Spouse Requests Bondage and Submission
Smack, "Ah, please, sir, more... I've been exceptionally naughty..." Smack, "Ahh, I can feel it in my clitoris, I'm about to cum, aaaaaahhhh..." Smack. "Ah, I'm cumming..." The weekend before last witnessed a scene similar to this one, and truth be told, it wasn't the first time my palms came in contact with my wife's firm derriere. How do a regular thirty-something couple transition from just-okay intercourse to exhilarating BDSM-esque orgasms? To shed some light on the subject, let's delve back into the past to almost a year ago when a tipsy conversation with my charming wife.
"You know, honey, I think I'd like it if we were a bit rougher between the sheets. Perhaps with spanking and other things, I'm a rugged girl, I can handle it," Jennifer slurred intoxicatedly. I listened with rapt attention, my alcohol tolerance slightly higher and my wife's sudden, unanticipated sexual desires even less so.
At that point in our lives, we were nothing special in the area of romance, both of us enjoying oral tremendously, but our sexual escapades were typically in the missionary position. Hearing my wife's unexpected desires made me realize that we needed more than just plain vanilla to maintain our relationship. So, I flung her over my lap, hoisted her skirt, and smacked the same ass cheek before she could even react. She groaned and bucked her head back a moment while I gazed at her shapely bottom. "Keep it coming, baby. That tingled just the right spot," I said as I laid another handprint on her ass. I was duly rewarded with an intense moan. The noises emanating from my wife on the bed were unlike any she'd ever made in our bedroom, and at the moment, I knew banging the door down to an alternate sex life was exactly what we needed.
By that night, Jennifer had screamed herself through multiple orgasms. Not stopping there, she promptly crawled on her knees, delivered an astonishing blowjob—the first blowjob in our marriage where she took my cock all the way down her throat—before passing out. It appeared as if a simple spank had awakened another person in her.
The next morning, my sensual wife grabbed my erect member, snuggling up to my neck with her lips. "I don't know what came over me last night, babes, but that was so hot. Thanks for humoring me, and yes, you're welcome to do it more often," Jen breathed in an erotic whisper that turned my hard-on into steel. Despite the morning haze, she continued to caress me while snuggling in close. I turned her over, pushed her up on her knees and squeezed her curvy hips. She silently moaned, clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets as I rubbed her vulnerable backside and wet labia. Before you could say boo, I slipped my hard length into her. I held onto her tight hips, thrusting into her deeply, ensuring my spongy tip caressed her clitoris with each thrust. Her body clenched and relaxed in glorious response before I poured a torrent of sperm into her pussy, and we both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Doggy-style was nothing we ever did, but I thought it might become a staple in our future. To take things a step further, I rounded up what else I could find in the house and bound my trembling partner. Her eyes bulged at the sight of the belt in my hand. "What are you going to do to me, Mister?" She begged.
I threaded my fingers through her soft, anchored hair and guided her face to her knees. The wild sexuality I'd never seen before shone in her eyes as she met my standing form with my infuriatingly hard penis. "Would you like to suck my dick, Sir?" She didn't finish, plunging her face onto my cock, granting me her best imitation of a pornstar. I gripped her hair and forced her head up and down, her hands clenching the sheets while her eyes teared. Unwavering in her mouth, she serviced me for nearly ten minutes before I unloaded a massive load down her throat. Happy with her handiwork, she swallowed in quick gulps as my entire length responded one final time. Looking up at me with her glazed eyes, she whimpered, "Wow, that was so hot. I can't believe how slutty I am, on all fours, with a dick down my throat, and I'm dripping wet enough to saturate my panties." Admitted my uninhibited wife.
With my hand still in her hair, I pulled her up and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a small bounce. I then dived face-first into her wetness, my hands on her thighs forcing them apart. My mouth found her hard clitoris and I added suction to fully expose all the nerve endings. I flicked my tongue back and forth until she screamed through the first orgasm of the evening. Jen's head thrashed side to side as my hands kept her thighs open and my mouth stayed connected to her pulsing clitoris. By orgasm three, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, begging me to stop as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Fuck, I'm too sensitive, please stop, I can't take another orgasm, ahhhhhhhhh.." she cried out during orgasm number four. Her body soon went limp, and I untied her and covered her with a tender kiss on her sweaty forehead.
After that weekend, we almost never had regular sex. In fact, by the following week, we were already exchanging links to bondage benches, leather cuffs, and various sex toys. Jen confessed she devoured smutty literature on a regular basis and loved it when the hero took the heroine with force. "I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated to the thought of being fucked while I was tied up. Something about the complete release of responsibility turns me on, in a special way." Jen shared with a shy smile.
The opposite had a similar effect on me, and I shared that the image of a helpless woman, maybe even fighting against her bonds, made me rock hard. We kissed passionately and that afternoon, visited our first 'adult' store. We shopped like addicts, purchasing leather cuffs, butt plugs, various vibrators, and a surprising request from Jen: a red ball gag. I'm pretty sure we both could have cum right then and there as we slipped into the car seats. In fact, Jen clearly hoped to do that as she shoved batteries into a small vibe and pushed it against her clitoris. "Fuck, I'm so wet, can you fuck me really hard as soon as we get home?" Jen asked with half-closed eyes as she neared orgasm.
I took the vibrator out of her hand and her eyes shot open. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, but you need to know that you are not allowed to cum this weekend unless you beg me for it." I said in a commanding tone. Jen immediately picked up on this game, bargaining for orgasms by sucking me off, putting a plug in her own ass, and even letting me cum on her face as we drove through traffic. A stern look on my face left her panting, but she knew she wouldn't be cumming just yet. She spent the rest of the ride touching my cock through my pants and promising to do anything I wanted.
Once home, I pulled into the garage and closed it. Walking around, I opened Jen's door and helped her out with one hand while sliding the other under her short dress. Her panties were soaked, and I explained she would be stripping right here in the garage. She moaned and pulled her dress over her head, exposing a matching bra and panty set. It was summer, so her clothes were light and frilly. I unsnapped her bra and pulled her panties down. Pushing a few fingers into her wet center, I said that I would be locking leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles and that she was to go into the house and find her sexiest heels before returning to the living room.
Jen soon walked back, her makeup now slightly darker and wearing black stilettos with thin ankle straps. She strutted into the room, eyes down, but with an air of confidence. Damn, this woman was exceptionally hot. Using her hair as a handle, I guided her to her knees and bent her over our coffee table. The cuffs were connected to the far legs, and I added a few handprints to her upturned ass. Jen yelped.
"It's time to pay the piper, Jennifer. We're now going to introduce your little ass to a new friend. She groaned. Pulling the newly purchased lube out of the bag, I applied a generous amount to my fingers and swirled them around her exposed anus. Jen's head shot up, but she didn't voice a complaint. "That's quite a new sensation, isn't it, baby? You've said no to butt stuff for years, but here you are on your knees and bound, not much choice but to take whatever is about to happen."
I said in a demanding tone as my lubed finger slowly pushed through her tight bottom. Jen grunted more and then visibly relaxed. I took that as a sign, added more lube, and a second finger as well as using my other hand to circle her now swelling clitoris.
"Wow, wow... oh my God, ah, ah, oh God..." Jen uttered incoherently. I carefully withdrew my fingers and she swiveled around to find out what was going on. She watched as I extracted a plug from an inconspicuous bag we'd bought. After wiping it down, I lubed it up and placed it against her back entrance. "Alright, darling, is this your first butt plug? Are you ready for your behind to be invaded? I'm thinking I might penetrate your vulnerable, restrained body with this. Would you like that? Would you be able to come with a plug in your anus?" I asked.
Jen moaned a tiny bit, moved her bottom backward as hard as she could, and silently mouthed, "Yes, sir." With that, she was subject to a bit of pressure, and the sounds coming out of Jen's throat increased dramatically. She relaxed even more, made little sounds, and the resistance to the plug became significantly reduced. She also let me place a finger back on her clit to prevent any sudden climaxes while I was working on the plug. The plug finally made its way through, and was now firmly nestled within her. "Please, oh God, I need to orgasm so bad... please, fuck me. I'll do anything..." she pleaded through her ball gag.
Tied up and gagged, I admired the scantily-clad Jen on my coffee table, and I slipped out of my clothes. Besides her one unused hole, we'd filled the rest. I couldn't help but squirm as I started to grease up, then I slid in, my arousal increasing when I felt the plug against my pubic bone. Every time I hit this spot, it would also push the plug into her backside, creating a sensory overload. Her muffled moans grew louder the deeper I got. I tried to keep a steady pace until she reached a point where it seemed like her clit would get some much-needed stimulation. I stopped completely, and Jen pushed back on me feverishly, grunted into her gag, and tried as hard as she could to call out for me to continue. "Remember, I told you you'd have to ask to cum. I'm not hearing you ask, baby." I said playfully. Drool dripped from her mouth, and I saw her lip-read my words, then she pleaded me to return to the motion that had nearly taken her over before.
Jen was shortly overwhelmed by her second orgasm, and I couldn't hold out much longer, releasing my manly fluids into her greedy pussy. I pulled out and untied her handcuffs, then took the gag out. "Wow, that was intense. I've never screamed like that before. I can't believe there's a plug in my ass. I'm still tingly everywhere. What have you done to me?" she inquired, expecting no answer.
After taking the plug out, we decided to test the cuffs on her knees with her hands behind her back, and on her back with her binds attached to her ankles. The helplessness added to her arousal, and that evening, we attempted a new pair of nipple clamps. Jen's ordinary nipples had always been quite sensitive, but now they seemed to hum with a trill of pleasure/pain. "Oh God, oh God, take them off..." she begged. After pulling them off, she then reversed her request, and we repeated this a number of times before she found it enjoyable to have them put back on. At this point, even those swollen, sensitive nipples were, in her own words, "still tingly."
We spent the night experimenting, and Jen was transitioning from a once reluctant nipple play participant to a player that smiled at any teasing and pleading for more attention and pain. "Finger me baby... I'm so close..." she pleaded. Hard as that was to deny, I inserted two fingers into my wife's attractive sex box while I gripped her hair. "Please, let me come, oh God... I'm so close, fuck me... spank me, but please let me come," she begged as her waist thrust into my hand. I moved my mouth back to her nipples, trying to ease some of the clamp pain with my tongue. "I can feel that in my sex box... it's crazy. I'm tingly everywhere," she asked.
When I should have reintroduced the gag considering her order to climax for me, she inexplicably experienced an intense climax that nearly caused her to collapse, held upright only by the assistance of her hair and my grasp on her pussy.
"I think my nipples climaxed along with yours, that was insane. I'm still ejaculating in small spurts." I could feel her pelvic muscles clamping down on my fingertips. Weakened, I released my hold on her pussy and gently pushed her to her knees, careful to support her before she could no longer balance on the high heels.
Holding her hair, I directed her mouth to my aching cock.
"Prove how thankful you are for the pain I inflicted on your cherished nipples," I instructed, and she abruptly enveloped my erect member in a frenzied blowjob. I appreciated the sensations and the performance simultaneously. In addition to this, I could feel the clamps I had secured to her nipples tapping against my legs. The fetish choice was tantalizing. I released a large volume of semen into her mouth, and afterward, I applied the fluids to her panting lips, causing her to exclaim in embarrassment, "Fuck you, what have you done to me? I'm such a submissive bitch for enduring the stimulation of my sensitive nipples and now you're splattering me with your cum. I just ground my tortured nipples on your shaft and cunt to feel both pleasure and pain, and you've finished by splashing your juices in my face. I can't fathom how I've rendered myself this state."
I assisted her in cleaning herself, and afterward, I removed the nipple clamps. The abrupt reintroduction of blood flow to her sensitive breasts resulted in an exclamation of immense agony. I then helped her remove her restraints, allowing her to bundle herself in a comfortable robe. This revealed that she appreciated my love for bondage.
Weekends and occasional weekdays were now filled with bondage and coitus for her. The nipple clamps had now become essential for her collection. One noteworthy Saturday, I realized a secret desire and satisfied myself inside her rectum. We had gathered a collection of anal plugs and that day, Jen was performing housework dressed as a sexy servant in high heels and sporting a new plug. It also contained an internal vibrator.
Choosing to perform her duties in the kitchen, I secretly controlled the vibrator at different intensities and settings, toying with her as she unwittingly focused on household tasks. The sight of my wife doing housework in heels and a plug fully inserted into her anus was incredibly erotic. However, I had been wrapped in an all-consuming project and was eager to reveal my efforts before Jen could reach out and pleasure herself by playing with the toy.
I released her hands from their cuffs and approached her as she stood bemused by the spanking bench setup in the basement. She certainly understood the notion, and her curiosity was apparent. Clipping her wrists and ankles to the bench gave her a helpless appearance.
"I've admired alternatives on Etsy when acquiring toys, are you attempting to tie me to it, debase my cunt?" She could sense where this was going.
No longer shackled and dressed in a tulip-skirted maid's outfit, she had donned an anal plug. I directed her into the now familiar position on the scene of torment and relaxation, not only restraining each extremity but also her core, limiting her potential interaction with her body.
"This is elaborate, I'm so powerless, and I'm at the perfect height to access my three holes for you," expressed Jen in arousal. Upon entering her mouth, she expressed her thoughts for a memento image for later.
"Prepare yourself to become a three-hole slut, are you ready?" I inquired, gaining her attention, careful not to leave my penis in her mouth. Adjusting my position, I pushed my cock into her vagina, fully penetrating her. After a few thrusts, I pulled the plug from her anus; she sagged and cried out.
"Ah, my spine is forced into a gentle curve between my instruments and my inescapable position, the support makes my elevated vagina, mouth, and ass accessible for pleasure or distress." She affected.
Lowering my erection and united with her hand, I clamped her wrists as I gazed at the site, scintillated by the erotic vision, packed with anticipation.
"Are you genuinely going to bind me up and screw my anus, aren't you? You'll force me to take a dick into my butt and likely come in me, damn, I think it's making me damper knowing I can't prevent you and you're solely going to screw my anus while I'm trapped to a bench." Rambled Jen whilst I added more lubricant to her stretched anus.
I settled my penis against her cherry and retained it there. Jen grunted. I pushed in slightly, and I could feel her tense up. "Come on baby, be an excellent whore and accept my cuck up your anus, I vow, I'll even let you cum." I teased her as she started to unwind.
I had the initial inch in and performed subtle shifts as Jen moaned and groaned as if she was being truculently fucked. "Are you certain it'll fit? You're a lot bigger than our toys." Inquired Jen. I pushed in an additional inch in response and she grunted.
Before long, I was predominantly in her anus and had applied lubricant various times. We had passed the burning sensation level and were now into the stuffed up feeling. To help distract her, I also inserted our Lovesense vibrator into her vagina. This harsh device featured a bulbous primary body that rested inside and a tail that extended out and rubbed against her clit. The consequence was instantaneous, and she thrust back as much as she could, inadvertently pushing me out of her anus and moving the vibrator against my balls.
"Holy fuck, oh god, you're in my anus and I'm going to cum, please sir, can I cum, I need to cum." Pleaded Jen as I resumed a slow thrusting into her anus. God she was tight and she was clearly close to cumming, and I relished her precarious position. She knew well if she could cum with my penis in her anus, she'd have to concur she enjoyed anal and I suspect that induced her significant conflict.
I turned the vibrator to full, held her hips, and commenced a more forceful thrust into her anus. "Go before, baby, I want to witness you cum with a cock up your anus, you're my anal screw slut now. You're incredibly snug on my penis, I'm not positive I'll even utilize your pussy again." I lied, but recognized this would confuse her mind.
Jen commenced bucking against the ties as her body spasmed in orgasm, her anus clamped down on me and made the sensations even more intense as I thrust in and out of her tight derriere. Jen's lengthy hair swayed vigorously as her head jerked around, driven by the orgasmic spasms that now permeated her pussy and seemed to inundate her diminutive body.
I was now slamming into her and could feel the vibrations through the walls of her vagina. The intensity was extraordinary and I climaxed in an uncontrolled way that I could feel from my toes to my eyebrows. The tightening of my balls every time I shot into her anus seemed to continue forever, every time I impelled my hips into her anus and she'd let out a wild wail.
It felt like an era before the twitching ceased, and I gently eased out of an exhausted Jen. After wiping us both off, I removed her ties, divested her maid apparel off, and conveyed her to a neighboring couch, wrapping us both in a throw. Jen nestled my neck and questioned "Did you relish fucking my anus? I can still feel it, I'm extremely sensitive down there now."
I kissed her in response, and she swiftly dozed off. Anal didn't occur frequently, but when it did, we ensured it was intemperate. The spanking bench also turned into a standard fixture in our sex life and was only the inaugural of various novelties to grace our cellar.
The subsequent weekend, I bound her to the bench and employed it for its designated purpose. Starting with a riding crop, I provided little superficial gashes across her turned-over anus whilst she begged through the ball gag. Just to ensure it remained fun, the Lovesense vibrator was also present as well as a diminutive butt plug and the evil nipple clamps. She was helpless and stimulated beyond any limit. I concluded with the vibrator at full strength and my hand touching her anus cheeks. She came with such a violence I could hear the bench creaking as she twisted her body against the bindings that confined her in my control.
Following detaching all of the toys and ties from her, she remained still catching her breath on the bench. "Jesus christ, I believe you're trying to slay me, I could sense that orgasm in every aspect of my body, I'm still trembling, wait, you need to cum as well. Where do you wish to fuck me baby? How can I satisfy you? You understand I'm your bondage wife and I'll do everything you order." lauded an evidently still frisky Jen.
"Did you enjoy getting fucked while tied up?" I inquired. "Not really, I enjoyed being me and cherished how you treated me like a queen and a slut" came her response. As a result, another small amount of cum escaped the head of my penis and deposited itself upon her lips. She erotically licked it off and gave a demonstration of how she swallowed it.
It was surprising how quickly we transformed our basement into a dungeon and conquered an excessive amount of toys within six months. The bondage cross became a favorite object of mine. Just last weekend, I wrapped up Jen with her hands up, facing the cross, standing, with legs spread apart. Her body's mobility was severely restricted, as her buttocks prominently stuck out. After trying out a new flogger for a while, I approached her from behind and thrust my erection into her vagina. Jen made noise with her voice and pushed against my hips forcefully as she could. Subsequently, I grasped a nipple with one hand and swirled my fingers around her clit with the other. With her body's violent jerks, she inadvertently pushed down onto my cock. The experience of standing and penetrating felt intensely alluring and the sight of her strapped to the cross, standing tall in enormous heels and completely helpless to do anything but endure the intercourse she was receiving caused both of us to reach an intense and almost synchronous climax.
Jen still hung loose from her wrists and was gasping for breath, but I helped her down and took her to the couch we frequently used. "I hope this never becomes monotonous, dear. In the past year, I've climaxed more times and more intensely than in any past week," she exclaimed. I smirked. Indeed, Jen, this was enjoyable, and more great experiences were in store for us. I had recently installed a winch in the ceiling of our dungeon, as well as ordered a chastity belt that would undoubtedly have her going insane. Keep an eye out for the events that would unfold as we see how long she can bear chastity and try out some restraint bondage techniques. I was overpowered by the thought of the unlimited bondage potential at my disposal.
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