Dear Diary. The start…

As I lie in bed exhausted, my husband’s arm draped across my chest, I’m left unable to sleep. I want more.

I’ve just turned the tables on him. He doesn’t do being restrained. I instructed him to get naked and taped his hands together by the wrists. He struggled playfully, so I grabbed the under bed restraints and cuffed one wrist down as they were still joined by tape, he pulled hard and popped the D ring on the restraint cuff so he could once again attempt to hug or stroke me. Fuck that. Rope.
It was probably a shocked face (but I had the room dark to wind him up) because he’d had no idea I owned any rope. Surprise! Now he’s tied with rope, the restraint and tape. Good luck with that darling. Then I spread his legs and secured his ankles. Again he seemed slightly shocked, so I pulled his legs as darkness gave me the element of surprise again as I tightened the leg straps. Rather helpless!

I go to the draw and fiddle deliberately loud so his mind would wander and hopefully panic a teeny bit. I took out a few toys, lube, flavoured lube and a cock ring. He was flaccid (I’d frightened it into submission) so I leant down and stuck it in my month. Half giving a sort of blowjob, and half biting and pulling his dick until it was stretched to just before it hurt. Funnily enough tied down, and with me in a tartan skirt and lingerie going down on him he started to harden up. Play time, on with the cock ring. It’s not something I normally do to him so again he was a bit “WTF is going on”. This one was still in its packaging so the noises opening it were fun, he hadn’t a fucking clue what I was going to do next. I tortured him a bit. I twanged the cock ring like a rubber band, I whipped him, I slapped him. Any time he spoke or protested I whipped him harder.

This is not just any whip, it’s our whip. It has several leather/suede straps like a cat o’nine but I think it’s nearer thirty tails. In some of these straps we have tied knots so it ‘bites’ as it hits. And the handle, fuck me sideways, it’s not a handle… it’s a glass dildo and it’s a fucking work of art.

I’m not going to tell you all the in between, but after I was biting his cock and whipping him at the same time he made one request. He said “turn around”. So I did. 69 with me on top, him bound still, I sucked and sat on his face. I fancied a little change, so I decided to wind him up more by shoving the whip up my extremely damp hole whilst continuing the blowjob, and his tounge now moved to my clit.

He begs for his hands free, I oblige. It takes about 3 or 4 minutes to undo his hands; which feels like forever when horny. “Sit back on my face wife” who am I to argue? I end up wanting to scream and moan like an animal as I’m being fucked in my mouth, cunt and arse all at once. That glass dildo is up my arse, with the tassels touching my arse checks. His tongue Is as far inside me as he can possibly go and I am shaking like mad. Franticly sucking and nibbling on his knob, wanting him to cum in me. He doesn’t disappoint and I swallow as he’s still shafting me firmly up the arse.

Seems he does like being restrained after all. 🙂

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