the pillow, hands and ankles bound. Then I felt her orgasm start to roll through her body, making her stiffen and shake before her cunt squeezed down around me and my come surged out of my cock, deluging her depths. I fell forward across her slick back, pinioning her body still further, and a small sound escaped her open mouth. It sounded like nothing less than a purr of contentment, and I chuckled with my own pleasure as I held her fast.

Mr. Ronald M., Evansville, Indiana

TIME SPENT APART CREATES STRONGER TIES FOR A PAIR OF LONG DISTANCE LOVERS

In the taxi from the airport we sat very close together. Reaching up, I pulled gently on the silky scarf Audrey had around her neck until our bodies touched and her face was close to mine. I kissed her hard, giving her a taste of what she could expect when we arrived at my apartment. Living in different cities as we do, we only get together every other week, but we make the most of what little time we have.

Once we were inside I once again pulled her close. I’m sure she could feel my swelling cock against her body just as I felt her hard nipples press against my chest. We kissed, our tongues seeking each other out. Then I took her silk scarf, placed it over her eyes and tied a knot at the back of her head. “Now you’ll feel it more,” I said as I led her to my bedroom and pushed her down on the bed so that she was sitting. Sitting beside her, I pulled her down with me so that we were lying side by side, and then, as I kissed her passionately, my fingers slid over her stomach on their way down to her cunt.

We pressed up against each other and Audrey sighed as she felt my cock throbbing through my jeans. “Enough of this,” she said suddenly, pulling the scarf/blindfold off her head. “I’m going to tie you up now.”

Audrey and I love bondage, both doing the tying and being tied up, and so we take turns. She’d been the one in control the last time we were together so I’d figured that she’d be the one who was bound to the bed this time, but I was wrong. “Stand up,” she demanded, grasping my belt to pull me toward her, “and take off your clothes.”

I pulled off my sweater as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. Then she gave a little tug until my pants and boxers were on the ground. Spotting the drop of pre come glistening on the head of my cock, she leaned forward to lick it up.

Audrey reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a handful of supplies. She wrapped the silk scarf she’d worn to meet me around one of my wrists and tied it to the bedpost, then repeated that action with another scarf that she’d taken from the drawer. Then she did the same to my ankles with a couple of my old ties. My arms and legs were held as wide apart as possible, and when I pulled at my bonds they didn’t budge. She looked at my spread legs and I could tell that she enjoyed watching me struggle.

Audrey quickly stripped off her own clothes and then lay down beside me. Kissing me passionately as her hand caressed my cock, she threw a leg over mine and ground her pussy against my thighs. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted me inside her but had decided she could wait until I was ready to beg.

“What would you like to do?” she teased, knowing that I didn’t have much say. Her knee rubbed my cock lightly as she stroked and pinched my nipples until they grew hard. Then she bent to suck my erect nubs until I groaned my pleasure. She moved her hand away from my rock hard dick to rest it on my thigh. As I cast a glance over my immobilized body, my erection quivered slightly.

Audrey kissed me again, taking my lower lip into her mouth and sucking hard. Then she opened her mouth and our tongues found each other and twisted around. She moved to lie on top of me, holding herself above me so that our bodies were barely touching. I thrust up my hips to push my cock against her belly, desperate for any form of contact, but she just moved away. “Fuck me,” I groaned. “Please, I can’t stand it any longer.”

“I will determine what you can and cannot stand,” she said, moving over me so that my cock slid against her dripping pussy and touched her hard clit with each stroke. I strained against her as far as my bonds would allow. “Take me inside of you,” I begged again. “Stop torturing me.”

“Not so fast,” she said as she rolled off to lie beside me. She kissed my face and then worked her way down to my chest, where she sucked and nipped at my nipples again. Moving slowly, she changed position so that she could suck my toes and rub my feet before making her way back up to the center of my body to lick and kiss my thighs. It felt great, but it wasn’t exactly the attention I was craving, as my balls were now aching for direct contact.

Audrey must have realized that because she took my balls into her mouth. I moaned loudly and raised my hips off the mattress as high as my bonds would allow, straining against the scarves that held me spread eagled. She began licking my cock from the base to the tip and I lifted my pelvis to meet her mouth, my head tossing from side to side as my body shuddered. She pulled her head back so that I couldn’t get inside and ran her tongue around my cockhead. She took the tip between her lips and made shallow thrusting motions, teasing me mercilessly.

Grabbing my cock by the shaft, Audrey gave it a good squeeze, which made it swell even more. Once again, she flicked at it with her tongue to lick up the pre come that dripped from the tiny slit. Then she licked down the sensitive underside of my shaft and traced the thick vein that throbbed there. That made me pull once more at my bonds, desperate to get free and grasp her head to hold her in place, but they still held tight. I could see the smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she bent forward to suck in just a little bit of my length.

She teased me like that for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly, she took me all the way into her mouth. She sucked me deep into her throat while her finger slid beneath me and between my asscheeks to tease my tight hole. She eased her finger inside and I sighed loudly with pleasure as my muscles tightened around it. She began fucking my ass slowly and surely, working with my rhythms that she knew so well, gently massaging my already swollen prostate. Her lips were still wrapped tightly around my shaft, sucking all the while.

We continued this way for some time, with Audrey steering me toward the edge of orgasm with her finger and mouth but backing off whenever I got too close. I loved the feeling of her lips and tongue as my cock slid ever deeper down her warm throat. Her mouth met my impatient thrusts as her fingers repeatedly slid into my asshole, and just as my cockhead finally bumped again the back of her throat, she slipped a second finger inside of my rear hole. My body slammed down hard against her hand, driving her fingers in to the hilt, and I wiggled so that they rubbed my most sensitive spots.

Audrey knew that my orgasm was just milliseconds away as she continued fucking my ass and bobbing her head over my dick. I couldn’t hold back any longer and my load splashed against her tongue. She swallowed it all as I exploded inside her mouth until there was nothing left inside me.

“Untie me, Audrey,” I begged as she pulled her mouth up off my dick. I wanted to return the pleasure. However, she had other ideas. Apparently, I didn’t need my hands or legs for what she had planned.

Leaving me tied spread eagled to the bedposts, she climbed up my body, rubbing her pussy along my prone form so that it left a trail of wetness behind. When she settled down on my softened cock for just a moment, I wished that I was hard enough to fuck her properly, but there was no way I was going to be able to revive myself that quickly after having just come so intensely. Audrey didn’t seem to mind as she continued on her journey until her delectable pussy was hovering just an inch or so over my mouth.

She didn’t have to ask I knew exactly what she wanted. I reached out my tongue to flick at her hardened clit and was rewarded with drops of her dew. She moaned as I did it again, but when I tried to drill into her hole with my tongue she moved. I longed to reach up and hold her against my mouth so I could feast on her succulent cunt, but she remained slightly out of reach, obviously enjoying the slow buildup toward orgasm.

I did all that I could to make her come, continuing to flick at her clit as she writhed above my head. Licking and sucking for all I was worth eventually paid off, since Audrey finally arrived at the point of no return. She held on tightly to the headboard and settled herself squarely on my face, her thighs pressed against my ears. I then got to drive my tongue deep inside her cunt and fuck her with it like it was a little cock. It only took a few good thrusts before she was coming, a deluge of her salty juices glossing my lips and chin.

I licked them all up and swallowed them down until she slumped onto the bed beside me. It wasn’t until I reminded her that I was still tied up that she seemed to wake up and undid my bonds. When she did, I took her into my arms and gave her a big hug, glad that we’d been able to find this time to spend together. Mr. Marshall B., New York, New York

BOUND, BLINDFOLDED AND GAGGED, HE’S IN NO POSITION TO ARGUE

When I returned from lunch, a voicemail from my wife, Ellen, was waiting for me. Just hearing what she had to say in her stern, no nonsense voice made me very, very hard. She wanted me to know that this was going to be one of our bondage nights and I should return home ready for a scene. As the pre come began to drip from my cock, I started mentally preparing myself for the hours of fun that lay ahead.

That night, I left my office at the regular time but stopped at a gas station on my way home to change. Ellen likes me to be ready for her the moment that I arrive, and I will do anything that is required of me in order to please her. I arrived at the house soon after, knocked at the door, and when it was opened, I asked permission to enter. Ellen ushered me inside, and as I took off my long coat, I could see that she was delighted with the way I looked in the skimpy briefs she had packed in my briefcase.

She was also dressed for the occasion. In a black patent leather corset, fishnet stockings and thigh high lace up boots, she looked the part of the stern mistress, which is exactly what she is when we play out these little scenes. Her red lipstick was in sharp contrast to her pale skin and she’d piled her dark hair high on her head, accentuating her swan like neck. Of course, she wore no panties, and I could see that her shaved pussy was already dripping wet. I could also see the tops of her breasts over her leather garment and longed to touch them, but I knew better than to try. On our bondage nights she is totally in control, and so I’d have to wait.

She ordered an about face and I quickly obeyed. Standing behind me, Ellen pulled back my arms. I felt cool metal cuffs tighten around my wrists and heard a click as they were locked into place. I was now entirely at her mercy since she held the sole key that could give me my freedom. I knew that the only way she would let me go was if I satisfied her, or if I said that special word that we had agreed upon long ago that would let her know she’d gone too far. In thirteen years of marriage, however, I have never had to use it, and can’t imagine that I ever will. I enjoy being tied up too much it’s what I live for.

With my hands restrained, a blindfold quickly followed. The world around me went almost completely black as the only light I could see was what little seeped around the fabric covering my eyes. Grabbing hold of the waistband of my briefs, Ellen led me to our bedroom, just a short walk away. I stood still as she pulled my shorts down and then off, leaving me completely naked.

The fun really started now. My dick was as hard as a rock and pointing straight out, and I could feel Ellen’s hot breath close to it as she grasped my balls in her hand. She gave a little squeeze and I moaned, but apparently, this wasn’t the correct response. The correct response would have been none at all.

“Shh,” Ellen warned, pulling her hand away. I then heard her heels click across our parquet floor as she walked to the closet. The door opened and I heard her return a moment later. “Open up,” she said as she touched a finger to my mouth. I obeyed without question, my cock throbbing in anticipation. Then I felt the rubber ball being placed between my lips. It rested on my tongue as she bucked the straps around the back of my head. In addition to not being able to see or touch anything, now I couldn’t talk, moan or cry out, either. I was in heaven.

It wasn’t until Ellen put her hands on my shoulders and pressed me down that I realized how close to the bed I’d been standing. She pushed down until I was sitting on the edge, and then her hands were on my ankles, spreading my legs wide. A set of leather straps was buckled right above my feet and when I tried to close my legs, I couldn’t. Apparently, Ellen felt that I had earned the use of the spreader bar, and my heart raced as I waited to see what other surprises she had in store for me.

While I was completely and totally restrained, Ellen’s hands returned to my shoulders and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me with her gorgeous thighs. She rubbed her pussy up and down my erect cock, and if I hadn’t been gagged, I would have been in trouble for sure, because there was no way I could have held back a groan at that. However, Ellen was making enough noise for us both. “Ooh, that’s nice,” she said as she began to pant, clearly turned on by the action of her clit catching repeatedly on the head of my dick. “Oh yeah, that feels great.” She moaned variations of those two statements over and over as I struggled to hold back my orgasm. It was understood that I couldn’t come until Ellen said it was okay, and since she had yet to reach her climax, I knew that would not be for some time.

Suddenly, Ellen raised up and then sank back down, her hot, wet cunt swallowing my erect penis. My body went rigid because I really had to fight not to come, though what I longed to do was buck up my hips and fuck her for all I was worth. Instead, I leaned back on my bound hands to steady myself on the bed as my wife did her thing. She held still for a moment or two to enjoy the feeling of her stuffed full pussy, and then she began riding my cock. Ellen loves controlling the pace, so I sat there as she used me as a human dildo, happy to know that my wife was enjoying herself.

As Ellen bounced up and down on my dick, she began pinching my nipples, knowing how much that turns me on. It was like she was daring me not to come by making it as difficult as possible. I tried to think of other things to keep my mind off the feeling of her pussy walls moving over my shaft, but it was extremely difficult. Being fucked by my wife while in bondage felt way too good.

I somehow managed to prevail. All that pressure on her pussy soon brought Ellen to orgasm, and even though her muscles tightened around my dick, I still didn’t erupt. As she was overcome by waves of pleasure, she held onto me even more tightly, her breasts pressing against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my skin, and just picturing those pink nubbins of flesh almost pushed me over the top. Luckily, she climbed off my erection before I could shoot my load.

I heard Ellen’s heels clicking once again as she left the room. Unable to do much else, I sat there on the bed and waited, still cuffed, blindfolded and gagged, my legs held wide apart with the unyielding spreader bar. She eventually returned and asked me if I was ready for the final portion of our session. Knowing that meant I would soon be allowed to come, I nodded enthusiastically.

A second later, I felt something cold and wet against my right nipple. I guessed that it was an ice cube, and discovered that I was correct when it moved across my chest, melting as it went so that rivulets of water dripped down my naked body. “Hold still,” Ellen warned as she drew designs on my stomach with the ice. I did my best not to shiver as goose bumps broke out all over my chilled skin, especially when the cube made contact with my throbbing cock. I was so turned on by that point that nothing could dampen my lust, and I remained as hard as a rock.

That must have been the final test, which I’d apparently passed with flying colors because my wife rewarded me with one of her spectacular blowjobs. She bent between my thighs and balanced herself with a hand on either one of my knees to begin flicking at the tip of my dick with her tongue. Then she drew lazy circles around and around the head until I wanted to beg her to make me come. I would have done it, too, if there hadn’t been a ball gag in my mouth. I also longed to arch up off the bed and fuck her face, but I held back back for fear of earning her displeasure.

However, my cock was moving around enough on its own that she had to grasp it by the base. As she used her fingers to slowly pump my shaft, she took the rest of it in her mouth and sucked hard. I drew in a deep breath as she lowered her head over my cock until the entire length was down her throat. Then she began sucking harder. My balls tightened up even before she took them in her hand and gave them a good massage, and then they tightened up even more. Almost immediately, I was shooting copious amounts of come over her tongue and down her throat.

Ellen swallowed my seed, then she pulled up her lips up my shaft at a maddeningly pace. When she got to the crown she released it with a “pop.” Then she removed the spreader bar, cuffs, blindfold and the gag. When I could once again speak, I thanked her for a wonderful night, meaning it with all my heart.

Mr. Norman T., Towson, Maryland