The chain clinks and my heart melts

There is definitely something hot about the sound of a chain, not a dainty one that suspends a pendant, but a heavy chain like my collar.

I love it when my Husband grabs my collar, whether that is simply holding his hand across the back of my neck during a passionate kiss, or the sound of it cinching tighter and tighter if he pulls on the padlocks. Just recently I have discovered a love of pleasing him, rather then simply being a selfish lover. I have discovered I actually rather enjoy giving him blow jobs and he certainly isn’t complaining. Over the last few months we have ended up having more oral sex than standard sex, yay.

Why am I telling you this? Well, I’m not really sure, but as a lady that used to Hate giving head, I guess I’m writing about this for myself. It used to make me feel physically sick, the idea of ramming a penis into my face. The idea of swallowing his semen, gagging as my tonsils get covered in salty sticky goo, it was vile to me.
But now I enjoy it – I enjoy watching his body move and react, the glint in his eyes, that look of almost pain as he climaxes. It is rather bloody satisfying if I’m honest with you all. That feeling that my mouth can do so much to his entire body, almost make him dance. When I try to make love, be that loving gentle sex or fast and furious fucking, I feel awkward and clumsy. I really cannot move my whole body as easily or gracefully as my tongue.

But my Husband had to go one better, and be in charge still. He will grab my hair, and direct my head down the bed. Then after several times taking the control back by using my ponytails, he started using my collar. Grabbing my collar firmly and pulling my face up his shaft, and pushing me back down with the other hand. Up and down, and up and down, harder and harder until I am stifling tears from the pain of my gag reflex versus forced deep-throat.

It is glorious, the sound of my chain clinking as my head bobs up and down fast. My padlocks hit his balls, and my nose bashes on his belly. It feels like it lasts for hours, but it is just minutes. I roll my eyes to the side and glance in our big mirror – the joy on his face would make me smile if I was able to, but, yanno, penis stuffed in my mouth and all that.

I lift my head away after he cums, and he releases his grip. I snuggle up with my head on his chest, he will stroke my hair, wipe my tears and kiss my forehead. In those moments, I feel special, I feel overwhelming love from him. It’s not just sex, it’s so much more than that. It’s like blind trust, the pulling of my collar, (which is a symbol of trust and love) and restricting my breathing. All the time I could tap out (safeword) and stop it, but I don’t.

There is a beauty in brutality.

Get on your knees

Here we go again, my writing whilst still excited.

The husband came home at 6.30, he was meant to be cooking dinner for the family. Instead of letting him get on with cooking I am getting flirty. He’s only pissing about but he pushes gently on my head to imply get down. He wasn’t thinking I would, we are stood in the kitchen, the blinds aren’t completely closed, neighbours can see.
I smirk and drop to my knees. Poor thing is terrified someone will walk in on us, but I am laughing in my head.

As he starts to let himself relax and enjoy it he says “Bedroom. Now” I’m straight to my feet and we make our excuses as we walk past family and go upstairs. I continued the blowjob, could tell he was wanting this as he starts thrusting about, trying to facefuck me. I was really enjoying myself. The curtains are open, and we have massive mirrors, anyone walking past can see this and I like that.

On your knees” he says and he takes me from behind with me on knees and hands… It’s one of our favourite positions as it results in brilliant depth. He grabs my hair and pulls me upright so he goes further inside my vagina. Deeper, firmer, much more forceful and it is appreciated. He slips out of my pussy after I’m rather wet and goes up the arse instead. Taking it hard and fast. I am trying to stay upright but I am enjoying it and just sort of collapsed forwards in a submissive way as he continues. My nails are ripping across the bedding, and I am trying to muffle my noises as we aren’t alone.

He climaxes but I am not ready to give up. I roll over onto my back and spread my limbs. He carries on winding me up. Whipping me all over. My tits, stomach, legs and feet. Even a few whacks to the bikini region. I squeal. He tells me I keep the noise down, which is a struggle.

As he’s whipping I BEG for a fisting. He says no, but I am not listening. I want it, I’m having it. I grab his wrist and direct him towards where I want him. He pulls away and I beg again with the puppy dog eyes. He gives in and obliges. His hand pushes into my hole, but isn’t going after a few tries. I tell him lube now and in he goes. For a split second as the widest part of his hand enters my body it hurts a fucking lot. It’s worth it. Very Fucking Worth It!

As before, he wiggles his fingers and thrusts. I’m going mad, shaking, quivering, moaning. I get a warning about my noise but I can’t keep quiet so he punishes me. I think he pinched my cervix but I am not sure. I promise to try harder to be quiet and he carries on. Not just moving in and out but now twisting too. Sweet lord, I. Cannot. Cope.

I am so wound up. Why the hell was fisting not tried sooner? Since we first did this earlier in the week it’s been on my mind a lot. After what I thought was only a very short time he tried to withdraw – I reach down and grab his arm firmly with both hands. “Don’t Stop. PLEASE don’t quit yet” so he stays a little longer. He didn’t really have much choice, I had my legs wrapped around his head and shoulders and stuck my heels into him. Not over until I say so bitch.

I’m hysterical, and a bit more satisfied. I give him permission to leave, but grab him close and say thank you as he wipes his soaking wet hand right by my head on the bed covers. He leaves me on the bed as he goes for a shower. I try to behave, but it doesn’t last. I walk in to the bathroom, kick off my heels and get into the bath. Straight to my knees again and sucking his floppy dick. I’m still dressed, I’m wearing a lace “babydoll” dress with suspender clips, no pants and stocking. He says “you’ll get wet” I don’t care and tell him to shut up.

After a short time it’s going hard, and he’s getting into it. He’s never had a woman in lingerie suck him off in running water, I’m not sure many men have. I’m getting water in my mouth and nose, it’s getting harder to breathe but he hears me struggling and suggests it’s game over. Nope. I guide his legs away from the water just a few steps, he’s still getting scorching water on his back but I’m no longer being drowned.

We eventually served up dinner at 9pm. So much for a quickie.
Hahaha