Bound For The Honeymoon [Bondage][MF]

First time writer here. My favorite erotic has always been consensual bondage stories so I thought I would share a story from my honeymoon. Reply if you want to hear more or have any critiques, I have plenty more memorable moments I can share. Thanks for reading!

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My husband is 6′-0″ (hes really 5′-11″ but he gets mad when I mention it :D ), 180lbs with an athletic build, i.e. no flab, but no bulging muscles or popping out veins either, just pure lean muscle that looks like hes been chopping wood all day. I often look at his arms and wish they would just toss me over his shoulder and carry me to the bedroom. Hes got short brown hair, a thin chin-line beard, and blue eyes. He has a wide charming smile and a soft voice but can also puff up his chest and lower his voice enough to make anyone stop in their tracks.

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I’m 5′-8″, blonde hair, blue eyes, petite, with a girl next door kind of personality. I’m rather shy in large groups but will talk your ear off once I get to know you. And for the gentleman reading im 120lbs, 34C, and size XS or S panties, typically bikini cut or thong if I’m wearing a dress or spandex.

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My husband and I met in college, he was studying architecture when we met in a design class. We got engaged right after we graduated, and married a year later, which is where this story begins.

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We were honeymooning at an all inclusive Caribbean resort, with two private beaches, include a nude beach (I’ll save those details for another story). It was late afternoon on the second day and we were relaxing on the beach under a palm tree. He went to grab a drink and I closed my eyes for a few minutes, when I opened them again he was standing in front of me, shirtless and sweating from the mid-day sun, he had brought back two coconuts filled with pina colada! We took a cliche photo and went to the water to cool off. The water was crystal clear and refreshing, we must have bobbed in the waves for an hour or more, when I swear I felt something BITE ME! I didn’t know if it was a crab or a shark! I jumped straight out of the water into his arms. He held on tight, my heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins, initially fear, but it soon turned to excitement because of how tight he was holding me. With my leg wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck I was latched on to him like a koala holding onto a branch. while we kissed and floated in the surf.

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I said we should go in for another drink but he motioned under the water and said:

“Not right now babe, I think this trunks might be a little to revealing to walk out of the water.”

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I laughed thinking he was joking but brushing my hand against the front of his swim trunks and I could feel the stiff bulge against the skin tight fabric. I was blushing like crazy but left him there in the water to go grab a towel. I knew he was watching me all the way out of the water so I made sure to take my time adjusting my bikini bottom then bent over and pretended to pick up a non-existent sea shell. I grabbed two towels and wadded into the water holding them above my head to keep them dry, and motioned for him to walk towards me and I wrapped a towel around his waist as he exited the water.

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We laid on the beach awhile longer until it started getting dark, so we went to our room to get ready for dinner and the live band that was playing that night. As I was getting ready he reached into my bag and pulled out a matching black lace thong and pushup bra and instructed me to wear these. It didn’t really go with the light colored dress I was wearing but I wasn’t about to argue against the man with a plan, especially one so well dress. He wore a light colored dress pants, brown leather shoe polished to a perfect shine, and a tight fitting button down shirt covered in palm trees that I bought from the gift shop. The two top buttons were undone showing just a glimpse of his chest hair and the sleeves were rolled up showing off his tanned and toned forearms.

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Neither of us ate much for dinner, I think the only thing we really had a appetite for was each other. The band was OK, but like dinner we both secretly just wanted it to be over. I had been horny since I jumped him in the ocean hours earlier and every time I looked over he was adjusting his package, I guess thin tight fitting dress pants were probably not the best choice for a honeymoon. We had sat at a booth in the corner in the very back of the room. Strategic planning on his part, allowing some privacy and his hands to freely wander up my skirt during the show, and I of course returned the favor stroking his cock through his pants.

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The band played their final song and the crowd gave a great round of applause.

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My clapping was cut short as he grabbed my hand and said:

“Come on, lets go back to our room.”

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Not wanting to sound overly exited I replied:

“Oh, um, sure.”

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But the insides of my body were screaming FINALLY!

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On the way back he stopped by the bar and grabbed two shots and we toasted. He grabbed another drink for me but not for him and we started walking. Already a little tipsy I asked:

“Why are you so concerned with getting me drunk, you know I’m going to sleep with you right?”

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He laughed, pulled me close to his waist, walking hip to hip and in a deep, but quiet voice said:

“Wellll, tonight might be a little more than you’re used.”

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My heart fluttered with excitement. I smiled, finished my drink in a single gulp, dropped the empty glass into a random flower pot in the lobby and grabbed his belt to pull myself closer. I started to nibble on his ear while we walked and the closer we got to the room the faster we walked, near running at the end. We burst through the bedroom door, the lights were off but the dim hallway light were just enough to orientate myself towards the bed. As the door slammed behind us the room went pitch black and in a second I was in the air, back up against the wall, with my legs wrapped around his body. I was pinned against wall as the bulge in his pants pushed against me. With loud groan he threw me onto the bed, my head spinning from the alcohol and the hours sexual tension suddenly being released all at once as we ripped each others clothes off. His hands and lips moved to my chest, sending tingles and a warm sensation through my body, making it difficult to to focus on remove the countless buttons and buckles of his clothing. Finally I got to his boxers, as I lowered them his cock sprung up straight to attention. Without a word I dropped to my knees and started giving him a blow job. His penis was hard it felt like it was chiseled out of stone. I took as much of his head and shaft into my mouth as I could but 7-inches is more than my small mouth can handle, so I grabbed his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other and began to squeeze. His dick was throbbing, bouncing to the beat of his heart rate. I started enjoying the taste of his pre-cum but the thrill was short lived, he grabbed my wrists and lifted me to my feet, turned me towards the bed and bend me over. I was expecting him to enter me from behind, but instead I got a slap on the ass.

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I heard the end table drawer open and he demanded:

“Give me your hands”

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He grabbed both my wrists with one hand (I love/hate that he can that that) and uses his hips to push me forward against the edge of the bed and pinned me there with his weight. Right away I knew what he was doing, as I recognized the sound of the handcuffs clicking open. He usually tied me up with rope as it was gentler on the wrists but when he was really horny the handcuffs came out. They always made me a little nervous because the pair he bought were real police hand cuffs, no lever I could push and release like the toy ones you find in the adult book stores. Only one key would open them, and he controlled the key, therefore he controlled me. The cuffs clicked loudly around my first wrist. When i heard the second set of clicks my heart skipped a beat, I was bound. Escape was impossible and movement was very limited, thankfully he had added the black fuzzy covers, allowing me to move and twist my wrists during sex without the metal digging into my wrists.

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With a hard slap on the ass he leaned down to my ear and asked:

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight?”

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With a frog in my throat I replied:

“Whatever you want me to be.”

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Replying confidently:

“That’s my girls, just remember yellow and red.”

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Are usually safe words, yellow meaning to ease up a little but keep going and red to stop.

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But without thinking I blurt out:

“No need for safe words, you can do ANYTHING you want to me.”

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He grabbed my thong by the crotch, brushing his knuckles against my wet pussy and yanked my last piece of clothing off with one quick swoop. I hear him digging through the end table draw again, all kinds of noises, sounds of metal, maybe the thud of rubber? I cant tell. He lifted my feet and slipped them through a looped rope, pulling it around my ankles, and tying it tight. It was a neck tie prepared with a slip knot, the one he usually uses to bind my wrists. He stood me up straight and I struggle to stay up right with tied ankles and arms cuffed behind my back. Again I heard him reach into the drawer, this time he slips a blindfold over my eyes. It seemed kind of unnecessary considering the room was dark but I have to admit what little moon light was sneaking past the edge of the curtains was now completed extinguished. I was blind and helpless.

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He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, landing on my back . Grabbing my ankles and he pulled me to the center of the bed, rolled me over so my stomach was down and straddled my back, I can feel his erect penis and warm ball sack sliding up and done my back while he gives me quick but gentle neck and shoulder massage. As he lays his weight on me, and I can feel his erect penis slip between the gap in my legs, by this point I was already soaking wet. He teased me for a bit stroking the inside of my thighs, rubbing against my pussy lips. It felt incredible, my heavy breath quickly turned to moans. Slowly he pushed the head of his cock into me. With each stroke he goes just a little deeper, and deeper until he can go no father.

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His hips were slamming into my ass and at some point he made contact with my cervix, I jerk from the sudden discomfort but mentally love the reminder of how big he is. He backed off just slightly on the depth, finding the perfect rhythm. Every stroke made me feel more full than the last, by now I was moaning loudly. He pulled out, moving to the other side of the bed in front of me. I normally don’t like to give him a blow job once hes been inside of me, I guess the taste of well…me…is kind of weird, but I was so horny I liked my juices off his cock, whatever my man wanted that night he got. After a minute or two he pulled out my mouth, leap frog-ed over me, and again straddled me from behind. Continuing to penetrate me I felt him lean towards the night stand to grab some lube. Instead I heard the rattle of metal. I was confused as to what It could be, the hand cuffs were already on me, but I struggled to put much thought into it as I was entirely focused on the giant pork sword being thrust in and out of me.

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Without warning he reached around my head and grabbed my forehead with his hand, slowly, but firmly he pulled my head up and back. Non-verbally indicating “I don’t want this to hurt you but you don’t have any say in whats about to happen.” All I could do was arch my back to help relieve the kink in my neck. He slapped my ass firmly, sending shivers through my body, momentarily distracting from the tension in my neck and back.

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I heard the metal rattling sound again as he leaned forward, still thrusting but now slower and gentler, obvious changing his focus to keeping me in strange position, when in a stern voice he whispered into my ear:

“No done with safe words tonight.”

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In my head I was thinking:

“What? Why? Did he cum? I didn’t feel him and I really don’t want to be untied yet, I was just getting into it.”

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He told me to open my mouth wide, so I followed his command, eagerly awaiting his next move, hopefully his warm, firm penis in my mouth. Instead, I feel something cold…and round…being shoved in my mouth. Using his fingers he pushed the object past my front teeth…it tastes like rubber. He then shoved my face into the pillow, holding it there while he messed with my hair, and again the metal noise…

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My mind was spinning, but all of the sudden the dots connect…

OH FUCK ITS A BALL GAG!

I started to panic, not an external scream, but and internal oh shit! I didn’t agreed to this! But it was too late, I felt the final tug as he close the buckled, then a second metallic “CLICK” of the mini pad lock and what sounded like the key being toss across the room, landing on the tile floor. The gag was firmly secured on the back of my neck. I tried to say “No” but its just sounded like “Oh” and various other moaning so he just kept thrusting, WTF! It was just large enough to muffle any words and tight enough I couldn’t push it out with my tongue or lips. We had tried the gag a long time ago when I wasn’t tied up but I usually dodged the prospect of being gagged while tied by often saying something vague like “Yeah, maybe we can try it someday.”, guess that day had come. Not being able to communicate while restrained freaks me out a little, you’re giving up that final piece of control, the ability to say no. But like an idiot I had just told him he could do “ANYTHING” to me.

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I said “unh unh” and shook my head to the sides to get his attention. He knew what was up and stopped for a bit to hold the hands behind my back gently and kissed me on the cheek.

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“Don’t freak out dear, I love you and I would never let anything bad happen to you. I spent the last three years convincing you to marry me. I’m not going to so something stupid and have you divorce me 2 days after the wedding.” He said with a little laugh.

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His comical yet reassuring words were all I needed. Trust is a large part of marriage and surrendering my body showed I trusted him. I took a deep breathe (the best I could while being gagged) and squeeze his hands letting him know I was good. A large part of marriage is trust limits of pleasure.)

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He began thrusting again and started nibbled on my ear lobe. As the shivers ran down my spine he whispered into my ear:

“But right now I’m in control and I’m not unlocking these cuffs until I fill your pussy with cum.” He said tugging upwards on my cuffed wrists.

Those last few words made my stomach jump with butterflies. We’ve always used condoms and our wedding night was the first time going raw. It felt amazing, that warm GUSHING of him cumming in me, I couldn’t wait to feel it again. I started rocking my hips, helping pushing his cock, in and out of me, I wasn’t trying to earn my freedom, he could keep me tied up all night for all I cared, I just wanted his cum in me.

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He started handling me more aggressively and I can tell hes was getting close, he reached under me with one hand he started rubbing my clit, I’m was so wet that his hand slid around with ease. Everything in that regions felt full and warm, I can tell I’m about to orgasm, my mind went blank and my legs started to switch. I love that moment when your conscious brain looses control of the body. But just as I started he removed his hand. I bucked my hips to compensate for the loss of his hand, and that got him excited, he goes crazy when he knows I REALLY want his dick in me. He started breathing heavy and grunting, just the sexiest primal grunt you’ve ever heard. Thrusting faster, and deeper! My ankles were tied, but I crossed them so could spread my knees slightly, allowing a gap in my thighs big enough to feel his slapping my clit. He grabbed my hair tugging my head back, that little bit of sluttiness hidden deep inside of all women came out as I felt like I was being fucked like a rag doll, I loved it, causing me to scream through the gag. Finally letting go of my head, my chin came to rest on the wet sheets, soaked with drool now leaking past my gag.

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But the relief was short, he pulled my head back again, only this time more aggressively by grabbing a handful of hair near my scalp. His grip on my hair forced me to arch my back again and with his other hand he reaches around the front and started applying pressure on the sides of my neck, pinching the carotid arteries. He’s done this before, even when not tied up and the feeling is indescribable. The way he does it allows me to breathe unrestricted, but the reduced blood/oxygen to the brain sends me into euphoria. He squeezes for a few seconds, then lets go, then squeezes, repeating again and again, causing an orgasmic high that flows through my body wave after wave. There was nothing I could do to stop him, the raw strength he was exerting to hold me in that position was mind boggling. I felt his cock somehow grow larger, and more erect, while muscles all over his body flexed and his rigid body fell on me will all of its weight.

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His abs were rock hard and his furious penetration became so deep I could literal feel what I can only assume were my organs moving out of the way as my insides stretched to accommodate his massive cock, which by now has began throbbing, filling me full of his cum one amazing pulse at a time. His hand was still wrapped firmly around my neck, no longer squeezing and releasing, instead squeezing continuously tighter and tighter. Drool ran down my lips, swinging from chin, I couldn’t take it anymore, the stimulation was overwhelming and the only thing my extremely foggy ape brain could process was the girth of his massive penis spreading my pussy wide and his balls tightening as he ejaculated deep inside of me. His entire focus was on me, his pleasure was because of me, and it was all happening inside of me. Then my mind went blank and nature took over. My legs started to shake, my abs twitched and my pussy clenched around his cock, pulling him and his loads of hot cum deeper into me. It was one of the longest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. He held me firm through the entire thing, it must have lasted a minute, then finally he released me, blood rushing back to my head as he lowering me softly to the bed and we laid there together for several minutes, muscles twitching and breathing heavy.

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Even after he untied me I could barely move, it felt like I ran a marathon even though I couldn’t have more than a few inches if I tried. I could barely stand with my legs shaking and as I walked to the shower. The previously hot and sticky cum that was impossible deep inside of me was now running down the inside of my legs and dripping onto the bathroom floor. I looked into the mirror at my hair…a completed disaster! There was drool running down my chin and chest, and marks on either side of my mouth where the ball gag had been wedged. I looked like a mess but felt amazing as my husband wrapped his strong arms around me. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing I would never forget that night.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b46o6i/bound_for_the_honeymoon_bondagemf