RELATIONSHIP | BDSM | KINK
She’s Bound and Waiting for His Punishment
Their Kinky Anniversary Celebrations drive her Wild (part 2 of 2)
For our third wedding anniversary we take turns to dominate. Having spanked and wanked Sven to a stellar climax, it is my turn to submit. [Continues from here]
“Which way up do you want me?”
I’m kneeling on the bed.
“On your front, with a pillow under you.”
Was I also in for a spanking? When I comply, he fastens the restraints. I lie with my head to the side so I can breathe. My heartbeat thunders in my ears.
My shameless pussy, already glossy with arousal, is on display. A hint of humiliation flushes my cheeks, but I’m excited too.
Sven stands to admire my trapped and vulnerable state.
He begins gently, stroking large hands over the curves of my body. I am silent, immersing myself in the darkness of my blindfold. It sharpens my focus on the sensations I will feel.
He’s chosen our beginners’ flogger, which doesn’t have a stinging bite, and my buttocks and legs begin warming. My body becomes alert to the swish of its tails, trying to anticipate where they might land.
Sven is also using one hand and rubbing the flogger’s heat around. Quickly my sighs become groans of arousal, I’m eager for the trails to land in my favourite places. I am warm where he is flogging me, but goosebumps rise elsewhere on my skin. I soon yearn for more; particularly the harder strikes he’s aiming at the crease of my under-bum and the stinging traces which stray to my pussy lips.
“Is my bottom getting pink?” I venture to ask.
“Yes. Is it sore?”
“No, I can take more.”
My eagerness makes my voice breathy. It is getting harder to think or speak.
“I‘ll take these off,” Sven pulls at my knickers.
He peels off my stockings and unfastens my bra. I’m truly exposed now.
The realisation hits me: I am his object to play with, pleasure or pain.
How would he exert his power over me? From the pause I surmise he is selecting a new toy. I hold my breath, waiting for the next sensation. When something cold and heavy drags down the sensitive dip of my spine, I know he’s found the new glass dildo, a beautifully inflexible column of chilly, textured glass.
“Now then my beauty,” his voice is silky with intent, “what have I found?”
With my arms tied and my legs spread wide, I’m at his mercy. The pillow tilts my bottom in the air but I feel a gush of juice leak from my slit. I have been punished, warmed up and am his to use. I have to admit it’s wonderful to be at my lover’s mercy. Joy bubbles up in my chest and I bite back a moan.
“Spread your legs wider, little slut.”
Since when had Sven learned to talk so dirty? It is turning me on.
Then he begins teasing the entrance to my pussy with the cold tip of the glass dildo.
“Oh fuck yessss!” I cry out loud.
It’s a tight fit, and Sven keeps nudging it in a fraction then withdrawing it. He is slipping it along the split of my pussy to bump against my clit, which becomes gloriously alert to every nuance of the slick glass and its ridged pattern. I want every dirty thing my husband chooses to do to me, I’m in no hurry for this to be over.
In that moment, I’m so turned on I would agree to anything. I wish I could suck his cock or have pegs clamped to my nipples, but a submissive can’t ask. He could cane my butt or sunk his teeth into the fleshy globes, my pussy is running with honeyed excitement, swelling with readiness to receive that glass battering ram.
Sven’s moves are frustratingly gentle and slow, when my body yearns for brutal, and rough. But he doesn’t need that to exert his power — he has total control and his intention is to make me beg.
“I need this Sven,” I groan through gritted teeth.
My attempts to tilt my buttocks upwards, outwards, in entreaty are futile. As Sven had discovered, the restraints are unforgiving.
The glass dildo is girthy and inflexible, Sven slides it halfway in, now massaging my buttocks on either side of it. So much sensation, my head is spinning. My channel is made to stretch as he gradually teases it deeper within. When at last he sinks the glass dildo to the hilt, it’s nudging my g-spot, as deep as I can take it.
The pressure continues to build, I’m undone with my desire. Sven picks up speed and motion with the glass toy. Thrusting and twisting he is pumping it inside my wet pink slit, using the dildo as a relentless piston, gliding in and out and making me wail.
I try to imagine his view, while I listen to the squelch and suck noises my wet gash is making, it’s gripping and sucking like a kid on a lollipop.
A mantra starts in my head. Greedy, slutty girl, you’re loving this aren’t you?
“Please …” My voice is plaintive.
“Tell me what you want.” Sven’s voice, in contrast, broadcasts control.
“Please,” I gasp, my cognitive powers feel scrambled. “Fuck me til I come. I want to be used.”
“How much do you want this?”
The steel in his tone raises goosebumps, while cyprine fluid drools from my pussy. There’s no discussion, he’s the better dominant. He owns me right now, body and soul.
“I beg you! Let me suck your cock right now, I’ll show you how much I want it!”
My desperate words. My hands, in their restraints, claw at the bedding.
Sven eases the dildo all the way in, still tantalisingly slowly, but his slippery fingers begin teasing my clit. This coaxes hot and cold shudders, bursts of pleasure which radiate out from my pussy. I tingle in every extremity.
“My … God!” I pant.
His touch is so good, my hips are thrusting, whatever tiny movements the restraints will allow, frenzied chugs like a dog in heat.
“Dirty girl,” Sven growls his approval.
He doesn’t let up his flicking and tapping, tormenting my clit. I helplessly hump against the glass dildo.
“You look so sexy right now, so needy.”
I am writhing and groaning, in pursuit of my orgasm as if my life depends on it, and perhaps it does. I writhe my hips, opening myself wider to aid penetration.
Sven does not change pace. He fucks me with the glass dildo, a slight twist as it slides in and out. I curse and bless those cross-hatched ridge details.
“Your juices are spilling out of you, I’ve never seen you so wet.”
To confirm this, Sven swipes a finger through my sloppy folds, to feed some to me. I suckle at his fingers greedily, hollowing my cheeks. I love that sweet tang, but I wish it was his hard cock in my mouth.
“Come for me,” Sven urges. “Let everything go!”
As if freed by his permission, I chase harder. My building climax is within my grasp. As he thrusts the unforgiving glass dildo, I ride it, driving it into me until I come. With a groan of euphoria and relief, I crest that mountain. Every burst of sensation is like a firework of pleasure. I unravel before him, still tied down but free.
Throbs of glorious joy wash over me, twinned with spasms which ripple through my core. My inner muscles clench and pulse around the girth of the glass toy inside me.
Sven has to help me. After carefully withdrawing the dildo he unfastens my ankles then my wrists. Now that the session is over, and my adrenaline has ebbed away, I realise I’m rather stiff. I bring my limbs back into my usual posture, and I’m aware how much my hips and shoulders were stretched.
“What an anniversary fuck!” Sven pulls me in for a hug, awestruck. “That was so hot.”
I feel shy now it’s over, but elated.
“You do masterfully pretty well,” I tease him.
“I know,” his grin is wide, “and I won’t wait a year to dominate you again!”
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