I’d been with my girl off and on my whole life. We grew apart through a lot of our 20s as we lived in different parts of the country. A twist of fate would bring us back together as our 20s closed out and we would spend the next half a decade together until she passed of cancer. Her naughty side would appreciate anonymously telling this story.
Even as high school sweet hearts we dabbled in light bondage. She clearly had a submissive side. After we got back together when we were older things were more vanilla until after a slightly drunken conversation she confessed her want of being owned occasionally. Not a full time thing but for a weekend occasionally. After weeks of discussion, ideas, setting limits, and some collecting of toys we had the weekend all picked out. One hitch in the giddy up, as a surprise she had some relatives in town and we were to meet them for dinner. The agreement was our playtime was to begin at 5pm when I would get home from work and end at 9pm Sunday. She would be my slave for that time. Since we would be with family all night Friday I thought it be best to get some play time in before dinner and I asked her to wait for me with nothing but heels on at the front door. She did and I took my time inspecting her. Stroking every inch of her body and making her feel owned. I checked to see if she was excited and to my surprise she was very wet. I led her over to the couch bent her over and had my way with her. I was not gentle, my thighs were slapping her tight little round ass. After a short time she had a trembling orgasm. It was incredible. I then smacked her ass and told her to get ready to go to dinner, with a stipulation. She was to wear her new leather ankle cuffs and collar. So she had to dress to cover them. She was reluctant, but some time latter she came out showered with some nice pants, heels, and a turtle neck. Her ankle cuffs and collar on, but not visible. I had one more demand in store for her, her vibrator. It would be a 45 minute drive to the restaurant and I needed entertainment from my slave.
As we got into the car I asked her how she was liking being a slave so far. She said the hidden bondage gear was making her nervous but turning her on at the same time, and the orgasm she had earlier was the best of her life. As we got onto the interstate I told her it was time for her to entertain me. I’d never watched her masturbate before and it was always a fantasy of mine. Here was my chance. She was reluctant, what if she got sweaty before dinner? What if someone saw her though the car window? (they wouldn’t we live in rural America). I told her those weren’t problems slaves had to worry about. Just to give her a little more to think about I clipped her ankle cuffs together and put the handcuffs I brought on her.
I wasn’t sure she would actually do it, but much to my surprise she slowly and clumsily unbuttoned her pants, fighting her restraints, and slid the pants down just enough for her to work her vibrator. At first she started slow, almost not getting into it, but slowly she started squirming in the seat. Then came the cute little noises, finally she was ready to come but I told her she had to beg for it and beg for it she did. Then just when she couldn’t take it any longer I slapped the inside of her thigh and told her no. The look of despair, disappointment, then intrigue was amazing. I told her to go at it again and she did. Three more times I denied her orgasm. Finally, the last time I allowed her to come and it was another monster orgasm with shaking and trembling. She laid back exhausted and happy.
We were only a few minutes away from the restaurant so I told her she could undo her ankle and handcuffs, compose herself, and get ready to meet family.
That’s part one, if you like it maybe I can tell more of the story someday.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qpm6q/the_first_time_we_took_bdsm_to_the_next_level_mf