If you caught my previous story, you may have inferred that my ex (Anna) and I had an interesting, and hella fun relationship – by which I mean one that was kinky and perverted as fuck.
Often, the topic of ‘revenge’ would come up. Whether it be in response to being too annoying, too whiny, or just being plain difficult with each other. On this occasion I can’t quite recall what I did to earn my ex’s ire, but I can certainly remember the punishment.
She’d laid the groundwork early, messaging me during the week to let me know that she’d placed an ‘order’. An order for what exactly I couldn’t get an answer for, only that I’d be the first to try it out – which both excited and terrified me. Toys and restraints were a big part of our sex life, and whilst Anna had been a relatively innocent girl when we’d started dating – months of experimentation had made her… inventive.
When I arrived at her apartment that weekend, she met me downstairs to buzz me in. She leaned in for a quick kiss before leading me back upstairs, where, as I trailed her I caught the first hint of what lay ahead.
Her cute little ass sauntered up the stairs in front of me, clad in a teasing pair of black lycra tights, which accentuated her overall thin but undeniably sexy figure. As we ascended, and I shamelessly continued to perv, I realised that she wasn’t wearing tights at all – but a figure-hugging catsuit, hidden (intentionally poorly, I might say) underneath a light woollen coat. Instantly I found myself getting a little hot and horny, knowing she was clearly not going to be messing around had she gone to the lengths of organising a dedicated costume for the occasion.
Reaching her floor, she showed me into her place, before following me in and latching the door shut behind us. Twirling on the spot, she strode up to me and pecked me again with her trademark delicacy, followed by a mischievous smile that accompanied a questioning eyebrow.
‘Clothes?’
I knew arguing would be pointless, and so I began to undress in front of her, shedding my tee, pants and shoes and giving away my growing state of arousal quite clearly.
‘Good to see someone’s keen – you obviously like the new outfit!’ teased Anna. I rolled my eyes in mock frustration in response.
Anna went over to a drawer and pulled a small blindfold from within. This wasn’t so much of a surprise.
‘Put this on, we wouldn’t want the surprise ruined now, would we?’
After ‘helping’ apply the blindfold, she led me over to a chair and sat me down, before disappearing to get to work. I knew better than to sneak a peak at what she was doing, nor interfere, and so I sat patiently, in a silence that was almost agonising, and in a weird way only making me hornier in anticipation.
I heard the soft thump of Anna throwing what sounded like a small bundle of pillows onto her bed, followed by the sounds of mild exertion as she moved around it, presumably fixing something into position, and leaving me all the more confused.
Those sounds eventually dimmed, as she made her way back to me on the chair. She grabbed my hand, making me jump at the sudden touch, and lead me up and over to the bed, gently pushing me down onto it. Instantly, I sensed something different – the sensation of a different material across my naked back instead of the usual softness of sheets.
Before I could question it, Anna was already at work, guiding me into position in the middle of the mattress, before pulling my right arm up and away to the corner of the bed. There it met a soft, padded cuff, and the nature of my future predicament truly dawned on me. My cock couldn’t help but harden instantly, as I felt my girlfriend manoeuvre my other arm into it’s corresponding cuff, and my legs into theirs, leaving me helplessly spread eagled on her bed.
No doubt smug that her work was complete, Anna removed my blindfold, and I was finally able to look around me and take full stock of my situation. The unusual sensation across my back, restraining me quite tightly to the bed was revealed to be a criss-crossing, latticed network of straps – a figurative spider web spread across the mattress and locked securely onto the bed, and me onto it. I tested the limits of my cuffs futilely, only managing to pull the web a few inches off the bed before it snapped tautly back into position.
‘Do you like it? It looked pretty damn hot online…’ Anna mused as she sat straddled on my chest, having discarded her coat and sitting all too proudly atop me in her figure-hugging bodysuit.
Managing only to mumble out a few disjointed words in response, Anna took that as her queue to get started. Picking up her magic wand vibrator from the floor, she checked its battery quickly, before flicking it onto it’s lowest setting and leaning over me, bringing it slowly closer, until that relentlessly buzzing toy reached the tip of my waiting, helpless cock…
No doubt you can imagine how things went from there.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bt7588/mf_caught_in_the_spiders_web