A New Christmas Toy – Part 2 [M/F][Bondage]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a9v9q2/a_new_christmas_toy_fffm/)

Kirsty’s eyes widened as the large frame of her husband lumbered into the living room. Curly black hair rolled lackadaisically over his forehead, unkempt from his night of rest. Messy, to be sure, but the messiness brought out an extra edge of masculinity in his face. The white T-shirt that he had worn to bed was barely enough to cover his wide chest. Rippling biceps and forearms sprung from his sleeves as if sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Even after years of marriage, Kirsty couldn’t help but blush at the sight of him. It was no wonder all the young secretaries at Dean’s law practice threw themselves at his feet. Who could blame them?

Dean was clearly surprised at the scene before him. No doubt, he had anticipated many things about this Christmas morning, but seeing his wife trussed up and gagged without a shred of clothing to cover her naked body was unexpected to say the least. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with rope. A strand pulled her knees into a bent position so that she was laid flat on her stomach in a hogtie. A single red ball was wedged between her lips.

“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed in disbelief.

Kirsty moaned desperately. She tried to tell him how she had been left here for hours. She tried to say how Stacy had trapped a vibrator inside of her, and how she desperately needed to climax after hours of stimulation. She tried to tell him how badly she craved his touch, and how she yearned for sweet release. She tried to tell him everything.

But with the silicone ball gag stuffed tightly inside of her mouth, nothing but unintelligible garble escaped her lips.

Dean recovered his senses and meandered over to a small envelope in the tree. Kirsty had asked Stacy to write a letter explaining the role play to Dean. Stacy had happily obliged, and sure enough, the lettering addressed to her husband was in Stacy’s handwriting.

“Dear Dean,” he began to read aloud. “You have been an extra good boy this year. Such a good boy, in fact, that you are deserving of an extra special Christmas present.”

Dean paused to examine his wife, hog-tied on the floor. She was completely helpless with her hands and feet tied together like a pig. It seemed to Dean that she was trying to tell him something, but all he could hear were her muffled moans as she sucked sensually on her ball gag. A flashy looking bow was attached to her back as if to drive the point home. Kirsty was to be his Christmas present this year.

“Kirsty, on the other hand,” the letter continued, “has been a very bad girl this year. She has been put on the naughty list, and needs to be taught a lesson. So I have left her for you to use at your pleasure underneath the Christmas tree.”

Dean paused to watch Kirsty waggle her hips vigorously, trying to free herself. The way that her bare buttocks thrust up and down was quite enticing. A bulge was starting to form in his boxers.

“I hope that you enjoy your gift and have Merry Christmas. Sincerely, Santa.”

There was one last thing written at the bottom.

“P.S. I have left a bag of other fun toys for you to play with. I hope that you enjoy them.”

Kirsty’s head tensed and looked at the letter in Dean’s hands. What did that mean? The plan was for Stacy to write Dean a letter instructing him to untie her and make love to her. She had said nothing at all about any extra ‘toys.’ This was not part of the plan. Did Stacy play a trick on her?

Kirsty mewed angrily, but it was too late. Dean had already found a small drawstring sack hidden around the side of the Christmas tree that he was beginning to open.

The bag was marvelous, made of soft red velvet, and a drawstring of beautiful gold. Ornate golden lettering covered the side.

‘For Dean’ the letters read.

Dean untied the drawstring and peered down into the bag, reaching a hand inside to shuffle around the contents. He paused, looking over at Kirsty a little quizzically, before putting the bag down with a smile. Kirsty could see that his member was fully engorged now, standing at attention beneath his boxers.

“What could possibly be inside of the bag,” Kirsty wondered. And why did it make him smile so mischeviously?

“Santa has been so good to me this year,” Dean said, pecking her on the cheek. “I can’t wait to play with my new toy.”

Kirsty squirmed around, and made a distressed whine.

“It’s okay dear. Ropes look good on you,” Dean crooned, patting her ass.

Though Dean had a truly awe inspring upper body, perhaps the most magnificent part of his physique was his lower body. Kirsty sometimes thought that men’s legs were rather awkward looking, like the legs of a rooster. Not Dean’s though. His thighs were thick and wide like tree trunks. The sinewy strands of his quadriceps weaved into his knee caps and stretched down to his muscular calves. Best of all though, was his butt. It was round and muscular and was made for thrusting. It was a butt that was built for making love to her.

Kirsty got the chance to see Dean’s legs once again as he peeled off his boxers, allowing his rock hard manhood to spring forth.

To Kirsty’s surprise, Dean unbuckled her gag, which felt amazing as she worked her jaw up and down. The ball had kept her lips wedged open for so long that her mouth was beginning to feel stiff and sore.

“Thank God I never thought you would- ,” but Kirsty was unable to finish her sentence. Almost as soon as the gag which had silenced her was removed, another object was promptly forced between her lips.

Kirsty always thought that her husband’s manhood was beautiful. Perhaps he was not the longest man she had ever tasted, but his girth made her writhe with pleasure. Even now, as he pumped his hips up and down like a wild bull, his member was so wide that he filled her entire mouth.

“Ahhhhh,” Dean sighed, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes.

Because of Kirsty’s precarious position, hogtied on her stomach, it had not been easy to level his groin at her mouth. In the end, he had chosen to swivel his buttocks to the floor and straddle her face between his thighs. As he leaned his chest backward at an angle, he was able to thrust his member skyward, forcing Kirsty to tilt her head down while she took him in her mouth.

It was obvious from Dean’s animalistic grunts that he was enjoying his Christmas gift. Though she would never admit it, the feeling of being taken by her husband was incredibly arousing to Kirsty. She had always dreamed of Dean having his way with her, and she felt her groin moisten as he pumped himself into her mouth.

Dean gripped her hair tightly in his hands, forcing her head up and down at his leisure. She moved up when he wanted her to move up, and she moved down when he wanted her to move down. Perhaps Dean didn’t realize, but Kirsty didn’t need his hand to guide her. She loved to suck his manhood. There was nothing like feeling him fill up the inside of her mouth while she sucked and licked and slurped. She tasted the underside of his head with her tongue as she flickered across his member, working herself down to his base so that her entire mouth was filled.

At last, Kirsty felt Dean’s hand clench as he neared his climax. His hamstrings tensed to give one final thrust upwards, and he moaned with pleasure while he rolled back his eyes. An explosion of her husband’s seed flushed the inside of her mouth. It was warm, and sweet and sticky. She felt powerless, and she loved it. He did too.

Kirsty had satiated her husband’s lust for the time being, and Dean panted heavily as he took a moment to gather himself.

“Good girl,” he said, rubbing her face affectionately.

Kirsty blushed, half from embarrassment, and half from satisfaction. It felt good to please her man.

“I think this,” Dean continued, “may turn out to be my favorite Christmas gift ever.”

For a moment, Kirsty found peace as she enjoyed a brief moment of synergy with her husband’s pleasure, but it was not long before she was reminded of the buzzing vibrator still lodged inside of her. She was more lascivious than ever before, and if she did not find find some kind of release then she would surely burst into flames.

Kirsty tried to tug at the ropes that bound her hands, hoping to angle herself in such a way that she could pleasure herself, but alas, Stacy had done a good job. Her ropes wouldn’t budge.

She looked at Dean pleadingly. “Please. Please honey. Please will you let me come? Please dear, I need to come.”

Dean looked at her briefly, furrowing his brow while he considered his wife’s request.

“Please,” she said again while the buzzing pushed her further to the edge of sanity, “Please let me come. I NEED to come.”

Kirsty was truly seeing red now. She could not remember ever feeling such arousal in her entire life. This was not just a small vagary of desire. This was now an outright necessity. Her groin burned hot with the mess of her lust, and if she could not find reprieve from the passion inside of her then she would go insane.

Dean remained silent, stroking his jaw while he stewed in deep thought. Then suddenly his eyes brightened as an idea came to him.

“A good wife,” Dean started, looking into his wife’s hopeful eyes, “should speak when she’s spoken to.”

Kirsty tensed as she watched Dean reach again for the red silicone ball gag.

“No! No! Please no!” She protested.

“Not again! Please, no – mmmmmmmph!”

Dean cut her short as he carefully slid the rubbery ball between her lips, filling her mouth again with it’s springy, spherical mass.

“Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” She tried to tell him how she would be a good girl. She tried to say how she would be a good wife. She tried to tell him how she would please him like he had never been pleased before, but it was too late. Dean had already buckled the straps of the gag around her head, even tighter this time, and she was again silenced at the mercy of her husband.

“I am your husband,” Dean commanded, “and you will obey me. I will decide when you can come. You’ve been a naughty wife Kirsty. A very naughty wife indeed, and naughty wives don’t get to decide when to come.”

Kirsty mewed pathetically into her ball gag as she hung her head from the pain of desire. It was the worst feeling imaginable – like an itch that she could not scratch. And yet, now, just when she had hoped her husband would allow her some escape, he had denied her the release that she craved.

Kirsty tried to bounce her hips up and down, hoping that the increased friction of rubbing the vibrator could finish the job, but she had no such luck. The vibrator was simply set too low for her to climax.

As she waggled her hips back and forth angrily, she looked at her husband and realized that there was only one man who could save her now, and she was currently at his mercy.

Dean patted her ass affectionately. “There there baby,” he said. “Don’t be so upset. I’ve been a good boy this year, and Santa has brought me so many other toys to play with.”

“Mmmmmmmph!” Kirsty whined again, wiggling around like a pig.

“I couldn’t possibly let you go until I’ve had the chance to play with them all.”

And with that, Dean walked over to the satin red sack. He reached an arm inside, fishing his hand around in order to select a toy to his liking. As he began to withdraw his arm, Kirsty wondered what other trials lay in store for her inside of the satin bag.

At last, Dean found what he was looking for, and his eyes brightened as he looked at Kirsty.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together,” he said.

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