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|The Jumbo Sale|
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The Jumbo Sale
Some years ago, my wife Lisa and I went to a jumbo sale on a Saturday. We noticed some pieces of unusual equipment on one of the tables, somewhat out of the way. There were some handcuffs and two things I couldn't identify. We asked the man running the sale about them. He said it was rather embarrassing but apparently the couple who had owned the house before had been into what he called "that tie-up stuff" and he and his elderly wife just wanted to get rid of all the "bondage junk" because it took up a lot of space. There was a lot more, he said and he said he'd give it all to us for fifty quid.
I started to say that we weren't interested but Lisa said, "Come on, baby, we could have all kinds of fun with that stuff." Lisa was always more liberal about sex than I was, and I tried to go along with her most of the time. We had done some pretty unusual things.
"Well," I said, "It might be kind of fun to have you all tied up."
"You sure can do that," the man said. "Most of this stuff can be used on anybody but some of it was designed to be used only on a man."
"That I like," Lisa grinned- and really started turning on the charm
to get me to buy the stuff. With her breathing in my ear and describing
the erotic things we could do, I forked over the money and we loaded the
stuff into the car. There was a lot of it.
When we got home, I tended to my chores, while she looked through the
new gear and continued reading the catalogues.
"Come on, strip baby," she purred.
So I stripped completely naked and put on the "trunks." Lisa tightened the belt around my waist. There were straps that went across my chest, over my shoulders and crossed again as they went down the back and buckled to the belt. It was obviously intended that they would be held on securely. There was a soft leather form-fitting cod piece snugly holding and obscenely displaying my cock and balls. It was removable. Likewise, a flap could be pulled down in the back, exposing my ass.
Next, Lisa picked up a leather sleeve.
"Stick your arm behind you and through it," she said. I did so. My left
arm went through to just above the elbow. Then she said, "Now your other
arm." Reaching behind me, I put my other arm through the sleeve, which
was big enough for both of them. There were a number of straps and buckles
I couldn't see. She tightened it until my arms were rigidly tied behind
my back, wrists to elbows. Once that was done, she suddenly became noticeably
more relaxed. She took a metal device
My legs were now spread three feet apart and I was standing uncomfortably
at about eye level with her. Then she picked up another device. It was
a leather contraption with lots of straps and a huge wad of leather in
the middle of the largest widest strap. "Open wide and say 'aahh!' babe,"
"Well, what do you think so far?" she purred. "If you want to call it
off just say so."
Lisa added a few more items: a dog collar and a leather hood that fit
over my head and laced up tight in the back, leaving only my nose and eyes
exposed. The added pressure of the hood further pressed the gag strap against
my face and pushed the wad of leather firmly into my mouth even more silencing
me. Then she was essentially finished - for the time being.
More than before, I fully realized she had no intention of letting me
go anytime soon. She led me over and set me on the couch.
"The remote is mine tonight," she cooed once and a while looking at it sitting on the table out of my reach.
Finally, when her program was over, she said, "Time for beddy-bye, babe."
Lisa lay down next to me and began rubbing her breasts against my side. My cock was straining against the tight leather and my balls were aching. I moaned with lust. Lisa began rubbing her hands over the codpiece. It was mind-boggling. I started thrusting at the air I was so horny and desperate. She reached under me and pulled down the back of the trunks, exposing my ass. She began rubbing my ass. I went crazy. It was beyond belief.
I couldn't stand it but I had no choice. Suddenly, she ripped down the
codpiece and my cock sprang out, harder than I had ever seen it. She took
a ruler and measured it. "Six and about 7 tenths inches," she said. "I'm
a little disappointed. Let's see if we can go for seven." She rubbed oil
on her hands and started stroking and rubbing my cock. I went mad. I was
pushing myself up off the bed I wanted to cum so bad. I felt my ejaculation
building and building and building.
She was right. It was going to be a very long night.
In the morning we made love again. After she showered, she undid the straps, and I was stiff, but free.
Now I'm used to it. I never know how long I'll be tied up, or in what
gear she'll bind me. I've spent weekends trussed up and gagged. Other times
it's only an hour or so. Usually it's at least over night. She ties me
up whenever she wants to watch something on television that I don't like
and she makes me sit through it. The thrill is in not knowing what she
will do next, or how long I'll be bound.
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