A New Twist

Claudia was the most amazing creature I had ever met. With a body that dropped men’s jaws and a sharp, quick wit that redirected their attention, I found myself frequently making excuses to stop by her office and say hello. She was friendly, charming and always made me feel welcome. I was an ardent admirer during the two years that we worked together, but always from a polite distance. We became friends, but intimidated by her beauty and by the men who constantly vied for her attention, I doubted that she would ever look at me with anything approaching romantic interest.

Our job responsibilities drew us closer together, and we were often working late into the evening on one project or another. Getting to know her during long strategy sessions, I discovered a sensitive young woman. I sensed she knew that she could offer a great deal to a relationship, but wasn’t afraid to wait for the right man to come into her life, because she was doing just fine by herself without one.

Her excellent work and team skills got her noticed in a hurry, and she was promoted and moved into another department. With a tinge of regret, I wished her well at a small party that was held in her honor, telling her that I felt I was losing a friend as well as an excellent coworker. Later, as things were breaking up, she pulled me aside and invited me to meet her the following night at a local bar.

Over dinner the next evening, our conversation started out safely and predictably. We both discussed where things were going in my department, what her new job entailed and our plans for the future. As we sat in the dim bar, men passed by and swiveled their heads to stare at Claudia in a most unrestrained manner. Occasionally, she would acknowledge one of her gawkers with a smile and a nod, but she seemed oblivious to most, giving my male ego a boost.

Near the end of the evening, following a pause in the conversation, her expression changed and she affixed me with an intense gaze. “Gary, do you believe that people sometimes get to know their coworkers better than anyone else in their lives?”

“Sure,” I said. “Especially when they work closely together for a long time.” I had no idea where she was headed. Then she continued.

“I don’t think I ever told you, but I have a strict personal policy against dating people I work with.” Claudia was smiling devilishly now. “But we don’t work together anymore.”

My head swam slightly as I digested her words. I felt her hand on mine, and then she was pulling me across the table. We met halfway, and the lips that I dreamed of every night were suddenly interlocked with mine. The kiss was warm, sensuous and erotic. I drank her in, still slightly doubting the reality of the moment, and when we parted, I was hooked.

The beginning of our relationship passed in a whirlwind of extraordinary sex, long talks about nothing in particular and the acute longing I felt when we were apart. Every day confirmed what I had suspected for a long time: Claudia was one in a million. I marveled at my luck as feelings continued to flourish between us. Soon it was rare when one of us did not stay at the other’s apartment for the entire weekend.

One such weekend, we were lying in bed. Claudia was reading and I was idly watching television. We were both tired from a day spent walking through the country enjoying the fall foliage, and neither of us was feeling terribly frisky. I couldn’t find anything on television, but that didn’t deter me from running through every channel at least four times. Finally, Claudia threw down her paperback and, in mostly feigned anger, grabbed the remote from my hand and chucked it to the floor.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled with a smile.

“Click, click, click,” she imitated. “Can’t you just leave one channel on for five minutes?”

I rolled over to face her in mock battle. “Mind your own business. Go read your trashy romance novel.”

“It’s not trashy!” She lunged at me and we rolled around on the bed in a friendly wrestling match. We did this often, and although with my size and weight advantage I could easily win, I never do. It was just a fun way to blow off steam, and more often than not it ended up in lovemaking. But tonight, for no particular reason, I exerted a bit of strength and pushed her down on her back, holding her arms above her head with one hand and pinning both of her legs down with one of mine. I leaned over her, grinning in victory. To further taunt her, I pulled up her shirt and ran my fingers all over her ticklish stomach.

I had tickled her many times before, but never while holding her down. She giggled for a second, but very soon her laughter changed to groans and her halfhearted yanks to free her hands and legs became long pulls. I watched, transfixed, as her face became flushed and her breathing turned to pants. I kept up my caresses, not allowing her movement until, much to my surprise, she turned her head to the side and tried to contain a squeal of delight, one that signaled an orgasm. When her body finally stopped bucking, I released my hold and gently caressed her hair, until she finally regained her strength.

“Oh, my,” she said, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.

“What was that all about? I’ve never gotten that type of response just from tickling you.”

“It wasn’t the tickling,” she said slowly, as if she were figuring things out while she was talking about them. “It was you holding me down. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop you. I felt like I was your captive, and I liked it.”

The very idea of Claudia tied hand and foot to the bed suddenly flashed into my mind’s eye. My cock, which had grown half hard watching Claudia’s erotic display moments ago, now grew to full length as I imagined her bound and helpless.

“Maybe you’d like to try a little more tomorrow?” I asked.

She smiled her warmest smile. “What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see.”

The next morning we both had plans, so we rose early and got ready to go out. Neither of us mentioned the night before until we were walking out the door. “I hope you got a lot of restful sleep last night,” I said. “I think you’ll be up for a while tonight.” She smiled at me and scurried to her car.

It was difficult to enjoy the company of my friends while thinking of the evening’s possibilities. My mind was elsewhere much of the time. When we finally parted ways that afternoon, I made it home in record time. Even though I knew Claudia wouldn’t be there just yet, I wanted to prepare a few things.

The wine was chilled and a meal was on the table when Claudia arrived. We chatted idly as we ate, both of us very aware that dinner was merely a precursor to the main event. I did everything possible to extend the meal and the conversation, trying to raise the anticipation level to flash point, but after coffee and a few minutes of fidgeting, I took Claudia’s hand and led her into the bedroom.

I stepped behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. “Relax,” I whispered. “Close your eyes.” She followed my instructions, letting me remove her shirt and pants. Dressed only in her strapless bra and skimpy panties, she looked amazing, as fine as a marble sculpture. I took her hand and led her to the bed, telling her to keep her eyes closed. I helped her lie back and pulled a soft cotton rope from the nightstand. Looping it around her right wrist, I tied it off quickly to the bedpost and repeated the process with her left wrist. I kissed her softly and told her to open her eyes.

Claudia looked up at her secured wrists before testing the knots, tentatively at first, and then harder, until it was obvious to us both that she wasn’t going to be able to free herself. “So,” she said with a bit of challenge in her voice, “what do you have in store for me?”

“Oh, I’m not done tying you down, young lady.” She watched as I climbed off the bed and retrieved the other two lengths of rope. I removed her shoes and gently spread her legs apart, tying a cord around each of her ankles and fastening the opposite end to the corners of the bed. When I finished securing the last knot, I took a moment to enjoy the view of this beautiful woman lying helplessly before me. Although the very thought of this image had aroused me to no end, I had no idea how powerful the sight of her bound figure would be.

Lowering my mouth to her thigh, I began to kiss, nibble and lick softly. I’m not sure if Claudia was expecting such a gentle start, but she gasped and I felt the bed creak as she pulled at her bonds. My hands traced little light circles over her lower leg and her other thigh, causing gooseflesh to break out. She was signaling me to go faster, to touch her firmly, but I took my time, driving her to distraction with my teasing.

I slid slowly up her body, avoiding her dripping wet cunt, and traced a moist path over her belly with my tongue. Reaching her breasts, I could see her hard nipples poking up through the fabric of her bra. I kissed them each very light, pulling away every time Claudia arched her back in a vain attempt to convince me to remove her bra and take them in my mouth. We danced this way for several minutes until Claudia realized that she had to go at my speed. With a frustrated growl, she settled back and absorbed every bit of the limited touch that I offered.

After listening to her groan and grunt for a while longer, I slid my hands under her torso and unclasped the bra. I tossed it aside and began to tease and taunt her breasts, squeezing and kissing them, but making sure that I avoided her swollen nipples. She twisted endlessly, desperate to get one of them into my mouth, but her bondage was stringent enough that she lacked the necessary freedom of movement. To fuel her fire, I let my right hand stray down to her soaking crotch, where I let it rest directly over her clit. She humped toward it, wanting to be stroked, but I kept only the lightest pressure there. She finally fell backwards, completely exhausted. Just as she did, I gripped her panties and ripped them off, applying firm pressure to her clit while at the same time taking her left nipple between my lips and sucking on it.

Her body went taut as the pleasurable sensations flowed through her. She had never responded with such vigor, such passion. She babbled nonsensically and thrashed her head back and forth on the pillows as I pushed her toward orgasm. I was enjoying the power I had over her, knowing I could tease her forever or make her come at my leisure. The realization that I controlled her passion thoroughly excited me, and my cock, which was already rock hard, seemed to swell even further.

I slid two fingers into her pussy and ground my thumb roughly against her clit, and I bit down on her nipple at the same time. Claudia’s cunt gripped my fingers and the bed began to rock as she came with tidal force. A wail started deep in her throat and exploded from her mouth, and she sustained it as I kept her riding the roller coaster of orgasm. Finally, she sagged back and I withdrew my hand, lying next to her as her breathing slowed. I made no move to untie her.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me with fatigued satisfaction. “Wow,” she breathed. “That was intense.”

“There’s more where that came from. Are you okay?”

Claudia nodded at me, so I straddled her restrained body and slid my cock, which was still fully erect, toward her face. She opened her mouth wide to receive me. It took a moment to adjust to the odd angle, but I was able to place the tip at her lips. Claudia’s tongue darted out and she licked off a drop of pre come before sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft.

Claudia always sucked my cock better than any woman I had ever known, but at that point she seemed to be trying even harder. Her head strained off the pillows as she gulped down more and more of my member, sliding her tongue along the bottom and using just the right amount of pressure on the shaft. It didn’t take very long for the come to boil in my balls, and I began to stroke my cock in and out. She sensed my impending explosion and tightened her lips, and when I slid my shaft into her mouth and pressed my balls against her chin, she let out a moan that vibrated through my crotch and triggered my orgasm.

As I shot my load down her throat, she manipulated my cock with her lips and tongue, milking me. For a moment I was the helpless one, unwilling and unable to pull away as she used my cock for her pleasure. The blinding sensation went on and on, until I simply had no more to give and pulled out. Despite my exhaustion, I kissed her for several minutes until I realized that I was still hard. My hand slid down Claudia’s belly. Her cunt was running like a stream.

I rose once more and settled between her spread legs, my cock pressing against her thigh. She raised her hips willingly, but I settled for several long, deep kisses. Our tongues meshed and she began to heave back and forth on the bed, trying to find a way to get my cock inside her. Her body was sliding against mine, and when I could no longer resist her, I moved down ever so slightly and entered her to the hilt.

Claudia groaned, a deep, rich noise born solely of passion. I started to move and moan as well as her cunt lips seemed to pull me in deeper. I sucked her nipples, alternating every few seconds as I became more and more frenzied, until it was impossible to keep my mouth near her breasts. Her hands tugged at the ropes as she tried to grasp my asscheeks and pull me in further, as she loved to do, but the restraints were secure, and another blast of passion enveloped her as she realized once again just how helpless she was. I gently grasped her head in my hands and managed to kiss her.

I held off as long as I could, relishing the moment, enjoying the overwhelming passion. But despite my recent orgasm, I felt a second one fast approaching. I sped up, and my powerful strokes seemed to push Claudia over the edge at the same time. Hearing the squeal of pleasure that she emitted, I came again. Unlike the sudden bolt that signaled my first orgasm, this one was richer, more intense, and my entire body and soul seemed to pour into it. It lasted forever, and Claudia came right along with me, fighting the ropes while working to draw every ounce of ecstasy from our lovemaking.

When I finally collapsed, I barely had the presence of mind to release the cords binding Claudia before I tangled myself in her arms. We woke several hours later and talked at length about our first bondage experience and what it had done for us. If possible, Claudia’s response was even more favorable than mine. We discussed trying other partners along this sexual route, ravenous to learn more about something that had made a very good relationship that much better.

YULETIDE THRILLS FOR LOVERS WHO UNWRAP EXTRA SPECIAL PRESENTS

Now that the holiday season is upon us, with the attendant hustle and bustle as people brave the elements and battle the crowds to shop for Christmas gifts, I’m thinking back to last December and the fun Todd and I had with the sensual presents we exchanged. They were, I guess you’d say, different, not the usual items one would expect to find under the tree.

You see, a little over two years ago my husband and I started experimenting with bondage, discovering as we went along just how arousing and satisfying this pleasure variation was for the both of us. As we became more knowledgeable and refined our respective techniques, we decided to invest in some high quality bondage paraphernalia. After all, there’s only so much you can do with old neckties, a tattered blindfold left over from a Halloween masquerade party and cheap tinny handcuffs from a novelty store.

But as we began browsing online, we quickly discovered that the good stuff was not cheap, so we decided that we would buy the items that appealed to us and give them to each other at Christmas as a surprise. So last year I received a fabulous penis gag, a pretty pink blindfold made of synthetic fleece and nipple clamps, the basic set for beginners. I gave Todd chrome colored stainless steel handcuffs, which had caught his eye when we’d browsed online, and a black leather cockring and ball stretcher that complemented the studded black leather collar I’d gotten him the previous Christmas.

Of course, under the tree were the more traditional gifts as well, including pretty lingerie and jewelry for me and a sweater and ties and a new golf cap for my husband. With all the gifts opened, we were ready to play with our toys, but whose would we try out first? Although the kinky thrills I experience when I’m put in bondage are beyond words, I also take great delight in being in control, and that Christmas morning I was feeling more dominant than submissive. Not surprisingly, I got no argument from my husband when I dangled his manly handcuffs in front of him. I say “manly” because his restraints are in delightful contrast to my lovely soft leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

The first thing I did was to order Todd out of his pajamas. Once he was naked, his cock already fully erect, I secured his hands behind his back with the stainless steel cuffs, which look just like the ones the police use. The next item I grabbed was the cockring and scrotum stretcher, which took me a few minutes to get the hang of. Especially tricky was the snap closing cylinder that stretches the scrotum, forcing the balls down.

“Man, this is really cool,” my husband said, looking down at his newly arranged genitals. “The pressure’s intense. Feels weird. Good weird, you know?”

I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t about to dwell on it as I was already thinking of the blindfold, collar and leash, all of which were in our toy box in the bedroom. I bounded up the stairs, leaving my husband standing next to our Christmas tree in his new toys, and returned minutes later with his black leather blindfold, matching collar and an ordinary doggy leash we had picked up during one of our flea market expeditions. When he was fully “dressed” I stepped back to admire my man, telling him he had never looked better. And then my dripping pussy told me it was time to make use of Todd’s magical tongue.

Taking hold of the leash I had attached to his collar, I tugged on it and, like a good boy, my husband dropped immediately to his knees in front of me. Moments later, with my flannel pajamas resting on the floor atop my husband’s, I was relishing the feel of his hot mouth feasting on my steamy sex. Todd loves cunnilingus and performs it really well, but never better than when he’s in bondage. Looking right down at him as he lovingly licked and kissed my pussy, his tongue trailing up and down my slit, poking inside, laving my sensitive clit, I savored the sense of raw power that coursed through me.

From having been in my husband’s position, I knew that he was in that dreamy state of contentment, glorying in his helplessness, the scintillating awareness of his vulnerability keeping him turned on. Remembering what he’d ordered me to do the last time he’d been in control, I turned around and bent over, his signal to give me a thorough ass bath with his tongue. With a funny sound that seemed to rumble up from deep in his throat, he got busy doing my butt.

My knees were rubbery by the time I straightened up and turned around, my nipples were pebble hard and my pussy was even hotter and wetter than before. I needed to be fucked. Now.

“Do you want to fuck me, Todd?” I asked in as stern a tone as I could manage given my craving for his big cock, more enticing than ever, trussed as it was.

“Oh God, yes,” he answered breathlessly. “Please let me. Please.”

A tug on his leash and Todd was on his feet again, dutifully following me up the stairs and into our bedroom, where I unclipped his leash and ordered him onto the bed. I carefully removed his blindfold, simply because I love the look of wild craving in his eyes when we’re about to have sex. Then I removed his new handcuffs, securing his wrists together over his head with cotton clothesline that I tied to the headboard. Finally, I got him out of the cock and ball stretcher, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. I paused then, idly stroking my soaking pussy as I knelt on the bed and savored the sight of my handsome husband in his slave collar and bound to the bed, my eyes fixing on the gloriously hard cock that was entirely for me.

When I couldn’t hold off a moment longer, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Todd. Taking hold of his rigid cock, I aligned it with my pussy and slowly sank down onto it. God, it was so good. Instinctively, my husband started thrusting his hips up to get into me even more, but pinching each of his nipples hard put a stop to that. I thought about going downstairs for the nipple clamps, sure that my husband would derive as much wicked pleasure from them as I knew I would, but I wasn’t about to lose the fat, juicy cock I was sitting on, not for a second.

I began riding Todd’s swollen organ, my buttocks bobbing up and down, up and down, as I slowly and then with more urgency fucked myself with it. Every so often I’d pause and sit upright on him while I fingered my clit or probed my asshole. Then again I’d be posting on his manhood, relishing its hardness as it slid deep up inside me. Befitting his current status as my personal sex pet, Todd remained silent, save for the occasional grunt or escaped gasp of sensual pleasure.

I wanted the moment to last forever and tried to keep myself reasonably in check, but then it all became too much and I exploded in orgasm, letting out a heathenish cry of pure delight as lightning bolts of pleasure rocked my body. The convulsing of my pussy set off Todd’s orgasm, one so intense that his bucking hips all but unseated me as he strained mightily against his bonds.

Once we’d both come back to ourselves, I removed Todd’s collar and freed him from the clothesline. We cuddled in bed then, until I started thinking about my Christmas gifts. In my mind’s eye I saw Todd putting the pretty blindfold over my eyes, then stuffing my mouth with the cockgag and, finally, driving me wild with our new nipple clamps as I knelt in naked surrender at his feet. With my pussy suddenly all warm and wet again, I suggested to my husband that we go back downstairs and try on some of our other gifts. And somehow he knew that I wasn’t referring to the pretty blouse he’d given me or the turtleneck I’d given him.

Ms. Lois K., Boston, Massachusetts

HE’S ALL TIED UP, AND AT THE MERCY OF TWO WOMEN

It was almost our anniversary, and I wanted to give my husband, Paul, a present that he would never forget. So, as he lay naked on the bed, I tied his hands to the headboard with an old pair of stockings and covered his eyes with a blindfold. I then moved down to his feet, noting that his cock was getting hard and his breathing growing heavier as I bound him just as I had a hundred times before. However, he had no idea what he was in for this time I had planned a special surprise.

I’m sure that he heard me rustling around the room getting ready and felt the movement of the bed as I got close to him. I knew he felt my lips pressing against his and my tongue exploring his mouth. Then he gasped and his body jerked when he felt a second set of lips kissing its way up his inner thighs. My tongue was now playfully darting in and out of his ear, licking gently as I whispered, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

A huge smile came over his face as I removed the blindfold and he saw another woman lying between his legs, licking and kissing his thighs. He tried to reach for me and then realized that he couldn’t because his hands were still tied tight. Katie raised her head, and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she was more than ready to get started. She got up from the bed and started unbuttoning her silky white blouse. I had never been with a woman before, but the idea of giving Paul this present was so erotic that I couldn’t resist.

Paul and I knew Katie from our country club, and I knew that he found her attractive. Thirty something and divorced, she had short black hair, blue eyes and a terrific figure. She and I had been talking in the locker room one day when I happened to mention my idea for Paul’s special gift, and to my surprise, she offered to help. Since I couldn’t think of another woman I’d rather make love to, I accepted immediately.

Paul and I watched as Katie slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a tightly laced white corset with a demi cup bra. Her breasts were very firm and I could see her hard nipples, which didn’t have any material covering them. Paul was entranced by the image before him, and his cock grew very hard. As Katie stripped, I slid my hand down his stomach and touched it, making him moan as I stroked him nice and slow.

Katie soon stood in front of Paul wearing only the white corset that exposed her breasts, nylon stockings and a pair of very spiky high heeled shoes. She dangled her large tits over his face and just barely touched her nipple to his lips, which stiffened when he licked it gently. Then he took the hard nub into his mouth and sucked. My pussy tightened as I watched him work her breast and heard the wonderful sucking noises he was making. Then Katie pulled away and set her sights on me. My husband pulled at his bonds, desperate for further contact, but she wouldn’t give him what he so obviously craved.

It was now my turn to strip, and the thought of doing it for another woman was making me very horny. Still staring at me, Katie moved back between Paul’s legs. His eyes, meanwhile, were torn between me as I stripped and Katie’s lips, which were wrapped around his cockhead. I unzipped my short black skirt and let it fall to the floor, and Paul’s smile got really big when he saw the garter belt holding up my black stockings. I bent over and his eyes followed the seams up the backs of my legs, starting at my spiky black shoes and going all the way to the tops of my thighs to the small thong that just barely covered my shaved pussy. I took off my sweater but left my lacy camisole on. My nipples protruded through the thin material.

I got on the bed and Katie pulled the lace top off me, leaving my large breasts bare. I started kissing my way up Paul’s inner thigh while she licked his cock. Reaching his balls, I kissed gently and slowly, teasing him, knowing that tied up as he was, there wasn’t anything he could do to make me work faster. I took one ball inside my mouth and sucked, and Katie followed suit by taking his entire length down her throat. All Paul could do was throw back his head and mutter, “Oh, fuck, yes,” over and over.

Katie bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could as she tried to suck the come from his cock. I licked his balls and slid my tongue closer to his ass, leaving no territory unexplored. Just as I thought he was going to come all over Katie’s face, she stopped and began licking his cock gently again, sliding her wet tongue up and down. I thought he was going to go insane since he was unable to touch the sexy woman slurping on his dick. But he managed to contain himself, watching every move her tongue made as patiently as he could. I slid my tongue back to lick his balls.

Katie moved over to my mouth and met my tongue with hers. It forced its way between my lips and probed inside. As our tongues continued to dance on my husband’s cock and balls, hers kept finding its way back into my mouth.

Moving me away from my husband, Katie reached for my breasts. Paul still had a good view of everything she was doing to me, but I could see that it was frustrating him that he couldn’t join in the fun. His cock was very hard and pre come was dripping from the tip. I’m sure he longed to stroke it as he stared at her hands caressing my heaving tits.

Katie’s mouth moved toward my nipple and when it made contact, shivers ran all the way down to my cunt. I heard a loud moan and was shocked to know it had come from my lips. Similar moans came from my husband as Katie licked and sucked me hard. My hands reached toward her breasts to squeeze them and roll her nipples between my fingers. Then her mouth slid from my tits down to my stomach, and I thrust up my hips. I could feel her hot breath on my pussy and when her tongue touched my clit, I thought I would explode.

Paul urged us on as Katie’s tongue licked up and down my wet pussy, making me squirm. I could almost see his cock throbbing as he pleaded for me to untie him so he could jerk himself off. But I was too close to coming from Katie’s ministrations on my wet pussy to stop long enough to let him loose. Her tongue twisted and circled around my clit, and then it pushed deep inside me, in and out. Her long red nails slid over my skin as she licked me, and my hips bucked faster as I felt my pussy start to tighten. God, it felt so good.

Paul couldn’t stand just watching and kept begging me to untie him. He even asked Katie if she would do it, thinking that she might take mercy on him, but she ignored his pleas as well. As he looked on, helpless to do anything else, we moved into a sixty nine position and she continued to lick me while I got my first taste of another woman. I copied what she was doing to my pussy, which included licking and sucking her clit and driving my tongue into her hole. Soon she was moaning as loudly as I was.

All this was making me nuts, and I had to come. I let go with a tremendous orgasm, hearing Paul groan somewhere in the background as I sent a flow of juices into Katie’s mouth. She quickly followed, and I swallowed down the deluge that she produced. It was an all around incredible experience, and as my husband told me later, he had never seen anything quite so erotic, especially from that close up. He said it was like watching a movie, though, since he could look but not touch.

Once Katie and I were both thoroughly satisfied, I told her that it was time to give Paul the rest of his gift. With his arms still tied to the bedposts, I nibbled on his nipples while she took his straining dick into her mouth. After sucking and licking for a few minutes, she held still and let him drive his length down her throat. While he fucked Katie’s face, I continued playing with his nipples and reached down to massage his balls.

I figured that Paul couldn’t hold out much longer by that point, and I was right. He started shooting his cream in Katie’s mouth, but she pulled off so that the rest of his load landed all over her beautiful tits. He writhed in his bonds until the last few drops of come dribbled from the tip of his dick and he slumped back on the bed, exhausted. Katie finished by putting on a little show. She ran her fingers through the sticky white goo covering her chest and then sucked them clean. I have never been so turned on in my life.

Katie showered, got dressed and wished us both a happy anniversary before she left. I untied Paul and curled up in his arms, happy to feel them around me once again. We opened our gifts the next morning and he smiled when he saw the nylon and velcro cuffs I had bought. I’m sure that gift will bring us wonderful pleasure for years to come. Ms. Susannah W., Bay City, Michigan

EAGER TO PLEASE, SHE PUTS HERSELF IN BONDAGE FOR HER BOYFRIEND

Matthew and I had been living together for five months when I stumbled across his interesting collection of bondage magazines. I didn’t say anything to him, but whenever he went out of town on business I would excitedly look through the magazines, getting so turned on I could hardly stand it. I read and reread letters about woman being tied up in various positions. And the accompanying photos made me soak my panties!

I always wound up in the bedroom, masturbating like crazy as I pictured myself in bondage like the women in Matthew’s magazines. My orgasms, stronger than any I’d ever experienced, would leave me shaking from head to toe and weeping with joy. Finally, I decided to make my fantasies a reality and put myself in bondage for my lover, whom I already knew would be delighted by my decision.

I was able to find everything I needed in the neighborhood mall and at an adult boutique nearby. I bought dog collars, white rope, plastic bundling ties, a ball gag, a blindfold and handcuffs. I also treated myself to a sexy new outfit.

On a Friday evening, about forty five minutes before Matthew was due home, I left him a note in the front hall and then went downstairs to the recreation room. I was dressed in my new outfit: black stockings with lace tops, black garter belt and panties, a lacy black half slip, a beautiful black dress and black high heels. The dress, a satin sheath with black lace overlay, was low cut, so my lover would have easy access to my ample breasts.

Standing with my back against the support pole in the middle of the room, I tied my legs together at my ankles and knees with the white rope, which I thought contrasted nicely with my all black ensemble. Then I secured my ankles and knees to the pole with two of the dog collars, which I had previously secured to the pole with the bundling ties. Next, I stuffed the ball gag into my mouth and then secured my neck to the pole with the largest of the dog collars. I checked my wristwatch and then blindfolded myself. Matthew would be home in fifteen minutes and find me waiting for him in bondage.

The handcuffs dangled from my right wrist, and all that remained was for me to snap them in place behind my back, between me and the pole, which I would do when I heard the front door open upstairs. I had hidden the key to the handcuffs in the empty battery compartment of a vibrating butt plug, now resting comfortably inside my rectum, and I knew Matthew would have fun trying to find it.

The minutes passed and then, finally, I heard the door open and Matthew call out my name. Quickly, I fastened the cuffs behind my back, thinking that he was probably reading the note telling him where to find me. In eager anticipation, with my heart beating fast, I waited . . .

“Oh, my God!” I heard my lover exclaim. “Baby, what have you gone and done?” I heard his footsteps as he approached me. “I’ve never seen you look more sexy.” I could imagine the look of surprise and delight on his handsome face as pulled my breasts out of the dress and began massaging them, tweaking the sensitive nipples. “You can’t know how often I’ve fantasized about seeing you in bondage.”

Matthew lifted the blindfold up over my eyes and then kissed me on the nose, saying that he loved me. Then he walked slowly around me, saying he couldn’t believe I had done all this for him and complimenting me on my ingenuity and dexterity. “You found my magazines, didn’t you?” he asked. I mumbled through the ball gag and my lover chuckled. “Had I known you’d be this interested in bondage, I would have come right out and suggested it.”

After a few more minutes spent admiring me in bondage, Matthew set about freeing me. “You look wonderful, baby,” he said, “but I can’t get at your pussy and ass like this.” He removed the blindfold completely, took the ball gag out of my mouth and then loosened the collars. Finally, he untied the white ropes.

“You won’t believe how horny I am,” I said as my lover urged me down onto my knees, unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock. With my wrists still cuffed behind my back, I opened wide and let Matthew stick his manhood in my mouth. In no time he was fucking my face, his strong, work toughened hands holding my head still as he sawed his hard on in and out of my eager mouth. I wondered if he intended to come in that orifice. I hoped not, because my pussy and asshole needed immediate attention.

After I’d sucked on my lover’s cock until it was just dripping with saliva, he helped me up and then walked me over to the large rectangular table near our big screen television. Standing behind me, he ran his hands up and down and all over my body, eventually lifting up my dress and half slip to caress my stock inged thighs and pantied bottom. He chuckled when he discovered the small vibrator in my asshole. “How am I suppose to fuck her ass with that thing blocking the way,” he wondered aloud. I told him all he had to do was remove it and replace it with his cock.

Turning me around to face him, Matthew removed the black dress and the half slip the panties, stockings and garter belt remained. He then draped me facedown over the table and used some of the rope to secure my ankles to the table legs. Running a hand up between my legs, he grabbed my crotch and gasped. “Wow, you really are hot. Your panties are soaked, baby.”

“Fuck me, honey,” I said. “I need it real bad.”

“Pussy or ass?” Matthew asked.

“Both,” I answered. “Do my pussy first and then my butt hole.”

Draped over the table with my hands cuffed behind my back, I felt a shiver of desire run up my spine as my lover tugged down my soggy panties. Then, carefully, he removed the vibrating plug from my rear hole and placed it on the table. He asked if I was ready for him and I practically screamed my response, wanting him to know that I was more than ready. Before entering me, Matthew put the ball gag back in my mouth and secured the blindfold around my head. “Now we’re all set,” he said happily.

The feel of his cock sliding all the way inside my pussy was almost enough to start me coming. I moaned around the ball gag as my lover fucked me with steady, even strokes, and with the blindfold in place and my hands secured behind my back, my feet tied to the table legs, it became perfectly clear why the girls in his bondage magazines all wore happy expressions. To submit like this to a man you loved was simply beautiful, I thought. There was no pain, just joy at surrendering yourself completely.

I had two delicious orgasms before Matthew withdrew his cock from my super slick pussy and stuffed it in my tight ass. I came almost immediately. I’d always welcomed his cock in my rear passage, enjoying the nastiness of it all, but now it was especially exciting because I was being ass fucked while in bondage. That lent a whole new dimension of wickedness to the act.

Matthew continued running his cock in and out of my behind until he shot his semen into my rectum, which caused me to come once again. Breathing hard, he slumped over my back and after a minute or so removed the ball gag. “How was that?” he asked. “Good, huh?”

“Better than good, sweetheart,” I answered. “It was wonderful.”

Since then, bondage in one form or another has become an important part of our sex play. Matthew and I read bondage magazines together and he has taken great pleasure in educating me about all the different types of restraints. We’re always looking for new and unusual ways to play, so if we see something in a magazine that piques our interest, a piece of equipment or a novel method of restraint, we’ll experiment with it first chance we get.

Truly, bondage is beautiful. And I think for most girls all it would take to get them started is a good bondage magazine, or two or three. I mean, look what happened to me when I found my lover’s magazines!

Ms. Meredith E., Via E Mail

THE GAMES GIRLS PLAY KEEP THEIR GUYS TIED BY THEIR SIDES

On a recent Saturday night, my wife, Melissa, her best friend, Beth, and I went to a local bistro for dinner, where we ran into an old friend. Robert was sitting at the bar by himself drinking a beer, so when we invited him to join us he accepted. We all ordered dinner, and we were halfway into our appetizers when Melissa nudged me under the table and motioned to our friend, who had been flirting up a storm. It took me a minute to remember that Beth and Robert had dated in the past, and I knew that my wife had hoped they would end up as happily married as we were. Little did we know then just how tight they would end up being.

After we were done with our dessert and coffee, we all went back to our apartment. On the way there, Melissa and Beth came up with a little game for us to play, and they explained the rules. After all of the flirting that had been going on, neither of us was surprised that this game was sexual in nature, and we eagerly agreed to go along with their plan.

When we got inside, we went right to the bedroom. “Okay, both of you undress,” Melissa said, her voice sterner than I d ever heard it before. Intrigued, we heeded her command.

I tried not to look too closely at Robert when we had finally both stripped, though I couldn t help glancing at his cock, which was as stiff as mine. Meanwhile, Melissa took a pair of nylon stockings from her dresser drawer and wrapped up each one as though it was rope. Quickly, I got the picture, and my excitement grew exponentially.

“We don t think we can trust you two to keep your hands to yourselves,” Beth explained, as Melissa handed her one of the rolled up stockings. “Now, get on the bed, on your backs.”

I followed Robert onto the mattress, noting that his grin and his erection was as big as mine. Then, when we were in position, the women took our arms and lifted them over our heads. Melissa tied Robert s wrists together, using the rest of the stocking to attach them to the bedpost. I was really happy that he went first, so I could watch closely. Then Beth did the same thing to my wrists. My balls throbbed at feeling the nylon against my skin, and at the realization that the knots she made were so tight that I couldn t get away, no matter how hard I tugged.

As I tested my bonds, I couldn t help noticing that Robert s cock was leaking pre come. He was obviously getting off on having his hands tied, as was I. And it didn t hurt matters any that the two best looking women in the neighborhood were now undressing right in front of us. They were naked in record time, and as we admired their tits and asses, I m sure that Robert was wishing as much as I was that there was some way we could touch them.

However, the girls took care of that. They came over to the bed and climbed on, running their hands over our bodies. I could tell they were trying to drive us crazy, especially when Melissa started teasing my balls with her long nails. She knew perfectly well that was one of my favorite things, but it tickled something fierce. Usually I can stop her from doing it too much, but with my hands tied above my head and her sitting on my legs, I was her captive.

Meanwhile, Beth was playing with Robert s chest, pinching his nipples and pulling them hard. He was crying out with pleasure, obviously enjoying the sensations she was causing. And, just like me, he couldn t control the stimulation he was receiving, and his cock jerked with each pinch of his nubs. I could tell that if his hands were free, he d grab Beth and impale her on his dick and give her a thorough fucking.

We both desperately wanted to fuck and begged the women to let us, but they just smiled at our frustration and said they loved the sight of two strong men tied to the bedposts and rendered helpless. They moved all up and down our bodies and even switched back and forth between us, and it drove me crazy to feel Beth s moist cunt as it slid over my stomach and hips. The tease was so great that I was relieved when they finally agreed to sit on our faces so that we could lick their pussies.

They moved up and straddled our mouths, and I couldn t see Robert anymore because Beth s hips were blocking my view. In fact, I couldn t see anything as she smothered my face with her cunt and ass. It was such a wonderful position to be in, with her knees pressed against the sides of my chest it was the closest I d ever come to feeling totally helpless, and as the smell and feel of her sex overwhelmed me, I realized how much I liked it.

My cock was now rock hard and bobbing against my body of its own will. I could feel it oozing pre come and dripping all over my abdomen. As I ate the pussy of my wife s best friend, my hard on felt cold, surrounded by nothing but air, and I wanted someone, anyone, to do something with it. More than anything, I wanted to grab Beth and move her down so that she could ride my dick, but that wasn t to be, at least, not yet.

The teasing torture continued in a new way as the girls traded places once again. Now I had the different but just as wonderful taste of Melissa in my mouth as I moved my tongue hard and fast against her aroused cunt. I flicked it against her clit, feeling her squirm above me, and heard feminine moans from beside me as Robert apparently did the same to Beth.

I knew that my friend was enjoying himself because when the girls had shifted, I d caught a glimpse of his erection. Like mine, it was hard and bobbing up and down. However, there was so much moisture on his belly that I wondered if he d already come just from having Melissa s pussy on his mouth. It was definitely possible, considering all the stimulation that we were both receiving.

Thoughts like this raced through my mind as I kept licking the wet cunt that was covering my face. Then, just when I was getting delirious from eating my sexy wife, she pulled off my mouth, leaving me with a sudden chill as the wetness on my lips met the cool air. The girls smiled wickedly at each other again, and Robert looked like he was fighting against his bonds in an effort to grab Beth and lap at her delicious pussy once more.

I wondered what new torture the girls had in store, and was pleased to discover that wasn t in their plans. Instead, they moved down and didn t stop until they were both below our cocks. Reaching for them simultaneously, they held them up and away from our bodies. I looked at our big, hard pricks, feeling sort of proud, and then I watched, unable to do much else, as the girls rose up on their knees and quickly lowered their cunts onto our dicks.

My shaft disappeared into Melissa s hot tunnel as Robert s was buried deep inside Beth. Then they began moving with synchronized motions, lifting themselves up and letting themselves down, forcing Robert and me to moan with ecstasy. He began urging them on, and his dirty talk was taking me away. I watched them bouncing over our prone bodies, their asses slamming against our thighs with each downward slide, and my fingers itched to reach out and grab my wife. Instead, I just stared at her looming over me, her heavy breasts as gorgeous as ever, her smooth stomach undulating with the exertion of riding my cock. And she was riding me hard, which forced me to buck up and strain against my bonds, making me feel like I had no control under her enormous power.

Once I got that idea in my mind, there was no way I could hold back. My balls exploded and I shot a hot load right into Melissa s cunt. Then, as my cries filled the room, the rest of the group followed suit. Robert released his cream into Beth as both women continued writhing above us, and it seemed like none of us might ever come back down to earth.

When it was over the girls untied us and we all got dressed. Then we went down to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Even though we had just eaten a few hours before, I was so hungry I ate like a pig. It seems that all that fucking had helped me work up an appetite.

As we ate, I still had the sensation that my wife s stocking was tied around my wrists, and my cock began rising once more. I d had no idea just how much I d like being bound and I brought up the subject to the group. Robert felt the same way and we decided that we would make this a regular activity. We ve gotten together many times since that first night, and don t think that we always let Melissa and Beth take charge. We ve cooked up some pretty hot scenes for the women as well, though we also let them have their own games sometimes. As they say, all s fair in love and war, but especially love, I guess.

Mr. Ben W., Baltimore, Maryland

Knight Takes Queen

When people talk about the best places to meet women, you usually hear the gym, the supermarket or even one of those bookstores with coffee bars. Close to last on the list, I suspect, would be a chess club. But that s exactly where I met my girlfriend and where my sexual odyssey began.

I attended law school at a prestigious university. When I was first accepted, I had visions of being the next Clarence Darrow. Unfortunately, before you can dazzle a jury with verbal fireworks, you have to study some of the driest topics known to man. Torts, civil procedure, bankruptcy law, rules of evidence, the list goes on. I stuck with it, though, and it was in the fall of my last year that I noticed, tacked to a bulletin board in the student center, a flyer asking for people to join a chess club. I ve always enjoyed chess and found it to be the perfect thing to clear the detritus of legalese cluttering up my brain. I hadn t been able to find anyone to play with, though, and simply played against my computer.

I went to the place at the time mentioned on the flyer, a room in a little used wing of the library. There were about a dozen people already there, your basic collection of post grads and a few professors, pretty much what I d expected. There was one exception: a stunningly beautiful woman who sat alone, staring down at a board.

The president of the club greeted me warmly and I paid the five dollar fee, signed my name and was told to find a partner. I surveyed the room and saw that the only person not already involved in a game was the woman. I asked the president why she wasn t playing with anyone. He laughed and replied, “She s too good. If you want to take her on, it s your funeral.”

Thinking more with my swelling dick than with my brain, I sat down opposite her. It took her a moment to look up at me. It was then I realized who she was Zara, the whiz kid.

She was a legend at our university. Originally from the Ukraine (she had emigrated as a teenager), Zara graduated from college at eighteen. She was already finished with law school and had since spent a year clerking for a federal judge. Now she was working on her doctorate in history, so she could become a law professor. The student body regarded her with a mixture of fascination and disdain. Fascination because as intelligent as she was, she was also gorgeous, and disdain because she didn t seem to fit in to the social order. Lots of guys had made their play for her, but had been shot down in spectacular fashion. Some of the self supposed Lotharios had dubbed her “The Red Baron.”

So I was nervous when I learned her identity. I had seen her around campus, but had never dreamed of talking to her. Now I was sitting right across a chessboard from her.

“I m Zara,” she said, in a faintly Slavic accent.

“Jerry,” I said, and since I was sitting in front of white, I moved first, king s pawn to king s pawn four, and punched the time clock.

With only a momentary pause, Zara responded by moving her king s bishop s pawn two spaces ahead.

“Ah, the Sicilian defense,” I said softly. I looked up at her, and I almost shuddered. Her eyes looked as I imagined a cat s might right before it swallowed a canary.

We played the game. She was good no, she was outstanding, the best player I d ever come across. Though I was clearly outclassed, I managed to put up a good fight, and it was about an hour later that I lost my queen and was quickly mated thereafter.

“Good game,” she said, politely offering her hand.

“You re brilliant,” I gushed. The game had focused my energies so much that I was heady. I spoke without thinking. “Would you like to play again, or would you like to go grab a slice of pizza?”

Zara s eyes danced, her nose crinkled. Like a man standing on railroad tracks, looking into the lights of an oncoming train, I waited for some withering comment to put me in my place. Instead she smiled and said, “That would be great.”

We went to the local pizzeria and shared a pie and a pitcher of beer. Zara turned out to be great company very funny and charming. She asked me a lot of questions about myself and was a good listener. In return, she told me how she had left the Soviet Union. When I felt comfortable with her, I asked her why she had agreed to go out with me.

She smiled slyly and said, “Well, you re the best chess player I ve come across since I ve been here. And,” she laughed, “I was hungry.”

I walked Zara home that night, and we exchanged an innocent but lingering kiss before she ascended the stoop to her building. Before I left, she looked back and said, “See you at the next chess meeting.”

I made sure I was at that next meeting. She was there, and again we played. This time I tried the Nimzo Indian defense, but it was no use. She was too good. It was a spirited game, though, and after it was over I again asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. She said she had a better idea and invited me over to her place. “I ll make you an authentic Ukrainian dinner,” she said.

I jumped at the chance, and we went to her apartment. She made a fine meal. I m not sure what it was called, but it was good. She opened a bottle of wine and we talked like old friends.

When she was pouring the last of the wine into my glass, Zara looked at me and said, “Jerry, I like you a lot. I m very attracted to you.”

I had trouble breathing, the wind had been knocked out of me. I sat there, with a comical expression on my face, I m sure. Zara laughed and leaned over and kissed me, her tongue deftly sliding into my mouth. Hesitantly, I put my hands on her shoulders and then slid them down her back as she wrapped her arms around my torso and engaged me in a fierce lip lock. My hands kept going lower until I was cupping her ass.

“Let s go into my bedroom,” she purred, and I stood and let her take me by the hand.

The boudoir of this remarkable lady wasn t influenced by Martha Stewart, that s for sure. Her walls were decorated with old horror movie posters, like The Mummy and Bride of Frankenstein. She moved around the room, putting on a Nine Inch Nails CD and then lighting huge red candles. The room instantly filled with the smell of spiced apples.

That room was to hold many more surprises. Zara slithered onto her bed, patting the spot beside her. “Come and play,” she cooed. I lay down beside her and she started kissing me as she undid the buttons on my shirt. Once it was open enough, she kissed her way across my chest, biting lightly on my nipples, which made me shudder. “Ooh, you re so sensitive,” she giggled. “I like that.” Then she undid the buttons of my jeans and pulled them down and off.

When I was just in my underwear and socks she ever so carefully ran her long fingernails up and down the bulge that my cock was making in my jockeys. It twitched, seeking escape from my clothing. Zara slid off my socks and then painstakingly pulled my shorts down. Free at last, my cock strained forward.

“Do you trust me?” Zara said in a serious tone as she pinned one of my arms against the mattress.

“Uh, sure,” I said. “Why do you ask?” It was then that she pulled from under the bed a length of cloth and I couldn t believe I had missed the other end, which had previously been tied to the bedpost. It looked like the belt from an old flannel bathrobe.

“I like to tie up guys,” she said matter of factly. “I won t hurt you too much.” She then knotted the flannel around my wrist. “If you re a good boy, I ll let you tie me up next time. I enjoy both roles.”

Now, there was a part of me that said run, Jerry, run. But since I was naked and had the promise of mind blowing sex with a wild, beautiful woman, that part of me was shouted down. I simply watched as she tied my other wrist to another belt and then did the same with my ankles. I was immobile.

Zara stood and smiled wickedly. I may have audibly gulped. She proceeded to do a dandy strip show, turning her back to me and unbuttoning her blouse. After taking it off, she then turned around to show me her fine breasts, nearly popping out of a skimpy little bra. Then she shimmied out of her jeans, revealing a matching pair of panties that left little to the imagination. With all the showmanship of Gypsy Rose Lee, Zara unhooked her bra and flung it across the room. She leaned over me, allowing her nipples to graze the surface of my lips. Oh, that felt so good. But then she stood back up and walked across the room. She grabbed one of the candles and returned to stand beside me.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked innocently.

She said nothing but dipped the candle slightly. From about two feet above me, a dash of wax splashed across one of my nipples. I was prepared for searing pain, but actually the sensation of the wax was quite stimulating.

Zara coated both of my nipples with wax and then trailed some in a line down to my navel. I was jerking against my bonds and, interestingly enough, my erect cock did not flag. She noticed this, too. For a second I thought she was going to do a Jackson Pollock number on my genitalia, but she winked at me and put the candle aside. “Not on your first time. Maybe next time.”

She slid next to me then, rubbing her body against mine. She took my earlobe between her teeth and bit lightly. My head was spinning. It was all too much for me to handle, especially when she began lightly scratching her fingernails up and down my chest and stomach, tickling me. Her fingers danced down to my thighs, just barely caressing my skin. She did this all around my groin, but did not touch my cock. It bobbed up and down though, protesting that it was being ignored. A bit of pre come formed on the tip, and Zara swooped down and flicked it away with her tongue.

Then she started playing with my balls. As before, her nails scratched them lightly, then she began fiddling with them. I was panting and sweating, my cock as hard as it had ever been. But Zara was determined to draw this out and kept massaging my sac. Closing my eyes, I focused on the intense sensation and began to drift in a luscious sea of ecstasy.

Suddenly I realized that she had started to stroke my shaft. My eyes opened and I drank in the wondrous sight of Zara pumping my nearly purple cock. She eyed it hungrily, and before I knew it she had plopped it into her mouth. I sang out with bliss and relief. She backed off a bit, sensing I might come, but then resumed. She continued this torture for I don t know how long, occasionally licking my balls and pressing her fingers against my asshole.

I couldn t take much more and started babbling. She laughed and asked me coyly, “Do you want to come, Jerry?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Zara lowered her head and sucked strongly. Although she pulled back her long blonde hair from the side of her head that faced me, her hair cascaded down the other side and brushed against my balls and thighs. I gurgled and announced I was going to come.

She released me for a second and whispered, “Yeah, fill my mouth with it,” then went back to sucking. I came a few seconds later, firing a tremendous spurt down her throat. Some of it spilled out and trickled onto her lips and back down on my cockhead. It was a deliciously decadent sight. Then she crawled atop me and kissed me right on the lips.

I was dizzy as Zara climbed off me and shimmied out of her panties. Then she straddled my torso, tucking the panties under my nose. They smelled better than a bouquet of roses. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, and I did. She stuffed her underwear in my mouth and began sliding her pussy up and down my breastbone. She was so wet that a trail of her excitement coated my chest. Throwing back her head, she began a rhythmic grunting as her movement accelerated, humping my chest faster and faster until she came with a shout.

Zara collapsed beside me and rested against my body. Then she peeled the wax off my chest and stomach and untied my arms and legs. I didn t know what to do next. I thought perhaps we might continue this evening of lovemaking, but she just handed me my clothes. She must have detected some disappointment in my eyes, because she laughed and said, “You can t do everything all at once. We have to save something for next time!” That made me feel better, so I dressed and walked home.

Zara had really tapped into a part of my sexuality that I had never accessed before. I became seized with enthusiasm about seeing her again, and I kept replaying the statement she had made she liked playing both roles.

I went on the Internet and found a web site that sold sex toys. I ordered some cuffs with velcro that connected to nylon straps and, feeling mischievous, I also ordered a blindfold. Two days later the package arrived.

I called Zara and asked her if she wanted to come to my place to play chess. She was hesitant, but I persuaded her to agree. She arrived and, as she stood in my doorway, it was hard to believe this demure looking woman was so kinky. With her blonde ringlets, pale blue eyes, delicate features and ballerina build, she looked more like Heidi than the uninhibited sensualist she was.

I set up the chess board. It was the Franklin Mint Civil War chess set that my grandfather had given me when I was a kid. Zara frowned, saying that she didn t like to play on novelty sets. I insisted, though, and she sat down to play. I played the Confederacy, and having spent a couple of days ignoring my law books to read a Pandolfini chess guide, I was ready for her. I seized the initiative and used Reti s opening, which brings the king s knight out first. I proceeded to play like I never had before, and she was on the defensive the whole game.

An hour or so later I proudly announced, “Jeb Stuart captures William Tecumseh Sherman. Checkmate.”

Zara looked down at the board, clearly stunned. For a moment I thought I had committed a tremendous faux pas by winning, but then a smile flashed across her face. “Very good,” she said, congratulating me.

“Thank you. To the victors belong the spoils, is that right?”

Zara got that devilish look in her eye and replied, “Oh, what do you have in mind?”

I stood and gestured toward the bedroom. “After you,” I said.

We fell onto the bed and grappled affectionately. We kissed and caressed until we were both naked. It was then that I jumped up and pulled out my box of tricks. “Look what I ve got,” I said.

Zara was practically licking her lips in anticipation. “Ooh, I guess I ve created a monster,” she said, eyeing the cuffs.

“You sure have,” I replied, hooking them around her wrists and then tying the straps to each of the bedposts. I tied her ankles in the same manner. Since I was new at this game, I figured I d stick with the classic spread eagled pose.

Zara was tied to my bed, looking up at me with lust. I crouched at the foot of the bed and began lightly running my fingers up and down the soles of her feet. “Oh, please,” she wailed, but it was clear she didn t want me to stop. I tickled her feet and then took her toes, with nails painted coral pink, into my mouth. I sucked on each one and then maneuvered my tongue between them. She bucked her hips and thrashed about on the bed, obviously enjoying herself.

I took my sweet time at her feet and then moved up to her ankles, slowly progressing toward home base. When I got to the insides of her thighs, her breathing was shallow, her eyes shut tight. That reminded me of something, and I pulled out the blindfold and slid it over her head. She smiled broadly. I then returned to where I had left off and blew lightly on her pink pussy. Like a bullfrog, I flicked my tongue out and licked her slit, and she jerked, exclaiming, “Oh, fuck!”

We both laughed and I continued my oral ministrations. I licked and sucked her delicious cunt, delving into her seeping cavern with my tongue. She writhed and bucked, but when I sensed she was ready to climax I stopped and left the room. She cursed, but I told her I d be right back. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some ice cubes. Zara had used fire with me I was going to use ice. She didn t know what was coming, so I carefully placed the ice cube on the hollow of her stomach. She really jerked that time, and I pulled the ice back. “You ve learned this game quickly,” she said.

I simply smiled and rubbed the ice around her navel and then up to her nipples. She trembled and twitched. I then started icing her thighs and all around her pussy. Zara knew what was coming and was steeling herself for it. Not one to disappoint her, I applied the ice to her labia, and then to her clit. “Yow!” she cried out, and I pulled it back. But then I slid the diminishing piece of ice between her folds and into her syrupy vagina.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she barked. The ice was inside her, and I sat back and watched her go crazy as it melted. But I couldn t sit still for long. I was rock hard, so I climbed onto Zara s body and sank my erection inside. I felt the ice with the tip of my cock, and as I fucked her I pushed it in even deeper.

This was certainly the most outrageous sex I d ever had, and I ll never forget a moment of it. The expression on her face was exquisite. I pulled off the blindfold and was met with a fiery gaze.

“Fuck me harder,” she spat, and I pumped her with abandon. She did her best to thrust herself back at me, and in a matter of seconds she came, rolling her head back and forth as her cunt convulsed gripped at my pistoning cock.

That was all I needed to see. I pulled out of her and pumped my shaft hard until I ejaculated on her face and breasts. Zara stuck out her tongue and caught one stream, while the rest pooled in her cleavage.

Afterward, I untied her and we lay together in a sweaty heap. It was probably ten minutes before either of us could speak. “You play bondage games as well as you play chess,” she said. I thanked her by crawling between her legs and eating her pussy until she came again.

We play chess now almost every night. Who gets to tie up whom depends on the winner. She beats me four out of five games, but I m getting better. Not that it makes a difference, though. As the saying goes, it doesn t matter who wins or loses, but how you play the game.

THEY LOST THE THREE LEGGED RACE, BUT DISCOVERED A SHARED LOVE OF BONDAGE

Elena and I met at a friend’s cookout that was held at a park last summer. When I saw her in her short Daisy Dukes and hot pink halter top, I knew I had to meet her, but she seemed so involved in a conversation that I had no idea how to approach her. Luckily, after about twenty minutes of intense glances and smiles, she approached me. The chemistry between us was immediately obvious, but unfortunately, we didn’t have much opportunity to spend time alone. Elena was immensely popular, and people were constantly coming over to talk to her. However, I was encouraged by the fact that she obviously seemed just as frustrated with the lack of privacy as I was.

I was glad when our host pulled us both into a volleyball game. Watching Elena jump for the ball was a sight to behold I’d never seen tits bounce quite like that. We also managed to pair up during the three legged race, and if I had to pinpoint a time that our relationship truly began, it was then.

We were given a piece of rope to tie our legs together, and as I leaned down to tether my muscular calf to her smooth, curved one, I heard her suck in a breath. Thinking I’d bound us too tightly, I glanced up, but instead of seeing a look of discomfort on my partner’s pretty face, I saw a look of thinly veiled lust. She’d caught her full bottom lip with her white teeth, and her blue eyes were dark with desire. At first, I didn’t connect it with the rope, but when I stood up she smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I have a thing for rope.”

Just then, someone yelled “Go!” and we were expected to start running with our legs bound together. But how was I supposed to concentrate after an announcement like that? Especially since Elena was exactly the type of woman I’d always longed to tie up and do with as I pleased. Though I’d never met anyone who shared my interest in bondage, it was something I had fantasized about for a long time.

Needless to say, with my cock throbbing relentlessly in my shorts, I didn’t perform very well. After about five steps, with Elena’s thigh bumping against mine, I lost my footing and took her down with me. As we fell into a sprawling heap on the grass, she laughed and wriggled against me, her legs scissored across my groin. It was almost more than I could take and I clamped my hand down on her ass. Her laughter subsided quickly as she looked into my eyes.

Luckily, the attention of the other picnickers was on the finish line, so no one noticed when I quickly untied our legs, grabbed the rope and led Elena away from the crowd. No words were needed as we walked into the woods at the edge of the park, as there was no question in either of our minds where we were going or what we were going to do, especially with that length of rope dangling from my hand.

When we found a desolate spot, I backed Elena against a tree and kissed her hard. She welcomed my tongue in her mouth by probing at it with her own, and I growled as I ground my cock against her flat stomach. She seemed to like it a little rough, so I grasped one of her firm breasts in my hand and kneaded it hard, pinching her nipple through her halter top.

She moaned and let her head fall back against the tree, and I played with her tits until she spread her legs and rubbed the damp crotch of her shorts against my thigh. I met her thrusts with my own, excited at the possibilities that awaited me. If she got that excited from having her breasts rubbed, how would she react to being bound?

I decided not to wait to find out. Quickly, I grabbed her arms and wound the thick rope around her wrists. Then I lifted them above her head and secured the dangling ends around the trunk of the tree. Elena moaned softly as she watched every move I made, and once she was tightly bound, the expression in her large blue eyes was one of such vulnerability that I immediately changed my approach. I stroked a finger down the exposed underside of her left arm as I leaned in and kissed her softly. Then I slid my hand underneath her top to touch her naked breast and she whimpered in response. As I reached around her to untie the knot of her halter, I saw her arms pull against the rope.

Standing there topless and tied to the tree, Elena was a sight to behold, with her pale skin and golden hair a stark contrast against the dark brown bark of the tree. I leaned forward, took a rosy nipple between my teeth and bit the sensitive tip gently. Her breath hissed out from between her teeth and she pulled against her binding, struggling to get closer. I licked the hard little pucker with the tip of my tongue until she began begging for more.

I gave her what she wanted, going from one tit to the other, sucking hard as I moved my thigh against her pussy. Taking the nipple between my teeth once again, I bit down more sharply. “Please, Greg,” she whispered repeatedly. Having this completely submissive woman totally in my control was more amazing than I could have imagined. It had to do with power, but it was also the sudden protectiveness that I felt for someone who I’d only just met.

Next, I slid Elena’s shorts down her legs and gently parted them. Her shaved pussy was soft and slick, and I slid my fingers along her warm, wet slit before I pulled apart her labia. When I buried my face between her legs to lap up her sweet juices she whimpered softly. By that time, my cock was ready to burst out of my shorts. I wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her, but I needed to taste her, to make her writhe with uncontrollable pleasure.

I slid my tongue slowly up and down her damp cunt, and she shook as she pushed against my face. I knew the rope was stretched taut against the tree, and the fact that she was completely at my mercy was so thrilling that I increased the speed of my tongue on her clit. Elena trembled with pleasure as I concentrated on that tiny nub. I took her foot in my hand and pushed it up so that her leg was bent high against the tree. She arched her back, and begged me for release.

Sucking her clit between my teeth, I attacked it with my tongue. Moments later, she released a long, loud moan, as well as a rush of juices against my mouth. I licked up as much of her sweet nectar as I could and then I stood up. I held her limp body in my arms, though I left her tied to the tree. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight than Elena with her arms raised above her head, her tits bare and her eyes half shut in sated delight.

After her breathing had returned somewhat to normal, I kissed her again and quickly stepped out of my shorts. She looked down at my swollen dick and licked her lips. “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

I was determined that her request would be granted in due time, but for now, I wanted to keep her bound. Lowering my head, I kissed and sucked her breasts until her breathing became shallow again and soft whimpers escaped her lips. Then I reached down and parted her legs, but this time I probed her cunt with my thick cockhead.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered as I rubbed my dick along her slit so that it bumped against her clit. She pulled against her binding and tried desperately to take me inside of her, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I slid my cock over her clit again and she moaned and thrashed against the tree. Finally, I decided that she was good and ready and slid deep inside her slippery hole.

Being inside Elena’s pussy felt amazing all wet and tight and slick. That, coupled with the look of pure ecstasy on her face, nearly pushed me right over the edge. Luckily, I have good staying power, and I began pumping slowly and steadily into her cunt. With a determined look on her face, she managed to meet me thrust for thrust, despite the ropes tightly binding her wrists. I grasped her firm ass and squeezed it hard while we fucked against the tree. Then I let my fingers wander between her cheeks and found the tight pucker of her asshole. Elena’s eyes widened as I probed her anus, but as I pushed the tip of my finger inside, she relaxed and let out a sigh of pleasure. I pushed in a bit further and she wriggled against me, trying to fill both of her holes to the hilt.

I appreciated her predicament, and with a smile, gave her what she wanted. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she thrust her pelvis harder against me. I knew it wouldn’t take long before her second orgasm overtook her, and I increased my speed in anticipation.

Her labored breaths came fast and shallow against my face, and I grunted as I neared my climax. My body went tense against hers, and then I shot my load deep into her juicy pussy. Elena cried out as her cunt contracted around my shaft, squeezing the last bit of come from my balls.

I held her tight as we both regained our composure, and then I kissed her while I untied her wrists. Then I gently caressed her arms and she wound them around my neck. We put ourselves back together and walked back to the cookout hand in hand, and I made sure I took that length of rope with me.

If anyone noticed our absence, no one said anything. Needless to say, Elena and I didn’t hang around at the park for much longer. And I’m pretty sure no one noticed our early departure. I never thought that I’d meet my soul mate at a summertime picnic. Even stranger was that a three legged race could bring two people so close together.

Mr. Greg E., Lawton, Oklahoma

HAPPY COUPLE TIES THE KNOT FIGURATIVELY AND LITERALLY

My wife, Christie, is really into bondage, although I didn’t learn that until our wedding night almost four years ago. This is how it happened: After the service and all through the reception, Christie kept hinting that she had a surprise for me that night. I couldn’t imagine what it could be, but assumed it was sexual, because she was pretty wild in bed. Besides, what else could it have been?

When we were able to tear ourselves away from the party, leaving our more robust friends and family members still drinking and dancing, we retired to the newlywed suite. Christie began pulling things out of her suitcase, but whisked them away into the bathroom before I could get a glimpse. So, while she did whatever it is that women do when they’ve locked themselves in there, I turned off all the lights other than a small lamp on the desk, undressed and got into bed to wait.

Christie finally emerged dressed in a silky white negligee with marabou trim. She looked amazing her hair was still swept up like she’d had it done for the wedding, though a few strands had escaped while we were dancing and now hung sexily around her face. She’d refreshed her makeup and I longed to kiss her full red lips, or better yet, feel them wrapped around my cock, which was now stiff and leaking pre come. But the coil of white cord she held in her hands confused me. When she saw that I’d noticed the rope, she broke into a mischievous smile. Suddenly, I understood. This would explain why she’d insisted that our hotel have beds with brass headboards. Hot damn!

Christie sidled up to the bed and slipped in next to me. I began pawing at her, kissing her shiny lips and pulling her nightie up over her tits. Then I moved my mouth down to her breast to suckle a nipple as I tried to take the rope from her hand in order to tie my brand new bride to the bed. But she wouldn’t let go, and we performed a mini tug of war as I continued to tongue her lovely breasts. Finally, I gave up and asked her for an explanation.

“I’m going to tie you up,” she said.

I just looked at her blankly for a moment, trying to get my mind around that concept. Taking inventory of my feelings regarding what little I knew about bondage, I became increasingly aware of the fact that my erection had not flagged. It had, in fact, only gotten harder, and I could feel even more blood pumping straight to my groin. “I’m game,” I said, lying back on the bed, my arms outstretched in surrender to my sexy captor.

Christie straddled my waist, a firm thigh pressed against either side of my torso as her moist pussy pressed against my stomach. Then she grabbed my right arm and pulled it toward her, knotting an end of rope around my wrist with an expert skill that caused me to wonder. Then she scooted up my body so that her cunt was now just inches from my face and I could smell the sweetness of her arousal. I longed to reach out my tongue and lick her, but I didn’t get the chance as she had already pulled up my arm and attached it to the headboard and threaded the rope through the rails to bind my other wrist in the same manner.

Seconds later I got my wish. Christie inched up a bit more and planted her pussy over my mouth, commanding me to lick. I quickly got to work on her cunt, running my tongue up and down her slippery lips but ignoring her hard little clit, just to show her that even though I was tied up, I could still be the one in charge. But Christie proved me wrong as she writhed above me, moving her sex around so that I’d have no choice but to make contact with her sensitive little button.

Soon she was gasping and wailing, a flow of her salty juices pouring into my mouth and down my chin as she came. I licked up as much as I could, but she was jerking so much that it became increasingly difficult. Then she had her fill and decided it was time to please me. She moved down my body until her mouth hovered over my cock. I sighed in relief as she lightly kissed the tip and then drew circles around the head with her tongue. It wouldn’t be long before she sucked me down her throat, and I was dying to take her head in my hands and guide her in an effort to speed things along. But of course I couldn’t do that, so I told myself to be patient, which wasn’t easy, since Christie had decided that she was going to be a tease.

She licked up and down my throbbing shaft, dragging her hot, wet tongue along my flesh. I thrust my hips upward, trying to get inside her mouth, but she darted away in time. Then she dipped down and laved each of my balls in turn, even rolling them around in their sac. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough, and I did something I never thought I’d do I began to beg for release, imploring her to let me fuck her face.

Christie just laughed and continued placing feather light kisses and flicks of her tongue all around the area of my penis, but not giving me what I wanted no, what I needed. My cock was weeping pre come by that point and, to be honest, I was close to crying myself. I even brought my feet up and tried to nudge her ass, since she had not bound my legs. But all that I succeeded in doing was knocking Christie over so that her mouth was now nowhere near my hard on, but rather her stomach was pressed against it.

“Oh, so that’s what you want,” she said with a gleam in her eye. Then she finally took mercy on me and rose up on her haunches before bringing her pussy down over my erection. As her spongy inner walls enveloped each inch of my length, I let out a long, quavering sigh. It felt so good, better than being fucked had ever felt before, and I couldn’t wait to finally properly consummate our marriage vows.

Crouched above me, her hands planted firmly on my chest, Christie moved up and down over my cock until she developed a rhythm that she liked. Her insides were slippery wet, so she moved quickly and easily over me, her tight cunt squeezing my cock with the firm grip to which I had grown accustomed. And with each downward stroke her asscheeks banged against my balls, which felt incredible. My orgasm was drawing near and I wished I could reach down and smack her gorgeous asscheeks, or squeeze her tits, or something. At the very least I wanted to be able to kiss my bride, but she was too intent on riding my pulsing dick to her own climax and I didn’t want to interrupt.

That didn’t take much longer, and soon Christie’s pussy gripped my cock, squeezing and milking, as her hold on my chest became almost too tight for comfort. Her pleasured cries were so loud that I imagined the few wedding guests who remained downstairs could hear her. Then my voice joined hers as my balls exploded and filled my new wife with shot after shot of creamy come that then came dripping back down my shaft. I don’t think I had ever seen Christie come that hard it was definitely a first for me.

We were both panting hard, sweating and sort of giggling at what we’d just shared. Then Christie caught her breath and gingerly lifted herself off my cock, which was about to slip out on its own. She flopped down beside me and leaned over for that kiss I’d wanted earlier. But it wasn’t until I mentioned it that she finally untied my wrists. As the blood rushed back into my arms, I asked her what had brought that on. It turns out that it had always been her fantasy to tie up a lover, but she’d never known how to go about it. Figuring that we’d just figuratively “tied the knot,” she decided to go ahead and do it literally as well.

Since that day, we’ve played with all sorts of bondage, though I am always the one in the ropes, cuffs or whatever, since it turns out that Christie is a natural top. I don’t mind, though, because I love the feel of my wrists and ankles fettered, and each and every experience ends with huge orgasms for us both. I love my wife dearly, especially her adventuresome side that has a habit of showing itself in bed. And we’ve got years and years ahead of us, so who knows where this may go! Mr. Mark L., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

MAN IS OVERJOYED WHEN HE S ABDUCTED BY HIS WILY WIFE

My wife, Gabrielle, is delightfully adventurous and always coming up with erotic scenarios that never fail to delight and titillate. This particular morning I found a note from her in my briefcase, telling me that when I got home I was to dress in an old shirt and jeans, sit in my favorite chair, play the CD she had left for me on the stereo and read the marked chapter of the book I would find there.

Where that would lead I had no idea, but speculation kept me rock hard the whole day. When evening finally arrived, I sat down with a drink and the Mozart CD playing softly. The book turned out to be the story of a young man abducted by a powerful woman. It was an intense tale, though not altogether foreign territory. We had played with bondage before. Still, there was something especially arousing about the story.

An arm settled firmly across my throat. A throaty voice told me not to worry, but I struggled a little so as not to ruin the scene. I needn t have worried about keeping my strength in check Gabrielle is a strong woman who works out frequently and is almost as tall as I am. She also had the advantage of leverage as she pushed me forward and secured my hands behind my back with cords.

I was pushed off the chair to my knees, Gabrielle standing behind me. She caressed my jaw and suddenly stuffed a handkerchief in my half opened mouth, knotting a bandanna behind my head to hold the gag in place. Gabrielle laughed her throaty, sexy laugh and walked around to face me.

I was not prepared for what I saw. She was dressed in black lingerie and elbow length gloves. A black choker encircled her neck, and her breasts rested in a bustier that exposed her flat stomach and the ring in her navel. Black garters and stockings framed her tiny G string. Stiletto heels with ankle straps completed the ensemble. My cock was making valiant efforts to burst through the constricting denim of my jeans.

Her gloved hand slid over my chest, pausing to tug at my nipple through my shirt. I was her hostage, for her to treat as she chose, subject to her every erotic whim. I struggled to my feet, a difficult task with arms bound. Gabrielle reached up and collared me with a leather strap and led me into the bedroom.

She tied my ankles to the bedposts with me facing away from the bed. With my legs spread apart, I was more helpless than ever. Gabrielle picked up a pair of shears and, with a couple of deft movements, easily removed my tattered shirt. She inspected my body, commenting that it seemed as if her prisoner worked out. She snickered and teasingly removed her bustier. I had never experienced such a surge of sexual anticipation as I did when her milky flesh came into view. Finally she tossed it aside and came to me.

She wrapped her arms around me and gripped my asscheeks through my jeans, pulling me close. Her hard nipples rubbed against mine with an electrifying result. I moaned loudly through the gag as my passion escalated almost beyond my control. She kissed me, taking my lower lip between her teeth. Her sucking caused me to strain against my bonds. I wanted to grab her, sensually overloaded as I was. Gabrielle broke the kiss and reminded me of my position, telling me I must wait upon her whim.

She told me to get to my knees, no mean feat while fastened as I was and with the throbbing erection I was sporting. She untied the bandanna and let me spit out the gag before she grasped my head and pulled me to her breast.

Her flesh was warm, almost burning. I ran my tongue over her nipple and all over her soft skin, nursing hungrily, wanting more, waiting to touch her everywhere, knowing I could not. I bit lightly at the base of her nipple and flicked my hot tongue roughly over the point. Her chest heaved as her arousal grew. She pulled my head back and looked into my eyes. Not bad, she said. Her G string was already moist. Her hand slid down my chest to rest on the bulge inside my pants. I moaned and tried to push my cock into her hand. She let my thrusts push her hand back, denying my cock the desired friction. She was clearly in control, though reflex kept me trying to pump my hips.

I begged her to set my cock free. So slowly, with great drama, she unzipped my jeans and made me stand so that she could cut off my jeans altogether, leaving me wearing only my boxers. Finally she let the tip of my cock emerge from the opening in my shorts, setting the head free.

Her satin gloves were as soft as a feather, and she purposely used only the lightest touch, creating an extremely tenuous sensation. Her gloved fingers slid up and down my shaft, stroked my balls, circled the head of my cock and tickled the underside. I began to get light headed from the pleasant but frustrating sensations. I wanted serious stroking, not this butterfly touch.

Sensing my desperation, Gabrielle knelt in front of me and began to kiss my cockhead. I looked down in amazement. The sight of her soft, full red lips working over my shaft tripled the pleasure of an ordinary blowjob. I was consumed with pure lust, the knowledge that I was dependent on her whims propelled me to a whole new level of passion. I sank into a sea of pleasure, crying out for her to suck me off.

She made me wait, teasing that perhaps I wanted to taste her. I nodded, salivating, but instead of making me kneel, she removed her sopping G string and gagged me with the moist fabric. I sucked her nectar from the cloth and enjoyed its precious taste as she surveyed my predicament.

My body jerked with the shock as she finally took me all the way down her throat. She took me to the very edge of orgasm before she stopped and commiserated with the woes of her hostage for a moment. Without untying my ankles, she pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, withdrawing her moist cunt lips as I tried to thrust up into her. As I sagged back, she brought herself down on me, only to dodge my next lunge.

Finally she impaled herself on my rod, and the look that crossed her face was one of pure satisfaction. There was no gentle rocking. She rode me pure and simple, using my cock as a tool for her pleasure. She reached down and pinched her nipples, and I watched, all the more excited by her evident arousal.

I spat out her panties and she offered me her breast, which I sucked with a will. Her hands pulled my hair, and a sudden gasp signaled that she was about to come. I managed to raise my hips harder and faster, and as she shuddered, it triggered my own orgasm that had been building all evening. I came as never before, filling my wife with all my love, lust and passion. She screamed as we both tumbled over the brink and we pounded each other uncontrollably till we were breathless. She fell across me, my cock still nestled inside her.

Finally, we were able to breathe when she moved enough to untie me and lay cradled in my arms. We lay there marveling at the intensity of the experience. As we drifted off, Gabrielle whispered to me that she hoped I had gotten an idea or two that would prove useful if she were ever abducted. You can count on it, I replied, smiling to myself.

Mr. Gilbert T., Flagstaff, Arizona

A NEW TOY HAS HER EXACTLY AS HE WANTS HER ARMS BOUND AND LEGS SPREAD WIDE

When people call our house and are told by the answering machine that we re too tied up to answer the phone, I don t think anyone realizes just how serious we are. You see, my husband, Chris, and I are really into bondage. And you can bet that if we re having sex, one of us is bound, and that person is usually me.

I love being trussed up, which is lucky because my husband loves being in control. Plus, he s a master at tying knots. Our favorite implement is plain old cotton rope from the hardware store. When we re in the mood for something different, we also have a nice collection of cuffs, nylon straps and spreader bars, as well as all sorts of fun accoutrements, including ball gags and blindfolds.

Our sessions are always fun and exciting, though they d become a bit routine. That s why the new toy Chris brought home yesterday came as such a surprise. He was late arriving home from work, and instead of changing out of his suit and making a martini like he normally does, he grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. He was holding a nondescript plastic bag in his other hand, so I figured that its contents had something to do with his eagerness to get me undressed.

I was naked within seconds, but he remained fully clothed. Not that I minded I love the way he looks in his business attire. His Armani suit and tailored shirt fit his muscular form like a glove, which makes him look really powerful. And that s just how he looked last night so, of course, I was instantly wet.

Knowing what was expected of me, I knelt, my nipples crinkled with excitement as my pussy juices streamed down my thighs. I was eye level with the bulge in Chris s slacks, and I longed to reach out and stroke it. But I knew better than to do it, because although my hands were still untied, my bondage had started the minute he d ordered me to strip.

Chris reached into the plastic bag and pulled out what looked like those braces that runners wear to support their knees, except that these had cuffs attached. He held them up for my inspection, and my arousal soared as I recognized them from one of our favorite online catalogs. The way it worked was that the bands strapped around my thighs and my wrists were locked into the cuffs, immobilizing them at my sides. I d mentioned a number of times how much I d wanted these, but Chris had never said he was going to buy them, and I wondered what the occasion was.

“They were on sale,” he said, answering my unspoken question. “I couldn t resist.” My husband never passes up a bargain, especially one that will enhance our sex life!

After reaching out to stroke my breasts, Chris had me stand so that he could help me into the bindings, and then I was told to kneel again. This put my face back where it had been, just inches from his crotch, only this time he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard dick. Immediately, I opened my mouth and leaned forward to swallow him down, starving for a taste.

“Wait a minute,” he said, putting a hand on my head to stop me while stroking his shaft with the other. “I want you to take it slow, or you won t get this at all.” Of course, that wasn t what I wanted, so I checked my appetite and started with a soft kiss on his cockhead. It was already wet with pre come, so I knew he d been turned on for a while, probably ever since he d seen the new straps in the store. In fact, the clear fluid was still dripping from his tiny slit and I licked my lips, savoring the salty taste. Then I leaned forward again, more slowly now, and ran my tongue over his pulsing length.

“That s my girl,” he murmured, his hands on either side of my head. He threaded his fingers through my long blonde hair, and they tightened as I bobbed down to suck his balls, which were warm and heavy in my mouth. I itched to reach out and stroke them, but that was impossible because my hands were bound to my thighs. At that moment, I tested my bonds, although I doubted it would be of any use, and I was right. My pussy quivered at finding them too tight to do anything but heed my husband s commands.

“Okay, now,” he said as he pulled my mouth from his sac. “I want you to suck my dick.” Responding immediately, I moved my lips down over his crown, which throbbed as it slid along my tongue. Then it bumped the back of my throat as my nose brushed against his pubic curls.

When that happened, Chris s grip on my hair tightened and he held me still so he could fuck my face. I had no choice but to let him, but that s okay, because I love sucking his cock. But suddenly, he pulled away, and his dick scraped over my tongue even though I leaned forward to keep him in my mouth. He quickly moved out of reach and, positioned on my knees as I was, the unexpected motion almost made me lose my balance. If Chris hadn t reached out to steady me, I probably would have landed flat on my face.

Without letting go, he helped me to my feet and then onto my back on the bed. He undid my cuffs and repositioned me so that my knees were bent and my legs spread, leaving my pussy wide open and exposed. After taking a long look at me lying there, waiting for him to fuck me, he rebound my arms so that they were immobilized again. He looked at me for another second and then he went to the closet for a spreader bar, I correctly assumed.

The cuffs were buckled at my ankles, which forced my legs two feet apart. Chris likes using the bar because I often wrap my legs around his waist when we re fucking and squeeze my pussy around his shaft. He says that makes him come too soon, so this way, he can dictate the pace. That s just fine with me because I usually have a few orgasms by the time he reaches his peak.

Chris continued staring down at me, pleased with what he saw. Both of my arms were bound by my sides, my legs forced wide open. My pussy glistened with juices and my breasts heaved with every breath I took. Finally, he knelt between my thighs with his ankles resting on the spreader bar so that his feet dangled over it. His erection loomed large above me and I longed to grab it, but since I couldn t do that, I begged him to fuck me instead.

“Silence,” he said, and then to ensure that I obeyed, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out our trusty ball gag. He knows how much I love feeling the rubber ball against my tongue, so he popped it into my mouth and secured it behind my head. Now all I could do to convey my urgent need for him was beseech him with my eyes, which I immediately began doing.

Luckily, Chris wanted to be inside me as much as I wanted him there. Placing his cockhead at my cunt, he plunged inside, letting out a long sigh as he slid forward. He hit bottom a second later and rested there for a moment, and then he pulled his length back out before sinking right back in.

Chris churned his hips as he ground into me, fucking me at a slow, steady pace. He brought me to the brink of orgasm many times, which was obvious to him because I groaned through my gag as my pussy tightened around his dick. Each time I came close he backed off and teased my clitoris with the head of his cock, knowing I was helpless to do anything about it. Not that I didn t try. I squeezed my muscles around him as tightly as I could, but to no avail when I did that, he just pulled out.

This continued for a while, but even Chris couldn t hold out forever. His thrusts grew harder and faster, until our bodies were slapping together and his balls were bouncing against my ass. He grunted with the exertion and sweat flew from his forehead to spatter all over me and the bed. I was sweating, too, and it dripped down my face, the backs of my knees and between my breasts. We were both racing toward climax, and this time there was no stopping or even slowing down.

Holding onto my knees to steady himself, Chris pounded my cunt at lightning fast speed. I felt his cock pulsing deep inside me and knew that his orgasm was just seconds away. That realization sent me flying, and the release for which I d been yearning now burst forth. Moans escaped from deep in my throat, and though they were muffled by the ball gag, my husband heard. My pussy clenched around his thrusting shaft as he began moaning right along with me, filling me with his cream.

He pulled out as soon as he was done, his dick dripping with the remnants of his load. He quickly undid my bonds, and I stretched out on the mattress, able to move on my own accord for the first time since Chris had gotten home from work. That s when I realized we hadn t eaten and I was starving.

My husband was also hungry, so we went downstairs and made ourselves a snack. That s when I noticed that the light on the answering machine was blinking, which meant we d gotten a call. We d been so wrapped up in what we d been doing that we hadn t even heard the telephone ring. So now you see how serious I am when I say we re too tied up to answer the phone!

Ms. Lisa E., Hollywood, California