Marcus pushed through the front door, still covered in sweat from his earlier workout. He kicked off his shoes, groaning at the stiffness in his back as he bent over to place them on the rack.
Reassuring himself that the soreness was strictly due to exertion and not related to the slowly accelerating aging process, he straightened, hands kneading his lower back. He collected his gym bag and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he pressed the cold can against his forehead and the back of his neck, sighing. He opened the tab, taking a long swig. I really need a shower.
Renee had mentioned earlier that she was feeling tired and planned to go to bed early. Not thinking much of it, Marcus had planned to have the evening to himself, a night on the couch consisting of some video games and a couple more drinks before going to bed himself. Maybe I'll finally get past that last boss fight, that guy's impossible.
Carrying his bag in one hand and beer in the other, Marcus mounted the stairs to their bedroom, mentally rehearsing potential strategies that would result in victory. He entered their bedroom and paused, all thoughts of video games banished from his mind as he was greeted by the sight of his wife on the bed.
She knelt in the center of the bed, leather cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles. A blindfold covered her eyes and a black leather collar circled her neck. Her hands were held behind her, and a leather riding crop lay balanced across her thighs.
“I've been waiting for you to get home. You're not going to keep a girl waiting any longer, are you?, she teased, biting her lower lip suggestively.
Marcus stayed silent, dropping his gym bag and circling the bed, drinking in the sight as he sipped his beer. Her nipples stood at attention, her breasts supple and inviting. She turned her head as he circled her, blindly following the sounds of his steps. Her hands were bound together with a metal clasp. Easily escapable, he noted. Her ankles were cuffed but unbound, begging for additional restraint.
He moved behind her, cupping her breast from behind and rolling her nipple between his fingers. His teeth found the junction between her shoulder and neck, biting softly as his other hand traced over her stomach, his touches light and teasing.
She moaned and pulled against her wrist restraints, her fingers reaching for the clip. He covered it with his hand, blocking her escape. “Are you really trying to escape already?”
“My body yearns for freedom. I have no control over it.” Her breath hitched as his other hand continued its explorations, teasing touches working all over her sensitive spots. She writhed in his grip, her fingers still trying to release the clip holding her wrists together.
“I love that you got yourself ready for me, but I think that you still have far too much freedom for this to really count as proper bondage” His hands continued to play over her body as she squirmed, gasping as his fingers caressed her pussy.
Marcus removed his belt, wrapping it around her chest and cinching it above her elbows. She pouted as he reached under the bed, withdrawing a bag containing the majority of their bondage gear. Taking a moment to evaluate, he removed several coils of rope, a few rolls of vet wrap and some foam balls. Those busy hands are going to be the first things to go.
He pressed a foam ball into her left hand. “Make a fist.” She complied, cocking her head to the side quizzically. He began to wrap vet wrap over her hand, compressing it into a useless fist. “Wouldn’t you rather I have my hands free?”, she asked, her right hand reaching back towards his crotch. He chuckled at her efforts, repeating the same process on her right hand. “Don’t you worry about me baby, I’m sure you’ll do great without the use of your hands.”
She sighed, knowing that her freedom was now totally in his hands. He unclipped the link holding her wrist cuffs together and removed the belt. She brought her hands forward, trying to peek under the blindfold to find any weak points in the wrapping. He grabbed the riding crop from her thighs, administering a light smack across her ass. She yelped, more in surprise than pain.
“Uh uh.”, he chided, pulling her wrists together and threading a coil of rope through the rings. He cinched the rope and knotted it, binding her wrists together before pulling her forward. She offered no resistance, gently coming to rest face down. He tied her wrists to the corner of the headboard, stretching her arms above her. She was silent for the moment, her usual sarcasm softened by the restraints.
Turning his attention to her ankles, he threaded another rope through the rings, linking her ankles together before tying them off to the footboard, opposite to her hands. Marcus took a moment to admire her nude form, the curve of her ass rising deliciously. As if she felt his gaze, she wiggled her hips seductively, inviting further attention. Deciding that she still had too much slack, he tightened her ankle rope, prompting a squeal from her as her legs were pulled a couple more inches. Marcus could see the tension in her arms and he eased off a fraction, knotting the rope and tugging on it to make sure it was secure. She was now properly stretched out, secured diagonally across their king size bed.
“I thought you said you were tired? This isn’t exactly what I imagined when you said you were going to bed early,” he observed.
“I couldn’t sleep. I started reading some stories online and was getting all hot and bothered. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I would last until you got home.” With this, she again began wiggling her ass, trying to draw his attention to her intended target.
Marcus chuckled, not ready to take the bait yet. He rummaged through their supplies, selecting a few more toys for future use. First up was the flogger. He started with a few warm up swings through the air, hearing the strands swish and testing the impact against his palm. She flinched at the sound and groaned.
He began lightly, teasing the leather strips across her back. From her increasingly frantic squirming, she must have been feeling particularly ticklish. She gasped as he trailed the flogger up and down her body, paying particular attention to her back and thighs. His cock stiffened under his shorts, her struggles and moans bringing him to full mast.
He shifted his focus, now swinging the flogger in short circles, administering a series of light, playful impacts to her ass and thighs. From experience, he knew that it wasn’t painful so much as surprising, especially when blindfolded. She moaned as he continued, her ass and thighs beginning to redden in response to the flogger.
He swung a few more times, switching to a harder impact and targeting both cheeks. She twitched, her ass beginning to glow a pale red. Setting the flogger aside, he picked up his still cold beer can, letting the condensation drip onto her warm skin. She squealed and flinched, the sudden temperature change startling. He pressed the can against her reddened flesh, delighting in her struggles as she thrashed against the ropes. He ran his hand over her skin, tracing the water droplets that ran down the pale flesh.
“I thought you weren’t going to keep a girl waiting?” she pouted, squirming in her restraints and flinching with each touch of the frigid can.
“I never said a thing. That sounded a lot more like a request on your end, which to be fair, I never agreed to. Besides, it would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this.”
She gasped as his hand dove between her legs, stroking her labia and feeling the wetness pooling between her thighs. His fingers found her clit and began to circle it, teasing it to full attention.
“Ok dear, you’ve made your point, but I’d really like to do something else right now. I was already horny before you got here and this isn’t helping at all.”
“Of course my dear, why didn’t you say so? Anything for a lady.”
Climbing onto the bed, he straddled her hips, his cock nestling into the crack of her ass. She let out a moan as he began to grind into her. She squealed as more cold water dripped onto her back and murmured, “you bastard,” as he continued to trace the can over her back, thrashing against the ropes to no avail.
“Now, now. That’s not exactly very ladylike. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“No, but I’ll do something to your mother with —mmph”. Her snappy retort was muffled by his hand clamping over her mouth. She grunted into his hand, words unintelligible but the tone was unmistakable. With his other hand, Marcus retrieved a red ball gag, replacing it for his hand and buckling it tightly behind her neck. Renee groaned as he tightened the gag, “Soh heehaw ka hareeiaeh ha guh kubaw” (Translation: Some people can’t appreciate a good comeback)
Marcus grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted out a generous dollop, working it into his hard cock and Renee’s already dripping pussy. Lining himself up, he entered her slowly, inch by inch as she moaned into her gag. He buried himself to the hilt, letting out his own moan as he felt her tighten around him.
“You feel so good baby.”
She murmured behind her gag and arched her back, twisting against the ropes holding her in place. He began to pump, in and out, slowly at first and then increasing in tempo. She squirmed in place, trying to lift her hips but unable to due to the ropes stretching her out. She groaned as he thrust into her, his cock rubbing tantalizingly against her G-spot.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Marcus leaned forward and pulled her head back, his teeth scraping over her neck and pressing into her earlobe. Renee moaned in ecstasy, her hands pawing frantically at each other in an attempt to loosen the wrapping. Her toes curled as his tongue circled her ear, and his other hand reached underneath her, kneading her breast.
She was panting through her gag, biting down on it as his thrusts came faster and faster. Marcus could feel his heartbeat as his own breathing kept pace with hers, his need becoming more and more urgent.
Unable to hold back any longer, he stiffened, his back arching as he exploded into her, his load shooting deep inside her. She screamed into her gag, evidently close to climax but oh so far away. He shuddered as he slowly withdrew and she whined, bucking her hips in an obvious plea.
He chuckled and leaned over, his lips next to her ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet.” She moaned, begging for him to continue.
Marcus grabbed a belt from their gear, adorned with numerous rings. He threaded a rope through the front ring, securing it before he pulled the belt around her waist, cinching it tight. She grunted questioningly. “Wha uh ooo oo-ing?” (Translation: What are you doing?)
Ignoring her question, he doubled the rope over and estimated the length, tying a stopper knot. Pulling the ends between her legs, he was satisfied with his measurement. Selecting a purple vibrating dildo from amongst their toys, he applied a generous coating of lube to its surface. Renee had a love/hate relationship with this particular item. It wasn’t especially large, but it contained a powerful motor that caused it to rotate around its axis, stimulating her G-spot. In addition, a curved section protruded from the front, providing powerful vibrations into her clit via a textured silicone surface. After a session with this toy, Renee often referred to its removal as “giving birth”, as it was almost overstimulating.
Marcus worked the toy slowly inside her, Renee groaning in pleasure. Collecting the ends of the rope, he pulled up firmly, the ropes pulling taut between her legs and trapping the toy inside her pussy. Marcus checked the tension and saw that the curved section was pressing perfectly against her clit. He tied a second knot, laying it overtop of her anus. She squealed at the unexpected sensation, the rope feeling rough against her sensitive skin.
Marcus finished his ropework, tying the loose ends of the rope off to the remaining rings of the belt. He spanked her several times, watching her flinch and checking for any signs that the rope would come loose. Satisfied with his work, he stood from the bed, thumbing the control for the vibrator. She jumped, the vibrations pounding into her already sensitive body. He picked a lower setting, wanting her to stew for a bit before finally reaching her climax. She moaned urgently, her voice dropping lower as she twitched and bucked her hips, the rope rubbing against her most sensitive parts.
He removed her gag, and she worked her jaw as it popped free, gasping.
“If you’ll excuse me, my dear, I think I’m overdue for a shower.”
Renee gritted her teeth, gasping as the vibrator continued its assault. “Don’t you dare leave me like this.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. There’s definitely something missing…what was it again? Oh yeah, now I remember.”
She opened her mouth to protest and he slipped a foam ball inside it, holding it firmly in place with his hand as it expanded behind her teeth. Retrieving a roll of microfoam tape, he peeled back the corner with his own teeth, exposing the adhesive side and pulling the strip free. He quickly looped the strip around her head, adjusting the tension as he wound multiple layers over her mouth and lower jaw, leaving only her nose free.
Renee tried to protest but only managed to make a series of muffled grunts, barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. She breathed heavily through her nose, panting as he dialed up the intensity of the toy buried inside her. She squealed, a high pitched note rising in volume as her body trembled against the restraints.
Marcus administered several more spanks to her ass as she reached her peak, her toes curling and one long, continuous groan emitting from her gagged mouth. Her limbs trembled against the restraints as her orgasm crashed into her, her hips grinding into the mattress. He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back and feeling her whole body stiffen as the shockwaves of her orgasm rippled through her body.
He released his grip and she flopped loosely to the mattress, her breathing fast and heavy. Feeling merciful, he thumbed the power button again, shutting off the vibrator. She grunted, melting further into the mattress as all the tension in her body released. She laid still, the only movement her chest rising and falling steadily as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
Marcus traced his fingers over her back, drawing nonsense patterns onto her skin. She mmmphed into her gag, her body totally relaxed and her back slowly twitching as his fingertips drew randomly across her sensitive flesh.
After several minutes, Renee began to perk up again, issuing a questioning grunt and shaking her mittened hands, signalling a request to be released. Smiling wickedly, Marcus thumbed the button again, the vibrator coming to life and prompting a muffled scream from Renee. She thrashed, prompting creaks from the bed frame but achieving little else.
“Like I told you earlier, I need to shower. I just didn’t want you to get lonely while I’m in the bathroom.”
Renee squealed, the vibrator pounding into her already sensitive mound. She shook her head frantically, trying to peel off the blindfold without success. Marcus cupped her chin in his hand and said seriously “Two grunts if you really want me to stop. Three if you want me to keep going. I am going to take a shower now but I’ll leave the door open and I won’t be long.”
Her muscles trembling, he could see her considering what to do. He ran his fingers through her hair, his fingertips massaging her scalp. She paused, breathing heavily. She grunted once, then twice. Marcus started to reach for the ropes for a quick release and she grunted a third time, bucking her hips to show her assent.
He chuckled “You dirty girl, you. I won’t be long, try to enjoy yourself in the meantime.”
Renee heard him walk towards their ensuite bathroom, trying not to focus on the vibrator buried inside her. She heard the water start running and squealed as the vibrations increased, settling into rhythm that gradually ramped up before dropping down again. She thrashed, moaning in ecstasy that bordered on pain as the vibrator buzzed away, the crotch rope burying it deep inside her.
Marcus stepped into the shower, casting one last look through the open door at Renee thrashing on the bed before he stepped into the spray. So much for an early bedtime.
The end