BDSM | BONDAGE | EROTIC ROMANCE | ANAL PLUG | FEM DOM

Tied to the Bed and Used By My Wife

I’m usually the dominant one. Today, she takes the initiative with a new toy.

The morning lights filtering from the curtains and the light, incessant noise of the waves on the shore, wake me up. But I keep my eyes closed, trying to focus on those sounds, even if I am not sleepy anymore.

As every single morning, you’re my first thought. You, my love, sleeping by my side.

Something feels off, though.

First, I can’t feel your weight on the bed or hear the slight sound of your breathing. Second, something is grazing around my wrist.

I try to pull my hand to my face to investigate, but I realize I can’t. I open my eyes, scared by what I see. I’m restrained to the bed. Both my wrists and ankles are tied in leather belts, connected to ropes attached to the corners of the bed. My heart starts beating again only when I see you, sitting naked on a chair, amused.

Of course, you are. After such a morning surprise, I bet I look fazed. This is exactly what you wanted.

“What-” I begin.

“Shh,” you hush me. “You’re mine, today, and you don’t have permission to talk. Don’t speak again if not on request. You know the safe-words if you need them.”

Yeah, I know the safe-words. We’ve agreed on the yellow-red ones long ago, but you’ve used them only on one occasion. I’ve never thought I would be in a position where I could use them, to be honest. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’ll unlikely want to stop the game. After all, I’ve never seen this look on you. I’ve never been defenseless, all at your disposal like this, completely in your hands.

You stand up and sit by my side. The shape of your bikini adorns your tanned skin.

“Is this going to take long?” I ask, to tease you.

And I get slapped. Right on my cheek. But when I command my arm to slap you back, I remember I’m not in a position to reply.

When you take away the bed sheets half-covering me, I realize I’m completely naked, too. Of course, we’ve fallen asleep like this, hugging each other, spooning… like lovers.

The way you grin at me has nothing to do with love, though. You want to possess me, today, nothing less.

You caress my face as if you want to carve its shape in your memory. Then slide down my neck. I wriggle when your strokes reach my nipples, purposely avoiding direct contact with them. My body shakes even more when your nails graze my stomach, then slide down, past my cock which is already completely hard, in need. But you ignore it, and instead, you just gently caress my nuts, making me twitch with desire.

I’d love to scream at you that I want the game to stop, that I want to take you. But I don’t. Curiosity wins, for now.

You crawl on the bed, pretend to kiss me just to avoid my lips at the last moment, lick the path from my ear to one of my nipples, wrap it in your mouth, and right as I think you are going to lick and suck it, you breathe over it and pull away.

I hate you.

Or not.

Because your naughty smile is full of satisfaction and I can’t avoid getting pleasure from it, too.

And then you turn around and sit astride my chest. Such a view of your muscular back, of your firm ass, of the little hole in the centre of it as you lean down to suck my cock.

That’s what I hope, actually, but you don’t provide.

I haven’t noticed you didn’t gather your hair in a ponytail, today, and you let them fall in front of your face, using them to caress my shaft, my nuts, the tip of my cock which is already dripping pre-cum, as excited as I am for you.

You caress my hardness like that, waving your head back and forth, for a while. I’m sure you’re enjoying looking at my sex from up close, to see how needy I am.

I try to pull up my head to reach your sex. I want to lick you so much, right now.

“Be patient.”

Your tone is almost tender, now. But I get another slap, this time right on my thigh, so close to my nuts that it sends me shivers down my spine. I guess, I better listen to your command, and be quiet for the time being.

I wriggle, trying to free myself. At least a hand to touch you. I can’t, you’ve done a good job tying me up.

Then, suddenly, I feel the warmth of your mouth around my cock, your tongue rolling around my tip, your head going lower and lower until your throat wraps me making you choke, soon pulling your head up and drooling all over me.

I’m hard. Completely wet of me and you.

Fuck. I want to be inside you so much, already.

You spread your saliva on my shaft, stroking it up and down. Then down my balls, then lower… and I understand what you’re aiming for… and I don’t complain when I feel a finger pressing on my butthole.

But your nails hurt.

“Yellow,” I shout.

You say nothing, but you understand. You turn around for a moment. Soon I feel something different pressing on my hole.

Was your anal plug there all the time? On the bed, between my legs? I have no time to wonder. You’re already pushing it inside me. The first, little ball. Then the second. Then out. I think you’re spitting again on my hole, or maybe you’ve prepared the plug lubed, before. In any case, when you push it again, half of it slides inside me.

“Mmmm…” I moan.

Well, I like it. I feel owned, and wanted and… vulnerable. That doesn’t happen often. I’m the dominant one, usually. I’m the one teasing you… making you beg to be fucked.

No, it has never happened. Nobody has ever forced me into such a situation. Constrained. Tied up. Excited. I usually prefer to be on the dominant side, you know me well.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” you say.

OK, I’ll not talk but… I can’t really avoid moaning if you do this to me, can I?

A last push and the plug is completely inside my ass. My cock is as hard as ever, as ready as ever.

And then you turn around and sit astride me again, this time placing my cock right between your legs. But as much as I want to be inside you, you don’t allow me to.

Not yet.

You rock your hips — back and forth, back and forth — rubbing your clit and lips on my shaft.

So wet, so needy, too. And the more you push your hips against me, the more you spread juices on my crotch, my shaft, my balls.

Your moans excite me. Your perfect chest, your tits I would love to suck-

I can’t even finish the thought, and you bend towards me and push a nipple inside my mouth.

“Suck it,” you command.

As if I need such an order.

I suck and lick like a baby who has finally obtained his favorite sweet. And the more you moan in my ears, the more you wriggle your pussy, now teasing your wet lips with my cockhead, the more I eagerly make love to your nipples.

I love your tits that much, and more. Never dare to take them away from me.

I moan in disappointment when you suddenly straighten up.

“Be patient,” you say again.

Slowly, waving in such a sexy way, you slide your hips forward. Your pussy rubs my cock. Then my stomach. Then you raise your crotch just enough until your sex is right in front of my face.

“Lick me.”

Ooh, I do. I lick, lap, suck, taste. I push my tongue the deepest I can inside you, then out, then in again. I wish I had twenty centimeters of tongue to be able to please you with it, to be able to reach your innermost parts.

But I better not say it out loud. You’d surely yell me something like “eek” or “that’s so gross”.

Well, no… today you would probably slap me.

But you like the way I lick you, I feel it. You rock your hips, rubbing your pussy and clit on my mouth, wetting my entire face.

I love it. I want more of it. But I can’t ask.

You slide a hand between your legs and begin rubbing your clit in front of me, while rubbing your pussy against my tongue. You are leaking wetness all over my face, squirting little drops of cum on my lips, cheeks, neck… I’ve never felt so happy. I know you’re restraining yourself, though. You would squirt way more if you wanted to.

You are such a woman.

I’m wondering how you are resisting to slide me inside yourself, though. My tongue is not enough for you anymore, I know it. You need my fingers. You need my cock to be satisfied properly.

That’s when you act. You finally slide down, grab my shaft, point it to your open sex, push your weight on it until it’s buried deep inside you. And when you open your mouth in pleasure, you lower your face to mine and kiss me passionately.

You ride me like that, moving your hips up and down, pushing them so hard on my crotch it almost hurt… and yet it feels so good. Even the plug in my ass just adds to the experience… making me hard as a rock, making me feel owned.

God, you’re so wet. Your pussy is leaking all over me. I feel your juices pouring down my balls, wetting the bed. I look at you with adoring eyes, and when you meet them you divert yours as if you don’t want to get distracted by my cheesiness at this moment, while you are focusing on your pleasure.

Nevertheless, I feel lucky to have such a sexy girlfriend.

My cock is telling it to you. Twitching and pulsating against your womb.

“Mark… it’s so big, Mark…”

I love when you put your hand on your belly like this, telling me you feel my cock as deep as your stomach.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop… I’m going to cum…”

I can’t talk. But fuck… I have to stop you or I’ll explode right away… this is too exciting. I feel your muscles grabbing my cock, massaging him inside you. Then another wave of squirt gushing out of you, as you push everything you’ve got out… all for me, with such strength that you push my cock out, too, and we burst together in a short laugh.

I’m lucky you’ve stopped. I was really on the edge, just now.

I seem to notice a hint of a movement of your hand. Were you going to slap me because I dared to laugh? If so, you must have already changed your mind. You turn back, grab my legs and slide my cock back inside you.

“Oh my God… what have I done…” you say when you notice the large wet spot on the bed. But there’s no regret in your words… you just pretend to be shy, now.

As soon as I’m back inside you, you start moving again. Up and down, back and forth… taking my cock all the way inside you. It must hurt — I know — because I’m reaching so deep till I hit your end. And yet you don’t even flinch. You keep on ramming your body down against me, moaning your pleasure for me, so hard that the plug inside my butt presses on the mattress each of your jumps, pushing inside me. It feels like having your fingers in my butt, while you fuck me. And it feels great.

“It’s so good… Mark… your cock feels so good… don’t you dare stop… I’ll kill you if you stop… don’t you… mmm… mghhh…”

I recognize the waves of pleasure taking over you. You shake, pushing my cock deep inside your cunt, tilting your head back in bliss.

And then I remember. I remember I’m free to cum inside you, today. You’ve told me it’s safe, when we’ve made love yesterday night.

Nothing is restraining me, anymore.

You must feel my new resolution because you don’t stop moving, and instead, you incite me.

“Cum, Mark… cum…. cum, my love… fill my pussy… cum inside me…”

Even if you asked me not to, I could not abide by your wish, now. It’s too late.

I explode.

Spurt after spurt, I fill your pussy, your womb. It feels like a river of cum gushing out of me. It’s always so much, for you… I’ll never understand how you can drive me crazy like this. Every single time.

You lean forward, slowly pulling your ass up until my cock slides out of you, and my juice with it, dirtying my belly. Such a sexy image, to watch my seed pouring out of you. Even after you possessed me like this, I feel the one owning you.

You stand up and walk to the bathroom.

“Hey… hey!” I call. “Aren’t you going to release me, now?”

The plug still locked in my ass feels uncomfortable now that I’ve cum.

“If you’re a good boy… maybe after my shower.”

“I’m going to pay you back,” I say.

“Words, words… always words… where’s the action?”

Your grin as you disappear into the other room makes my cock twitch, again.

I’ll make you pay for this.

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