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Bondage and Blindfolds and Toys — oh my!
On their Anniversary, a husband and wife try out something new (part 1 of 2)
Everything was in place. It was time to prepare myself. Nerves and excitement jostled inside me, but my enthusiasm could not be dampened. The shower filled with steam and I stepped behind the screen.
I lathered my body, soap trailing between my legs, over my smooth labia. I washed myself briskly, until a pulse was drumming so loudly in my veins. It would be easy to tip myself over the edge, but not before the main event.
We had promised ourselves a multi-faceted sex game for our anniversary.
I slipped a silky dressing gown over my tingling skin flesh. I was assured that everything in the room was perfect, so I returned downstairs. I was eager for the date to begin. The food was lovely and sips of wine melted away any hard edges from the day.
All the while my body hummed in anticipation. I didn’t want to drink too much, we had plans to tie each other up.
Our eyes met frequently. We laughed and joked. Sven is proud of the passion and desire we’ve maintained. I don’t think all couples are as open and experimental as us.
“I’ll never regret asking you to marry me.” He toasts me, and I blush.
“Can you believe we’re about to try bondage?” I’m sipping bubbly, which matches the excitement fizzing inside me.
“I’ve blindfolded you before!” Sven jokes.
“Yes, but you’ve never tied me up. Are you going to let me take control?”
“I might! Let’s see how it goes. I already like the paddle.”
Sven waggles his eyebrows, and we laugh, easing the tension.
We tidy away the dishes, our anticipation becomes the elephant in the room.
“More bubbles?” Sven offers.
“Darling, you know what I really want.”
His face transforms with a wicked smile.
“Your nipples against that gown have been calling to me all evening. Look what you’re doing to me, woman!”
Sven points at the swelling behind his flies and I feel a gush of reciprocal warmth.
“Let’s put that to the test,” I tease, discarding my wine to grab his hand.
While Sven takes a shower, I slip into something less comfortable. I love dressing up for sex.
On his return to the bedroom, my husband wears only a towel around his waist and water droplets scattering his broad chest. We appraise each other.
He gestures towards the webbing straps at the four corners of the mattress. I arch one eyebrow before telling him to lie on his back. When I show him the paddle, his eyes twinkle.
“I’ll start gently. If it’s too much, say. You can take a breather.”
Sven nods.
“I’m going to put the blindfold on, OK?”
“Yes.” he nods, so I slip it over his eyes.
When I work my way round him, fastening wrist and ankle restraints, I sense his vulnerability, He actually can’t move. I’m not a natural domme, but this is the turning point; my excitement is creeping.
Sven lies spread out, naked and bound, at my mercy. Lust tickles my belly. I lift the paddle, which is a relatively stiff one, the more flexible models carry more impact in their slaps. I checked the internet to learn how to wield one. I drag it up his ribs and around his nipples in a teasing way.
“Are you ready?” I give his belly a light smack.
“Is that the paddle?” he sounds unsure.
“Very good.” I slap it over one nipple, making a thwack.
Thwack! I assault his other nipple. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s nice.” Despite his winces, he sounds relaxed.
I’m slipping into a masterful persona, and Sven becomes trusting, opening up his vulnerability.
I make a random pattern of swipes and blows over his upper torso, but mostly his nipples. He twitches sometimes, but is mostly smiling beneath the blindfold. Soon I evolve a triangle to include his cock and balls in the rhythm of slaps and swats. Sven’s outward pleasure does not waver as I gradually increase the impact of blows. But his cock becomes rock hard.
Sven can’t see what’s coming, but his gasps — and an abundance of precum — reveal his pleasure at my devilish torture. My husband’s abdomen looks rosy, but his swollen staff is twitching and straining, deliciously veiny and engorged
“Ahhhh!” he groans.
My pussy has become juicy. Being mean is hot!
After I discard the paddle, I start pinching. Sven’s hips are trying to thrust. I drag on alternate nipples, with cruel pinches and twists.
“Too much?” I check in.
“No!” His voice is raw with desire. “Not enough!”
I rain hard slaps on his puckered nubs. Sven moans.
“Don’t stop.”
Every grunt of his pleasure increases the lava of lust bubbling in my core.
It’s a rush of power, to feast my eyes on my sexy husband. Desire twists like a snake inside me at his total helplessness. Should I give him what he wants?
I close my fist around Sven’s shaft, to slip and twist his foreskin, which I now stroke up and down. At the touch of my fingers around his length, his whole body becomes tense. He would capitalise on those pulses of pleasure if he could. But the restraints won’t allow it.
“Your pleasure first,” I purr. “Come when you’re ready.”
My legs bestride his thighs as I focus on pleasuring Sven.
I strike up a rhythm, wanking his cock from balls to tip, tight and smooth, aided by lube. I lean forward to suck hard on his nipples. I’m in charge, my husband’s at my mercy. I am dispensing pleasure swirled with pain.
My slit leaks slippery arousal onto his thigh, betraying me. I’m so ready for a fucking, but my pleasure will be deferred, although watching him strive inexorably towards a climax is delicious.
I pump with my fist, and keep a close eye on his cock, which is swelling and sticky with precum. Suddenly Sven’s abdomen tightens, his nutsac shrinks and his climax is upon us.
My man roars his release, his creamy fluid spurts like a geyser, to land on his stomach. His throbbing cock decorates his belly. As I watch his body respond to my stimuli, with twitches and jerks, my own throb of arousal makes me want to press my thighs together.
Now Sven is in the throes of his climax, making soft groans of pleasure. Gradually his mask of pleasure wipes from his face, and it is transformed with an expression of blissful relaxation.
I blot his emissions with tissues and unfasten his restraints. Sven pushes the blindfold to his forehead, while I unfasten his ankles.
“That was awesome!” he tells me, while he cleans himself up. “I liked you being in charge, I felt free, like the pressure was off.”
“Interesting, I liked having the upper hand too.”
“You were a little devilish,” he teases me, “but I think I can do better.”
“Oh we’ll see,” I lean up to kiss him, feeling horny as hell.
“Now get on the bed, I want to tie you up!” Sven orders giving my rump a slap to encourage my obedience.
[Part 2 is here]
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