After a refreshing swim, my wife and I
returned to the house and found that the dog had peed on the floor.
I got some rags to clean it up and she noticed that the spot I wiped
up looked very clean compared to the floor in that region which is
just inside the door. She told me to take off my bathing suit and
keep on cleaning that part of the floor. I got down on my knees,
naked, and cleaned the floor. She was doing some other chores, but I
was not aware of what she did as I was on all fours, focused on my
task.
She said that looks good and to come
out to the garage as she needed me to do something for her there,
clothing optional. I put away my cleaning supplies and went to the
garage, still naked.
When I entered the garage, she
commented on my being still naked, then blindfolded me with a towel.
She had me move to a different
location, then placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She had me
spread my legs, then I felt her clip a spreader bar to the ankle
cuffs. Next she had me raise my arms and attached my wrist cuffs to
a spreader and pulled my arms up over head with a rope over the
ceiling joist. She fondled my hard cock, then began flogging my body
with a small leather flogger.
After she had flogged me everywhere:
ass, back, belly, chest, cock, balls and legs, she lowered my arms.
She then tied ropes around my torso in
a very tight Shibari style binding. I exhaled as she tightened the
ropes around my chest so she could get it as tight as possible. When
I inhaled the ropes kept me from breathing fully and cut in to my
flesh delightfully. I hoped that I would be left with some wicked
rope marks. She removed the blindfold. Not being able to see was
exciting, but I had missed not being able to see her and her
expressions.
She then placed a ball gag with holes
in my mouth and buckled it around my head. I was surprised at how
large it felt in my mouth. I didn't know if I could handle having my
jaws forced open for long, but knew that I would just have to suffer
through it. This is what I wanted, right?
I was then bent over a saw horse
covered with rugs and the ends of the shibari ropes were attached
from my elbows to the sawhorse, holding me in place.
She then used her leather belt to whip
my ass, as the drool from my mouth ran through the holes in the gag
and began dripping off my nose onto the floor, pooling below me.
The coolness of lube being dripped onto
my ass hole was a strong contrast to the feel of my hot, red cheeks.
A finger stroked my puckered rose bud, then was pressed in. I
groaned in appreciation of her using my ass. Several minutes of
fingering then was supplanted with a small butt plug being shoved
deep inside me. I groaned and drooled.
My lovely wife then got out her Hitachi
magic wand and used it on her clit to bring herself to an orgasm, as
I lay helplessly bound over the horse.
After her release, she thankfully
didn't leave me for long, but returned the attention to my ass. The
plug had fallen out of it's own accord, but she now pressed a much
larger vibrating dildo into my eager ass.
I felt like I was taken, whether I like
it or not, unable to get away or voice any objection. Of course she
could tell that I wanted this, craved it and welcomed it. If I could
have spoken, I would have been saying “Yes, please, fuck my ass!”.
And she did, fucked me deep with that fake cock. She then managed
to use the magic wand with one hand while fucking me with the dildo
with the other. Unfortunately, she did not know where the strapon is
stored hidden away. I will have to make sure she knows where to find
it in the future.
She placed the magic wand against my
cock and I knew that I was a goner. I had not come for 11 weeks and
there was no way I could ask for permission to come now with the gag
in. Not coming was really more my own enforced denial, though I will
not cum without asking her permission. She was not giving me a
chance to hold off, she was going to make me come whether I wanted to
hold off or not. I screamed though the gag as the orgasm ripped
through my body, my ejaculate pooling on the floor beneath me, just
like the puddle of drool. I was done, but she kept the wand buzzing
against my cock in post orgasmic torture. I writhed and groaned and
tried to get away, but of course I could not.
It was terrible, it was wonderful.
I collapsed on the saw horse. She
untied me, but I still felt like I couldn't move. The ball gag was
thankfully pulled from my mouth, the drool wiped from my face and I
gratefully kissed my wonderful wife and domme for the day.
“You have some cleaning up to do”,
she said, and left me naked in the garage to pick up the toys and
clean my mess from the floor.
