by Dan Moran
“Ooooohh!” she cried. “Ooooo-ooo-ohhhhhh! Huuuhhhh....”
I stopped after a few minutes and stood up again, holding the back of her head and kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. “Okay,” I said, “you can put your hands down now. Get up to the bedroom.” I followed her as she walked through the living room and went up the stairs, loving the sight of her walking through the house stark naked. When we got to the bedroom, I pointed to the area that had all of the ring bolts and said, “You know where to stand.”
She moved obediently to the spot and stood with her hands at her sides, looking at me meekly and awaiting further instruction. I reached under the bed and pulled out the boxes of our new bedroom gear. I began with the wrist cuffs, putting them on her as she held her hands out for me, then pulling her arms above her head and clipping her into the central ring right above her. Next I got the leg cuffs on, and once more she stood with legs spread as she had downstairs—only this time, she was bound in place and could not move if she wanted to.
“Now,” I said, “you’re nice and secure. All clipped in place. Try to move.”
She did but was unable to do more than wriggle in place, making a few clinking sounds.
“So, you are mine, completely mine...” I walked around her, running a hand over her body as I circled her. “I do so enjoy your naked body. I love to stare at it from every angle. I love to feel it.” Here I suddenly grasped her right breast, squeezing lustily but not too hard.
“Oh, yes,” she panted, “fondle me. Grope me.”
I kneaded her breasts, then sucked them some more as I grabbed her ass. I lowered myself and tongued her abdomen, then kissed around her pubic hair, still playing with her tits. “Ohhh...” she sighed. “Eat me... please...”
I stood again. “Oh, not yet, my sweet,” I told her, enjoying her frustration. Her hips had begun bucking and rolling a little, to the limited extent that this was possible in her bonds. I walked over to the boxes on the floor next to the bed. Rummaging for a moment, I produced the nipple clamps. Her eyes widened for a moment when she saw me carrying them toward her.
“Oh, I don’t know...” she said with some trepidation.
“There’s only one way to find out.” They were adjustable, and I put them on the lightest setting, testing one of the clamps on my fingertip. I held her right breast cupped in my left hand, squeezing slightly. Her flesh was immobile, helpless in my grip. Her delicate pink nipple stuck out toward me, totally hard despite Justine’s apparent anxiety. I opened one clamp and held it up to her eyes, smiling wickedly. “Ready?”
“I don’t know.”
Without any further talk, I placed the clamp around her nipple and let it go. There was a sharp intake of breath, and Justine’s head tilted back, her eyes closed and teeth clenched. I let go of her breast and grabbed the other one. After a deep breath, she hissed, “Yes. Do it!” I put the remaining clamp on her other nipple, then let go and stepped back as she breathed rapidly, her brows furrowed, getting used to the pain. I helped her out by tonguing the ends of her nipples, teasing them lightly with tiny licks and probes, wetting them, soothing them. This seemed to do a lot for her; she began writhing and twitching, her eyes still closed but now with a smile on her face. “Aaahhhhh... ooo. Oh. Oh! Oooo...”
I stepped back again. “You look good in nipple clamps. For that matter, you look good tied up. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier.” I reached into one of the boxes again, finding the gag. “Let’s see what this looks like on you.” I approached her and she opened her mouth like a true submissive, waiting for me to stick the ball gag between her lips. I placed it in her mouth and she sucked at it while I tied it around her head. “There,” I said. “Now I can eat you some more.”
I got on the floor again, resuming my favorite activity in the world—eating my wife’s pussy. I’ve always loved cunnilingus, and in fact, I’ve sometimes enjoyed it more than the women on whom I’ve done it. Even Justine was sometimes oddly sensitive or ticklish and would make me stop long before I was done. Now, though, she was strapped in place with her legs spread, unable to move, her naked pussy bared wide for my pleasure. Now I wouldn’t have to stop until I was good and ready.
I began slowly, kissing the outer lips, giving long, slow laps with my wet tongue, caressing the ridges of her labia. I got the tip of my tongue inside, carefully licking every last inch as I slid my tongue in deeper. Justine panted and bucked. “Mghnnghgh!” she moaned. I reached up and parted her lips with my hands so I could more easily tongue her inner flesh. I licked and lapped at every spot, moving her tender skin with my tongue, drinking the sweet sex fluids that continually oozed out of her. Then I shoved my whole face up into her, moving my mouth in a frenzy, masturbating her with my face. She gasped, and it seemed she was trying to back away, but of course she couldn’t. Held in place, she had to surrender to my lustful lickings. I slowed down again after a time, and I could hear her panting heavily through her nose. Her gagged moans had begun to sound pleading, almost whining, but I went on eating. I savored every moment and every drop, inhaling deeply to enjoy more of her lovely heavy scent. I began working on her clit, just with the tip of my tongue, pulling back the skin above and around it to expose the sensitive nub of her ecstasy. I stuck the two middle fingers of my left hand into her, curling them back as I drew them out, then shoving them in again. She squirmed incredibly, crying around the gag, close to hyperventilation as I fingered and tongued her.
Then she let out a shriek that was loud even around the gag, and her pussy contracted against my face. Something else happened that had never happened with us before: I found my face drenched with several jets of clear fluid. I didn’t actually see her squirt, as my face was pressed up against her, but I knew that was what had happened. It was as if someone had just tossed a glassful of warm water onto my face. Surprised, I automatically wiped my face with one forearm and blinked my eyes. I got to my feet and looked at her, smiling at the thought that I had just gotten her so powerfully aroused that she had experienced her first female ejaculation.
She looked at me with exhausted, wondering eyes, breathing heavily as she hung there naked, her taut limbs glowing with the after-effects of orgasm. I took the gag out of her mouth and let it hang around her neck, to help her get her breath back.
“Oh... my... God...” she panted. “What the fuck? I never... oh God. Mmmmm. Oh, that was fucking intense...”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Now, I’m going to undo these bonds, and when I do, I want you to walk over to the bed and lie down on your back.”
She panted and raised a wondering eyebrow as I began to release her. I could tell she was thinking about what I might do next, but would not ask. Once free, she did as I instructed. I then began the process of binding her up again, this time using the cuffs at the corners of our bed. She just smiled and offered me compliant limbs as I moved around the bed and secured her hands. For her legs, though, I had something else in mind. The leg cuffs were adjustable in size, so I moved them up above her knees, then fastened them to the head of the bed. This forced her legs to bend and lift, her knees somewhere near her breasts. She smiled as I bound her firmly in this new position. “Oh yes...” she whispered. “Oh, I’m still horny. Oh yes, make me come again...”
“Don’t you worry,” I told her, stuffing the gag back in her mouth. I tugged gently at the chain on the nipple clamps, giving a few pulls and watching her tits jiggle as she grunted tiny protests. Then I went into her nightstand drawer and brought out her favorite vibrator, which resembled a large microphone made of white plastic. I stood next to her and turned it on. “Plenty of battery left,” I said as it hummed to life. Her eyes followed me as I walked to the foot of the bed, where I knelt and savored the sight of her bared pussy, legs lifted and spread, her sex wide open for me to play with as I saw fit. “Still horny, eh?” I said with a smile, as I barely touched the buzzing bulge of the plastic device to her tender pink lips. Instantly, her whole body jerked.
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br /> “GGGHHHH!” she tried to scream.
I touched it to her pussy again, very lightly, then a few more times, just delicate touches in different spots along her wet slit. She shuddered and rolled her hips from side to side, as if trying to escape from the torture of this intense pleasure, but I simply pursued her with the barest movement of my hand. It was easy to torment her with this overwhelming delight, and I enjoyed doing it.
“HHHHGGGNH!!!” she gagged, and, “MGNH! NGH!”
After a time, I began to press more firmly, inserting the end of the vibrator between her lips, pressing them apart with it. I moved up and down at first, then added small circular motions to my upward and downward strokes. She was inarticulate, and her sweat-drenched torso heaved with strained breaths as I buzzed her inflamed pussy. Her head rolled violently from side to side, and the pitch of her gagged screams increased; I pressed more deeply, holding her outer lips apart with my other hand, and finally her entire form shook and spasmed, and I saw her come once again.
I took away the vibrator and shut it off, massaging the undersides of her thighs, then kissing her belly. I could see that tears had rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were still closed. I took off the nipple clamps, kissing her breasts gently, but I left the gag in. Going to the box of goodies once more, I brought out a large black feather. “Let’s see what we can do with this,” I said. Her eyes looked at me, but she still seemed to be far away in the heavenly realms of post-orgasmic bliss. On a sudden inspiration, I decided to get out a blindfold, too, lifting her head gently and tying it softly in place. Her breathing slowed and relaxed as she waited for my touch.
First, I brushed her right shoulder with the tip of the feather, bringing it up her arm to her cuffed wrist, lingering a moment to tickle her palm. Next I made soft circles on her left knee, then her forehead. I kept touching her lightly, briefly, always varying the place. I brushed against a nipple and she quivered. I brought the feather down the center of her torso to the start of her pubic hair, and her lower body stiffened. I stood next to the bed and used the feather to caress her face, one side at a time, very slowly and gently. Her breathing had become deep and slow once again, and she gave tiny, soft moans, stretching her throat out to me to be caressed. I bent forward and kissed the smooth soft whiteness under her chin, on the sides of her neck. I used the feather to brush her left arm while I lightly licked her left nipple. “Mmmmhhhhh...” she moaned.
I moved to the foot of the bed once again and ran the feather up one thigh and down the other, making large circles but skipping the area between her legs. After some moments, I knelt and kissed the undersides of her thighs, gently, then returned to stroking them with the feather. With each pass, I came closer and closer to the center, and her body tightened in response. Again, I stopped and began kissing, this time on either side of her pubic area, and I added a few short licks. Justine whimpered in response. I gave the insides of her thighs a few long, hot licks, then lowered my head and kissed the top of her pussy. She shuddered. “Mnnnnhh? Nnnnh!”
“Oh yes, my dear. I want to eat you some more. I just looove the taste of your sweet sex...”
I lowered my head and began eating her again, slowly and methodically licking, probing, slurping. Her hips jerked and the bed shook with her straining, but all of this only served to rub her pussy against my face as I pressed it between her wide-open legs. I hummed “Mmmmmm” into her lips, and she yelped behind the gag. I looked up from her crotch and saw her throat, her head was thrown back. Her nipples were enormously swollen and stuck out like miniature erections. I knew she was overexcited, involuntarily aroused beyond her control—but could she come again?
Whatever the answer, I knew that I, for one, could come again, and that I was yearning to do so. I wanted her to watch me, though. I pulled my face out of her pussy and got to my feet, moving to the head of the bed and undoing the blindfold. Then I went back to stand at the foot of the bed and began stripping naked as quickly as possible. I loved seeing her tied and spread, a position that I’d never had her in before, and I ached to fuck her in that helpless condition. She looked at me, peering down her body, between her legs, regarding my revived erection as I pulled off my socks.
She obviously couldn’t say anything, and she didn’t even make a sound, but I saw the look in her eyes. It conveyed her yearning to be fucked.
“Oh yes, Justine, my love,” I said, naked at last and climbing onto the bed. “You are my helpless love slave. Your naked body is mine. Your lovely cunt is mine. And I’m going to stuff it with this fat cock and satisfy myself.”
She nodded vigorously and squealed as I rubbed the head, still somewhat sore from earlier orgasms, around her glistening, swollen lips. Then I rolled my hips and pushed into her with a slow, satisfying shove of hot, full flesh. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, that’s good,” I sighed.
“Hnnnhhhh...” she agreed with a long, low moan.
I remained still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being all the way in, of filling her, then I slowly pulled most of the way out. I thrust in only about an inch, pulled back, then went all the way in once more, making both of us moan in unison. I waited a few more seconds, then repeated the move, this time giving two brief thrusts of about an inch before sinking my full length inside with two longer strokes. A moment of moaning delight, then I progressed to three short strokes followed by three long ones. We had both come so many times that day, were both so exhausted and enraptured at the same time that this sex was not about getting to orgasm; instead, it was just a prolonged enjoyment of bliss-filled flesh, of sweetness and heat, of wet softness and hard fire. When I had gotten up to nine short strokes and was trying for nine deep ones, my orgasm came on the seventh stroke and surprised me. In the middle of pure bliss, I was suddenly pulsing and spurting what little come I had left in me, emptying myself completely for the fourth time that day. I heaved a huge sigh and fell onto Justine’s sweaty body for a moment.
Then, realizing this probably wasn’t very comfortable for her, I lifted my torso off of her and pulled out slowly. I walked around the side of the bed and removed the gag from her mouth. She gasped at mouthfuls of fresh air, but as I began to unfasten one of her leg cuffs, she surprised me by saying, “Wait!”
I looked at her. “What do you want to do?” I asked.
“Eat me?” she said with a tone of pleading inquiry. “Please? Oh please, I was so close...”
I smiled. “My pleasure.”
I got back to the foot of the bed, kneeled, and got my tongue into the sweet hot stickiness once again. Without the gag, Justine freely yelped, “Oh! Oh yes! Oh oh oh AAAHHH ohhh ooooo oh God oh yes...” It was strange to hear all of this so clearly after having heard it muffled for a while. I tongued with real gusto to hear her still enjoying all of this attention to her pussy. She was no longer trying to get away from my tongue, but bucking her hips up and down against it, trying to shove herself against me even harder. “Oh GIVE me that tongue! Oh yes lick me... oh eat... oh God do it, yeah, fuck yeah, eat me... EAT ME... fuck me with your face!!!! Eat MEEEEEEOOOOOHHHHhhhhhhh...”
And with wild shrieking and hip-thrusting, thigh-shaking frenzy, she came again.
***
Later on, after I had untied Justine and put all of our toys away, we lay under the covers, holding each other and talking about the night’s activities.
“It was fun,” Justine told me, “being your slave, of sorts. And those were good orgasms. Those were great orgasms.”
“They certainly seemed intense. How about that squirting thing? Has that ever happened to you before?”
“No. I didn’t even know I could.”
“I guess you really got into this role, too.”
She looked at me for some moments. “You know, I did enjoy it. And yes, I came hard a bunch of times. But you know...”
“What?” I asked.
“Well... I still don’t like it as much as being in charge of you. I mean, I’m glad to feel the other side of things, and to try out o
ur toys from the other angle, but there’s something so much more deeply satisfying to me about dominating you. Maybe I didn’t gush when you were tied up or when I spanked you, but I love it so much more. I just love playing with you and having you be all mine, my little pet and slave. I love having you at my command. I love smacking your ass and watching you squirm as it turns red. I love having you obey. I don’t know. I guess it goes beyond just a turn-on and really makes me happy in some other hidden way that I don’t get when I’m the one who’s helpless.”
I stared into space for some moments, thinking.
She stroked my head and kissed me. “Hey,” she said, concerned. “That doesn’t upset you, does it? Were you hoping I’d like being your slave more?”
“No,” I said, turning to her. “I was hoping you’d say just what you said. I liked having my way with you, but not as much as when you control me. I’m glad you like being dominant better. I’d much rather be naked and helpless and in your grasp, doing your bidding and satisfying you in every way. I never knew how much... I...”
“Shhh,” she said softly, placing a finger upon my lips. “I know. We don’t have to explain to each other. We’ve discovered something here, something powerful, and it doesn’t matter how or why. All that matters is that it’s worth exploring. We each want to make each other as happy as possible, and it happens to fall neatly into place by us each enjoying one side of things more. We can certainly switch around from time to time. I know I’d like to do this again, be tied up and tortured to orgasm again and again by you and your merciless tongue.” She smiled and winked at me. “But for now, we know what we each want most of the time.”
“Yes,” I whispered, gazing longingly at her, this love of my life.
“And next time,” she added, “you will give me the key. And I will punish you for making me come so much. And you will love it.”