Letting some stress out (femdom)

This story took place a few weeks ago so I'm definitely forgetting / fudging some details…. Also this is my first time writing an erotic story and I suspect it shows.

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Sometimes I get a craving. This was one of those times.

I fired off a text to my husband, "hey, are you okay with being tied up tonight?"

Then I went to get dressed up in a proper outfit. Black dress, black stockings, starker makeup than I usually wear. Not for the first time I wished I owned a proper pair of fuck me heels.

I still look fantastic though. I love my body… Time to stop groping myself while spacing out at the mirror.

Husband texted back "sure, but I'm kind of tired, so nothing too long, okay?"

Damn. Well, I don't care. I'll have fun anyway.

When he comes home I greet him with a smile.

"You look fantastic," he says, and swoops in for a kiss.

I duck away.

"No touching without permission," i say. "are you hungry? Do you need to eat first?"

"i think I'm okay," he says.

"alright," i say, "then strip. And make it sexy… I want it worth my while"

I sit down on the bed, leaning back comfortably. I'm running my right foot up and down my left leg, flexing my toes, arching, but mostly I'm watching him.

He starts by taking off his shoes and socks because there is literally no way to take man shoes and socks off in a sexy fashion. After that he proceeds to the slow unbuttoning of his shirt, button by button. The undershirt comes off.

He reaches for his pants but I stop him.

"Hands behind your back," I say. I want to explore a little- I take my time, nuzzling into his neck, raking my nails down his back. He arches a little and gives a very tiny groan, which makes me instantly wet and aroused as hell.

Very reluctantly I drag myself away and settle back down on the bed. "You may continue," i say, and he clumsily fumbles his way out of his pants, and then his boxers.

I walk around him, inspecting, mostly just enjoying the sight. Then I push him towards the bed and make him sit down.

"I'm going to blindfold you now," i tell him. "partly because I don't want you to see, but mostly, frankly, because you look too hot in a blindfold for me to resist"

I have never met a man who looked hotter blindfolded. I swear my mouth goes dry as I'm tying the scarf around his head. I'm kind of impatient when I tie his hands as well, and end up doing an absolutely shitty job, something he could wriggle out of if he wanted, but frankly he wouldn't dare.

Then I give in to temptation and crawl into his lap to cradle his head between my hands and kiss the hell out of him. I shift my groin against his and grind, me fully clothed and him totally naked still, and I can feel him straining into the kiss, frustrated like crazy by his hands being tied. Frustration makes kisses better, though, and I tease him, rubbing up against him and then pulling away, savoring the frustrated noises he was making.

"i want to hit you," i whisper into his ear.

He hesitates for a second.

"Okay".

I know what I want to hit him with. It's a new, very thin belt, in glossy black leather, and I tried it on myself several days before and thought the sting was fantastic, not too strong, but with a satisfying noise and leaving beautiful red marks.

I'm not hitting him with the full belt. I do not trust myself to avoid wrap around or other safety issues. I wrap the belt several times around my hand, so there's only a short tail left, a few inches. It's easy and comfortable to snap this down, hard, and that's what I do, working over his upper back and his thighs, with lighter snaps to the front of his chest. I keep one hand on his cock as I hit him, gently stroking up and down or teasing around the head. He's not usually a heavy masochist, not to the extent I'm a sadist, so I'm watching him carefully for any signs I should stop, but tonight he's into it, breathing heavily, giving satisfying little gasps at the sharper impacts.

I play till I'm satisfied and he's covered in criss-cross in red marks, and then I order him off the bed.

"kneel," i say. He does so clumsily, still blindfolded, his hands still tied behind his back.

"i want you to undress me," i say. "and I want you to do it only using your mouth."

I'm a little nervous about this idea, given that he can't see and can't exactly maneuver easily, but I like giving him challenges and also within about twenty seconds it becomes obvious this was a brilliant idea. I'm already hyper turned on, and I end up having to grip the dresser to avoid collapsing with a whimoer while his mouth rubs against my thighs as he pulls down my panties.

I cheat a little to help him with the dress, though.

Now for the next step… There's a few ways this could go.

"are you tired?" i ask him, lifting his chin.

"no," he says, gasps really, his voice heavy with arousal. "i think… I can go a while longer"

"okay," i say. "in that case I want you to stand up"

He obediently does so.

I run over to a shelf to grab what I'm looking for. I have to hop onto the bed to be tall enough to place it on his head. It's a book.

He gives a little groan. He knows exactly where I'm going with this because I've told him multiple times its a fantasy of mine.

"i want you to keep that on your head," i tell him. "no matter what"

"okay…" he whispers.

And then I settle myself comfortably on the floor and take him into my mouth.

(did I mention I like giving him challenges?)

I really love my husband's penis and I take my time with it, licking up and down the length of it, stopping once or twice to just nuzzle against it. Dammit, I know I'm biased but I really, really love it. After a while though I'm blowing him in earnest, using my hands to stimulate the lower part of the shift while sucking enthusiastically on the head and upper shaft… This shouldn't feel so damn right in my mouth but I really, really don't care. I'm enjoying myself, and my poor husbands legs are shaking with tension. He's gasping or whimpering at almost everything I do, be it swirling my tongue around him inside me or just applying suction.

I can taste his precum.

"you have a choice, darling," i say, removing my mouth briefly from him. "you can finish in my mouth or inside me…"

"want to finish inside you," he manages to say.

"okay," i whisper. "sit down."

He does so, heavily. I crawl into his lap. This time around we're both naked (well, I still have my stockings on…)

I try to slide him into me.

But his arms are still tied behind him and it makes the angle impossible for me to manage.

I try something like four time before getting fed up.

I untie his hands, and push him backward onto the bed so he's lying down. Much better, and now I can properly slip him into me and ride… Grind…

We end up rolling around a bit…

So I have my legs wrapped around his waist and I'm gasping, writhing against him when he comes…

We collapse together.

"You were so good," i say. "you were so, so good." I'm cradling his head against my chest and simply trying to process how good it was.

It's not over though…

He maneuvers me into sitting against him, and reaches his hand down between my legs. He brings me up once, and I gasp and writhe and shudder – i am much noisier in my orgasms than he has ever been – but he holds me very firmly and keeps going…. A second time… A third time….

"i can't take it anymore", I say, and that's when he stops.

I feel like a rag doll, limp in bed.

I feel very sated.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3gcr25/letting_some_stress_out_femdom