1 comments/ 15252 views/ 1 favorites Cuffed - and You Enjoy It! Ch. 01 By: taywink You are lying on your right side and I snuggle in to your back, edging my hand gradually over the satin of you camisole to cup and gently massage your left breast. It is not long before I feel your nipple hardening in the palm of my hand. My fingers seek out your hardening nipple to gently squeeze it through the material. "I wonder if that is what a nipple clamp would feel like...." You murmur, moving your buttocks onto my partial and increasing erection. "Oh....I was imagining I was putting clamps on your nipples!" "Maybe we both could have nipple clamps!" you giggle mischievously, reaching into my boxers to draw out my fully erect cock and solid balls. Gently you nestle my erection into the moist warmth between your legs. Slowly you move your buttocks caressing my length in the material of you cami-knickers. "Will we go into town and see what our favourite shop has to interest us? Maybe nipple clamps or something more restraining – I know you'd like to spread me on the bed!" you taunt, rolling onto your back and drawing aside the edge of your knickers to reveal your moist pussy, your lips partially swollen in anticipation. Your comments were not that much of a surprise, we'd often discussed our mutual, and almost parallel, fantasies and interest in bondage. I know what you are wanting, and lower my head between to legs to draw my tongue up your pussy lips. As I near the top of them, you raise your hips slightly which causes your labia to part under the pressure of my tongue. Now I can flick your erect clit with my tongue before taking it between my lips, sucking and nibbling it until you are writhing and moaning with pleasure. The thought of going to look at bondage accessories seems to have heightened your arousal. You soon buck against my mouth as you moan loudly, my mouth filling with your copious love juices, as you climax violently, your body shuddering in pleasure. That is my cue to move between your widespread legs to slide my throbbing cock into your gaping cunt. You groan loudly and lift your hips to ensure my full length fills you. Slowly our bodies gyrate together – you have taken your breasts one in each hand and are massaging them and rubbing your erect nipples between your finger and thumb. I raise myself to gaze on your glowing body – your tongue caressing your lips – our groins grinding together your pussy framed in your knickers, my cock framed in my boxers. But I seek my fulfilment and thrust harder and faster onto you as you wrap you legs around me as if to prevent my escape. Suddenly – together – our bodies convulse as you climax for a second time, your vagina contracting on my bursting cock as I climax with you – feeling my spunk wash deep inside you. We relax for a while – not as long as we normally would – we are keen to explore what our favourite shop has to offer. Although the shop had some bondage accessories, there were not as much as we had expected – but it did give us an idea of what the things we had discussed could be like. Perhaps it was for the best because I think we were unsure about buying our first things in the shop – particularly from the looks the manageress gave us – I'm sure she could hear us discussing what we liked and how we would use things! We decided there would be more choice on-line, and knew some suppliers even had a next day delivery. Or was it by design you preferred to buy on-line – knowing I was working next day and you could take delivery yourself! On and off for the rest of the day we chatted about where and when we would enjoy ourselves – how far each of us thought we should go – and our 'indicators' of when either or both of us wished to 'play'. The difficulty was working out when 'no' meant 'no' and when it was submissive agreement! Curiously, although we spent most of the evening relaxing in our underwear, and arousing each other in bed, neither of us desired to spoil the enjoyment and excitement of the day – or the expectation of tomorrow – by having sex, the climax of which we felt would be an anticlimax and reduce our anticipation. The next day wasn't a good day at work – mainly because my thoughts were distracted by what could be waiting for me when I got home and to what extent you would be exploring our purchases in my absence. I think I expected you to be waiting for me, dressed sexily, eager to play with our new accessories. When I did get home, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You were dressed in a top and jeans – getting a meal ready. I could only assume the delivery we expected had not come. I acted as I would normally do coming home – not wanting to ask if anything had been delivered in case my eagerness to explore bondage with you or my probably obvious disappointment spoilt the anticipation we had the previous day. After our meal I left you sitting watching television as I loaded the dish washer and washed the few items that had to be done by hand. I heard you go upstairs for a short while – but you had returned to our sitting room before I had finished my chores. Imagine my surprise when I did return to the living room – you must have been partially dressed under your top and jeans to change so quickly! You were standing demurely in the centre of the room. A purple and black basque with matching thong accentuated your curves, you wore black fishnet hold-up stockings and matching gloves, a broad black collar, silver rings on all your fingers, and your black, high-heeled shoes with silver buckles. The finishing touch, which immediately had me bulging in my trousers, was your dark, sultry eye make up. Bending forward, you reached towards our settee and picked up a horse hair whip. "I've been bad and need to be punished. Please go and prepare my punishment." You purred, handing me the whip. Hardly able to walk from anticipation – and the bulge in my trousers I went upstairs. Laid out on our bed were four cuffs and restraints, and a blindfold. I quickly undressed and put on a pair of black silk boxers before fastening the four restraints to the four posts of our bed. Making sure that my eagerness was only noticeable by the huge bulge in my boxers, I returned downstairs. "Go upstairs!" I ordered, "And get yourself ready to be punished. Have your toys laid out – your choice. Then sit on the bed with your blindfold on and wait for me!" Head slightly bowed, playing the part, you moved past me. Although there was plenty of room, you came close enough to me to brush your hand against my erection and gently, but briefly, fondle my cock. Your beautiful brown eyes looked warmly up at me – full of promise! To make you wait until I come upstairs, I try to watch some television programme – it is all I can do just to sit and try not to rush upstairs – but you waiting in anticipation – trepidation? – is getting me further aroused. Eventually I can wait no longer – but I still try to take my time mounting each stair slowly. As I walk towards our bedroom I see you sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfolded as instructed. Your head lifts as you hear my footsteps approach – your tongue licks your lips – I wonder why? Standing before you, I take your hand and rest it on the bulge in my boxers. You breathe in deeply as you feel its firmness and warmth as you gently caress me – your knowing smile tells me you are aware of what it would take to have me explode – but you do not want that yet. Lifting your hand from me, I ease my erection out the silk of my boxers. I edge forward to brush my throbbing tip over your lips. You gasp, but only from surprise – not able to see what I do. You do not recoil. You taking me in your mouth is one of our many mutual pleasures. You open your lips to allow me to slip into your mouth. You start to suck on me, gently flicking my tip with your tongue. You are expert in knowing how far to take me in your mouth – at just what point I could climax and fill you with my load. Knowing my enjoyment will be prolonged without ejaculating, you slowly draw your head back, my swollen cock sliding from your willing mouth. I ease you across the bed to fasten the four cuffs on your wrists and ankles – wrists first, just in case you have second thoughts – even at this stage! "What are you doing?" you ask, hesitantly. "Just looking at you – you look so good – good enough for pics!!" "No – please - no!" you plead, struggling against your restraints. But from earlier I know you are not as resistant as you sound. "Oh – but Yes!" I reply, picking up the whip I left on the bedside table and drawing it over your thighs and breasts before applying gentle strokes to your pussy, then slightly harder ones to make you squirm and squeal. "You know what will happen if you resist or object!" "Ye-es – Master!" you mew softly. As I set up and focus our video cam, you squirm as you move your head from side to side following my movements. I take my time with my camera taking pics of you – especially your pussy encased in a thong, a thong dark and very wet from your free flowing love juices. I slip my hands into the cups of your basque, drawing your breasts out to reveal your hard nipples. I take more pictures and check the video cam is capturing everything. I draw your thong from your pussy and swollen labia for more pics before unfastening your legs – one at a time to pull the thong down and take it off. More pics of you spread out on the bed, including close-ups of your pussy and soaking pubic hair. But your moans and mewing have died away – I take the whip again to your breasts and nipples, increasing the intensity of my lashes as I apply the whip to your pussy. Yes – you're moaning and mewing louder now! "What the...." You start as I stroke your moist pussy with handle of the whip in one hand while massaging your breasts with my other hand, squeezing your nipples in my fingers. Your are so well lubricated that the whip handle meets no resistance as I rub it over your cunt and you raise your hips to let it glide into you as I press it against your swollen labia. Your hips gyrate, at first slowly, then faster as I thrust the handle in and out of you – deeper and deeper. One of the toys you have chosen is your double-eared Rabbit. I reach for it and lay the tip on your pussy lips. It only takes a slight movement of your hips for it to slide into you. I ease the top of your pussy apart to slip your erect clit between one set of the rabbit ears while nestling the other set on your anus. Slowly I increase the tempo of phallic control while varying the tempo of the control for the ears. You are now gyrating and groaning loudly – I know you are orgasming, climaxing – but how often – or is it one long one – almost unending. I can wait no longer. I lie between your legs – you feel the tip of my erection at your swollen, soaking pussy lips. Still wanting more, you lift your hips toward me, encouraging me to penetrate you. I thrust down on you pushing as deep as I can into your hot, willing, wet orifice. You climax again, I feel your pussy walls squeezing me until I can take no more and spunk bursts inside you – I can feel it splashing off your vaginal walls back onto my cock. Released, I lie on you – but unable to withdraw – your pussy is clamped firmly around me. Sub you maybe, but you have the control to release me when, and only when, you want to. Later, you still in your basque and fishnets, me in my boxers, we watch the video and pics I took. At first you were apprehensive of watching yourself, but soon you were engrossed in seeing and hearing yourself. We started fondling each other without realising it, enjoying again our earlier initial experience in restraints and how they heightened our sexual activity and enjoyment. Cuffed - and You Enjoy It! Ch. 02 The next morning there seemed to be nothing unusual in our routine. I brought you a cup of tea in bed and I had a cup of coffee. You showered while I made the bed and did some ironing. You made yourself another cup of tea and, as I thought, started to dress and dry your hair while I showered. When I came out of our en-suite, you had dried you hair and put on make up -- but that was all. Well -- except for a red studded collar and cuffs, matching red high-heeled ankle boots with silver buckles and studs -- and your nipples in nipple clamps joined by a silver chain! You were holding a black studded collar, four matching cuffs, and another set of nipple clamps and chain. "We'll start the day as I want!" you grinned, "Come here and let me get you clamped as well!" I had often felt you fingering my nipples during our foreplay and sex, but have never considered them as becoming erect like yours. That was about to change. Being aroused from the sight of you in clamps made it easier for you to harden my nipples with your mouth and fingers. When you could pinch them easily between your finger and thumb, you put the clamps on me. "Ouch! -- that hurts!" I moaned, "Can't they be adjusted -- just a little?" "There -- is that better, my big softie -- and I don't mean your cock!" you purred as you adjusted the tension on them. "There's no pleasure without a little pain!" "Mmmm..." was all I could reply -- somewhat apprehensive about how far things may go. We both knew your pain threshold was far higher than mine! "Once I put these on you we can finish dressing and get on with our chores." You continued, fastening a pair of cuffs on my wrists before kneeling to fasten the other pair on my ankles. Looking up at me, your gorgeous sultry eyes came to rest on my erection. Teasing, you licked your lips, before kissing my tip, slowly parting your lips to flick me with your tongue -- opening your mouth to draw my cock in. I could only marvel at the beauty and enjoyment in your face as I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Sometimes you let it slip out all the way and then lick the bulbous end with your tongue before taking the full length, yet again, completely in your mouth. My pleasure was further heightened as you took my balls in one hand, massaging and rubbing them in time with you sliding your mouth over my length -- while you stroked the sensitive skin of my scrotum, running your nails from my balls to my anus -- gently teasing the puckered hole with the promise of penetrating it with a finger. You know when I am about to come, making sure I thrust forward to your mouth by thrusting your finger into me. The sensation I experience as you gyrate your finger in me makes me come copiously in your mouth. You clamp your lips firmly round me sucking as I spurt. You look up at me - knowing you have me in your control. Weak kneed, it is all I can do to stand -- but you are not going to release me until you are sure you have milked me dry. Finally you let me slip from your mouth, licking the last drop from my tip, grinning wickedly. We finish dressing -- you in top and jeans, me in shirt and jeans -- and go downstairs to breakfast. It was not long until my trousers were bulging again. It was clear you intended us to do our chores collared, cuffed - and clamped! Finishing breakfast we took a couple of hours to do our chores in the house before I had to cut the grass. But with the collar on? You decided maybe not and took it off me. While I tended the garden, you prepared a picnic since we had decided the day nice enough to get away for the afternoon. After lunch, hot and sticky from our morning's chores we had showers to freshen up. Separate showers as we have a tendency to need showers after we shower together -- and we didn't want to spend all day inside! Although you had done your hair and make-up, you still hadn't dressed by the time I had showered and dressed so I went downstairs to make us some tea and coffee and to put our picnic in the car. "That was quick." I commented, without turning round, as I heard you come down stairs and into the kitchen. "This doesn't take long to put on!" you purred huskily. I turned. Slowly, you opened your coat. All you wore under it was a pin-striped basque and thong, sheer black glossy stockings, high-heeled black shoes, black leather collar and matching cuffs on your wrists and ankles. "Is this risqué and daring enough for you and a drive?" "Oh...yes!" I stammered. We drove off from the house. A short distance later I drew into a side road where there was little passing traffic or pedestrians. "What are you doing?" you asked. Saying nothing, I got out and went round and opened the passenger door. Leaning in I took your wrists and before you realised it had fastened the small chain that could be used to link them through the handle above the door. "What the....!" you exclaimed. "Just something a little more daring and risqué!" I grinned back. I had seen you occasionally holding onto this handle when we had been out driving previously. I had become aroused with how it looked like you were cuffed and was going to suggest we try it sometime. Now I didn't need to! Before shutting your door, I completely unbuttoned your coat, allowing it to fall to cover your breasts but reveal your cleavage -- but making sure that it was more open from your waist down. One of your stockinged thighs and an edge of your thong, framed in your pussy curls, would be visible to anyone who could look down into your side of the car! It is a warm summer's day and I drive around for a while, feeling the bulge in my trousers growing from the thought of your helplessness and what others may see of you. At first you squirmed to try to get your coat to cover more -- but you achieved the opposite with it falling open wider, revealing more of your breasts. The motion of the car also causes your coat to open more until it slips from your other thigh. Now what little you are wearing is fully revealed -- including the darkening patch of damp in your thong. Clearly your exposure is exciting you as well!! By now I have turned onto quieter roads -- eventually stopping at a remote area of woodland. I position the car such that I can open your door, but you cannot be seen from the road. Hesitantly, you obey my instruction to get out of the car -- still with your wrists cuffed to the handle above the door. I am standing a little way from the car photographing you. Once you are standing by the car I come back to you and, reaching into the cups of your basque, draw your full breasts and very erect nipples out into the open air. "Mmm -- these look a little naked." I grinned, taking each of your nipples between my thumb and forefinger, flicking them with my tongue before nipping them in my teeth causing you to groan and mew with pleasure from the slight pain. "Yes -- that's better!" You flinch as I attach the nipple clamps I had in my pocket to your swollen tips. After taking the picnic basket and rug from the car, I release your cuffs from the car handle -- only to clip them together behind your back. Carrying the basket and rug in one hand, I lead you by the chain between your nipple clamps with the other. You winch as the clamps pull against your nipples -- both from me leading you and the stumbling steps you are forced to take since your hands are cuffed behind you. Soon we come to a sunlit glade. I lead you to a tree where I fasten your cuffs around a convenient branch after removing your coat, and restraining you while I lay out our picnic. The sight of you partially clothed, nipple clamped and cuffed to a tree has me so aroused bending is difficult! I take the opportunity to add to my growing collection of exciting erotic pictures of you! Only then do you see what I had concealed in the picnic rug -- an extendable leg stretcher! Before releasing you from the tree I fasten it onto your ankles. This allows you to hobble over to our picnic and eat with your hands free while still having some form of restraint on you. By now we are so engrossed in ourselves, we have abandoned any concern about being observed. But I'm fairly sure we were far enough from any frequented path. "You know -- I think it is time your pussy had some fresh air!" I said as I reached towards you to draw your thong down your legs. By now you were so aroused you had no resistance and compliantly lifted your hips to help me. I gasped when your soaking pussy was it full view -- your labia so swollen they were slightly parted -- waiting to be penetrated! I needed no encouragement to take my fingers gently up your pussy lips causing you to squirm and mew with the pleasure growing in you. You gyrated your hips in time with my strokes, lifting them further and further towards me trying to encourage me to slip my fingers in you. "Ohh -- please -- please -- please put something in me -- please - my pussy wants filled -- completely!" you pleaded. "When I'm ready -- or better still - when I think you are ready!" I leered. But it was not long until I could hold back any longer and thrust not one, not two, but three fingers deeply into you. "Oh my god -- Oh god!" your screams were so loud I thought I had hurt you -- but no you were writhing and bucking from my fingers thrusting in and out of your saturated cunt, spurting now with your juices. By now I was craving to have you satisfy me and quickly removed my trousers and boxers to mount you -- thrusting my bursting erection deep within you. You bucked and writhed even more -- pushing up against me as if you couldn't get me deep enough into you. Again and again we thrust into each other -- completely abandoned to satisfying each other and ourselves. Screaming from the pleasure coursing through our bodies we finally convulsed together, climaxing simultaneously -- our bodies jerking uncontrollably from the multiple orgasms coursing through you. With great difficulty I eventually withdrew from you -- leaving a trail of the mixture of our juices trickling from your still twitching pussy. I help you to your feet, but pack up our picnic before releasing your ankles. Arm in arm, weak from our exertions we stroll back to the car. I look down between your legs and see our love juices trickling down your legs, glistening in the sun. Before drying your pussy with a towel I had left in the car and letting you get back in the car, I take some more pictures of the rapturous sight you are, dishevelled and well fucked, sticky and wet from our cum. I also let you put your coat back on -- but you are completely unconcerned now and leave it lying open, giving me a very distracting sight as we drive home. Much as we are still very aroused from our escapade we are also very exhausted. Still in your basque, stockings, collar and cuffs -- and nipple clamps -- you help me wash and tidy up our picnic things before leading me upstairs to our bathroom where we are soon lying together in a warm bubble bath -- too tired to talk, but both of us knowing the other is fondly remembering the day! Later we sit, relaxing, at the television, both wearing silk underwear. "Yes -- I do think this restraint and bondage alter-lifestyle is going to be exciting and enjoyable for us!" you purr huskily -- with a very knowing look -- promising what! Cuffed - and You Enjoy It! Ch. 03 "You enjoyed me yesterday – didn't you? I enjoyed it too – but now I'm going have my way and enjoy you! Maybe you'll enjoy it – maybe you won't – but I'll enjoy it!" You caught me completely by surprise and off guard as I came out from my shower that morning. Having showered before me, you were standing at the foot of our bed, blocking my path to be able to get dressed or do anything else. Standing in all your naked beauty, hands on your hips which lifted your full firm breasts towards me – your nipples erect and hard – you wore only your black studded collar. I gazed down your body, looking longingly at your thick pubic curls, the V shape at the top of your thighs and the promise of pleasure and delights that I knew lay in there. "That's enough!" you hissed, as the lash of the whip you had picked up licked across my hardening cock and balls. "Today, you'll please me – when I want pleased – and how I want pleased. You'll be my pleasure!" you leered before grinning at the shock on my face. "It's a pity a man is so limited as to where he can be penetrated – but I think you'll like this in you! Anyway, I'm going to enjoy putting it in you and knowing you've got it in you until I'm ready for it to come out. Bend over!" you instructed. In one hand you had a tube of something – but in the other – you held a blue, ribbed, three inch butt plug. "No - please – no!" I pleaded, never having had anything in my anus, unsure of the intrusion! "Yes – please – yes! - is what you will learn to say!" the whip licks me again – but harder. "Now – bend over!" another lash has me comply with your bidding. I lean across the wooden bar at the foot of our bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you applying a small amount of jelly from the tube to the tip plug. With the fingers of one hand you part my buttocks further allowing you unrestricted access to the puckered ring of my anus. I start as I feel the cold of the lube first, then the tip of the plug at my tightly closed hole. Slowly, you tease the tip of the plug further into me, then out slightly – then further, deeper. At first my muscle contracts, resenting the intrusion. But, gradually, I experience an increasingly pleasing sensation as you encourage the plug to penetrate me more and more – until I feel my anal ring contract again as it slips in its full length, narrowing at its circular base. "There – that wasn't so bad – was it?" "Nooo..!" I stammer, unsure of the sensation I am experiencing. "Oww!" I cry as the whip, yet again lashes my genitals. "No what!" you hiss. "No – Mistress!" I whimper, quickly realising how far you intend us to go today. "Now - to make sure your plug stays in! Put this on!" Obediently, I draw what can be best described as a tight leather thong up my legs on over my throbbing cock and balls - throbbing from both the sensation of the plug in me, and your lashes of the whip. Although comfortable at my waist, the thong cuts deeply between my buttocks to securely restrain the plug from moving out of me. You fasten a collar round my neck before instructing me to tidy our en-suite and then go downstairs to prepare breakfast while you dress. Knowing I could be seen from our kitchen by neighbours I opened my mouth to protest – but quickly decided not to when you raised the whip threateningly. Submissively, I slunk downstairs. Outwardly you seemed to be wearing nothing unusual to buy groceries when you come down to breakfast – jeans and an off-the shoulder top, revealing a black bra, or possibly basque, strap. However, as we sat eating our cereal, I could clearly hear a humming coming from somewhere. Looking up at you, you lifted you head to smile wickedly at me as you put a small remote control box on the table, the wire stretching back into the top of your jeans. "Mmm – it's so good to have more penetrable places than a man - I'm tingling already from front to back!" One of your toys was a dual control vibrating anal plug and vibrating vaginal duo balls. You often enjoyed sitting watching television or going for a drive with the toy humming in you. After breakfast, you removed my collar and I dressed in jeans and shirt, before we left for the supermarket. Unaccustomed to the plug in my arse, I walked with some discomfort, obviously to your pleasure from the look on your face, to the car. Sitting driving, however, was not so difficult and I found myself enjoying a very pleasant, if not slightly uncomfortable, arousal in my jeans. Perversely, I became further aroused knowing what we were doing, but of what other shoppers were ignorant. "Wow – you are big! I like it when you're big and show like that!" you taunted, unashamedly patting the bulge in my groin. "Any more of that and I'm going to burst." I whispered – before realising my mistake! "Are you now – that I want to see!" you purred, moving closer to me as if to discuss something we would buy, rubbing me harder. "Please – no – not here!" I pleaded. "Mistress – please." I added as you clutched my cock through my jeans, causing me to wince, before continuing to rub me. "Oh – but YES!" you growl. By now you are massaging my balls in your fingers while rubbing the palm of your hand up and down my throbbing cock – only the material of my jeans and thong between you and me. "Uhh – oh my god – oh god!" I mutter through clenched teeth as, try as I might not to, my lower body begins to convulse, my ejaculating cock jerking in my leather thong. At first I feel a warmth spurting against my skin and into my pubic curls, which gradually begins to become uncomfortable as it cools, trickling down to my balls and between my legs. "There – better out than in!" you grin, "let's finish our shopping." "But – But – Mistress" I stammer. "No buts! – If you can't control yourself and make a mess that's your problem! Now you know what it's like when I have to walk around with your spunk running down my legs after you've fucked me!" All I could do is stand gaping at you, hoping nobody can hear, but getting aroused, or as aroused as I can after cumming, from the way you are speaking and treating me. By the time we have finished and are at the check out, my spunk is drying and hardening in my crotch, tugging quite pleasurably at my pubic hair as it sticks to my clothes when I walk. I had almost forgotten the plug in my anus. "Right – upstairs and get cleaned up, you dirty boy!" you bark in command after we've put away our groceries. You stand grinning as you watch me peel my jeans and thong down my body, the now dried in spunk pulling at my hairs. As I bend to remove them from my ankles, you reach into my arse and push the plug as deep as you can into me before withdrawing it. Strangely, I thought I would have been relieved when it was removed, but no, I realised I enjoyed it in me and hoped it would not be long until you violated me again! But my hopes were to be realised in a way I didn't expect! "I'm not finished with you yet!" Again you were standing waiting for me once I had had a quick shower to remove my dried cum. But now you had on a black, cup-less basque, black, fishnet hold-ups and gloves, black, high-heeled, studded, ankle boots, and you still had on your black collar. Your hard, erect nipples were in clamps joined by a silver chain. Your pussy was glistening with the moisture of your expectant love juices. "Bend over and put your hands on the bar of the bed!" you commanded. Compliantly, and enjoying your dominance, I did as you ordered. As my hands rested on the bar of the bed, you quickly (and expertly!) fastened cuffs round my wrists. Pulling from the bar, I suddenly realised the cuffs were securely chained to it! "What the...!" I exclaimed, as, just as quickly, you kneeled behind me to cuff my ankles. But I had just as little movement there – the cuffs on my ankles were chained to the feet of the bed! But you weren't finished! Suddenly something broad and cold was being fastened round my waist – not just a belt, but one with clips on it – clips that were attached to chains also fastened to the feet of the bed! Now I was practically immobilised, just able to flex my hands on the bar, shuffle my feet for comfort and barely move my butt from side to side! You completed my bondage with my black studded collar. Although I can move my head freely, I cannot see what you are doing behind me as I hear you moving about. "Have you ever wondered what it is like to be a woman, having fingers, or a dildo or a cock thrust into you? Well – now YOU are going to find out!" You come round to the side of the bed, standing legs slightly apart. I can only stare at the black phallic object you are stroking in your hand – just as I sometimes stroke myself before penetrating you. Now I see the harness to which it is attached – and which is fastened on you. You intend to take me with a strap-on! "Kiss its tip, take it in your mouth – just like I take you in mine – now you'll know what it's like to suck cock!" Your voice is husky as you come to stand at my shoulder, grabbing my hair and turning my head so that your strap-on is at my lips. "Open your mouth!" you raise your voice as you take your whip to my back to emphasise the obedience you expect. I feel the rubbery tip at my lips, then sliding into my mouth as you move your hips towards me. Just as you slide my cock in and out your mouth, you move your hips to slide your 'cock' in and out of my mouth. You begin to moan and groan in time with your actions. It is then I notice the strap-on must be double-ended, the other end disappearing into your pussy, sliding in and out as you gyrate, glistening with your pre-cum. "Mmm – how did that taste? Won't taste as good as you do in my mouth – no juices to go with it!" "Yes – now it's nice and wet – maybe just a little more lube to help it into your male cunt!" you grin as you slide the dildo shape from my mouth and apply some lube from the tube lying on the bed. Round behind me, I can't see what you are doing. I start slightly when I feel your finger stroking my anus, and then relax as the pleasant sensation builds between there and my ever-growing cock. Then I feel something slightly cold being applied and realise you have put some lube in my arse. I tense myself in anticipation of your intrusion. But first you tease my hole by rubbing it getting with your phallic tip, before gradually sliding it into me. I winch from the pain as the thickness stretches but the pain gives way to wild new sensations through my body as you thrust deeper and deeper into me. We know you've penetrated me to the full length of the strap-on when you can grind your crotch on my buttocks. Slowly you withdraw – but only partially before thrusting back in - hard this time – hard enough to make me cry out in pain. But the pain is mingled with increasing pleasure – our groans grow louder – from the double ended dildo thrusting into us. Soon I'm moving back onto your 'cock' as you thrust on to me, feeling its full length sliding more and more easily into to me – my anus now not resisting, now relaxed, wanting to be fucked! Suddenly I feel your arms round me, grabbing my balls in one hand, my cock in your other hand. None too gently you massage and rub my balls, kneading them with your fingers, as you other hand strokes up and down the length of my throbbing erection, drawing me closer and closer to ejaculating. You know me well and know when my climax is approaching. You are expert in slowing down to prolong the final moment – or bringing me to satisfaction. "Yes, that's it – shoot your load! I'm going to milk you dry!" you growl. I feel your thrusts and gyrations now becoming wilder, harder into me – I realise you too are climaxing, your body convulsing with orgasm. Almost with abandon we are thrusting hard at each other – willing the dildo to penetrate us both deeper and deeper! "Fuck like a man – cum like a woman – Wow!" you gasp, collapsing across me, your 'cock' sliding out of me. I sigh heavily - is it with relief or regret? You release my shackles and, exhausted and bathed in sweat, together we sprawl on our backs across the bed. We must have both dozed off from our exertions for the room is darkening with early evening. We had already planned to go out for something to eat and, perhaps, a few drinks.