I [F] shared a BDSM fantasy with my husband [M] and he delivered beyond my wildest dreams

*First piece of naughty writing ever, so please be gentle. <3*

*I’m leaving this story exactly as presented to my husband. I was incredibly nervous sharing my fantasy with him, but as he read it, his hardening cock told me he was more than willing to indulge me. We just started exploring aspects of D/s, and it’s opened up a whole new world for me. Needless to say, the fantasy was acted out, and exceeded any expectations!*

Sir, I think the hard thing to ask you for is degradation mixed with the gentleness, there’s something about it that I can’t seem to shake.
Throughout the day, I think of you grabbing my hair and telling me what’s in store for me this evening, calling me your dirty slut, whore and fucktoy, while touching my face gently and kissing me sweetly. You sneak a pinch here, a slap there, enjoying my torment.

When we’re upstairs, you start a gentle spanking, first over my clothes, just with your hand, then getting more intense and bare skinned, and right before I really start to squirm, you stop. You ask me if I’m wet, and I blush. You decide you need to check, showing me just how drenched I am, taking quite a few languorous licks yourself, driving me to the edge, then you stop yet again.

You might decide at that point that you want a snack or a drink, or you just might want to be evil. If I seem particularly frustrated, there might be several options- I could be bound with my ankles to my thighs, and instructed to not move my hands while my vibrator is just resting against my clit and I can’t move to get it juuuust right or to hump it, keeping me on the edge. Alternately, you could make me use the vibrator on myself while my nipples are clamped, but not allowing me to come, reveling in my slowly dwindling self control.

Inevitably at some point, I’ll come in spite of myself, even as you scold me disapprovingly, letting me know what an insatiable and clearly cock hungry slut I am. My clamps come off, and I feel the blood rush to my nipples, making them so much more sensitive.

You toy with me, instructing me how to please you with my mouth. You have me lick you and suck you everywhere you like, and look at you expectantly, hungry for praise. You slap my tits, pull and twist my nipples, then caress them, leaving me breathless. If my hands are free, I’m instructed to play with my pussy, but I get too close to coming again. You remind me you’ll be fucking my ass before the night is out, and make me play with it, using my fingers and my vibe on its lowest setting. I know I need to stretch it enough to accommodate you, and just as I really get into it, you grab my hair and fuck my face until I sputter and gasp for air, stopping just short of coming in my throat.

You lock eyes with me, and even through my fog of desire, I can hear you telling me to keep fucking my ass. You smile cruelly, reach down and press your hand against my pussy. I plead you to move your hand, to squeeze my wet cunt, slap it, do anything, but you don’t. I lose it. I buck against your hand, begging to come, knowing the punishment will be severe if I do, but at this point, I don’t care. You watch my face, noticing the exact moment before I start to come, and pull your hand away, leaving me begging and pleading.

You lead me to the bed by my nipples, pulling on them oh so painfully, and I stumble and crawl, since my legs have stopped working a while ago. I struggle to keep the vibe in my ass, and you push it in and out a few times, commenting on how much you’ll enjoy filling that hole shortly, but not yet. You sit me down on the bed, and start to lightly slap my whole body, stopping to pinch, twist, caress, kiss and lick. As my eyes glaze over yet again, you switch to the crop, teasing, moving it around my nipples, my face, my legs, my pussy, pausing to dip it in my folds and it comes out glistening with my juices. You instruct me to clean it, and I stick my tongue out and taste myself.

You remind me that I’ve come too many times without permission already and that my punishment is only just beginning. I take the vibe out, trying to sneak in a few more thrusts, but you slap my ass with the crop for trying to be sneaky, then caress and pinch the sore spot, flipping me over on my stomach. You choose my position, but I know it’ll be perfect for a good belt spanking, and I shudder with fear and exhilaration.

You decide on a number of lashes based on my behavior, and instruct me to keep count, so I can fully appreciate every lash with the belt that’s coming to me.
You squeeze my ass, rubbing, pinching, kissing, teasing, until it’s nice and pink, then you pull the belt out of the cabinet. It’s a painful one – I made sure to choose the one with the best sting when we went through the closets before our recent move. You slowly wrap enough around your hand for a good grip, and my heart is about to beat its way out of my chest. You ask if I’m ready. “Yes, sir.”

The first lash is almost disappointing, and I smirk as I count, “one.” You caress the spot and remind me that I have so many more to go. Each lash is stronger than the one before, each count becomes more difficult, and yet, you pat and kiss and caress my ass, giving me time to recover between swings. Just as I start to really struggle, you make me hold my asscheeks open, and comment on my pussy and ass. You slowly slide the side of the belt up and down my crack, briefly dipping it in my pussy and spreading my wetness all over me. You gently tap my pussy and butthole with the belt, making me arch back towards it, wanting more. You smack my pussy sharply, and just as the sting starts to dissipate, you smack my butthole, making me wail in frustration. You give it some appreciative pats, dip a finger in my pussy, then watch it slide smoothly into my ass. Not yet, but soon, you say.

You give me back my vibe, and tell me to play with my pussy, because you’re not done belting my ass. Every lash is exquisite pain, followed by unbearable pleasure, and with each count, I slip further and further into subspace. At this point, you know I’ll do anything.

You take out your cock, and I almost instinctively open my mouth. You let me lick you while telling me just how you’ll fuck my pussy and then my ass. I try my best to swallow as much of your cock as I can, and you have me turn back around. My pussy is dripping down my leg, you comment on it, making me blush in embarrassment. You dip your fingers in, rolling my clit between your fingers, and spread my wetness from my pussy to my ass. Your cock hovers just outside my entrance, then slides so so slowly into my pussy. I try and buck back, desperate to feel you fill me, but you laugh and hold me down, grabbing my hair again, and chiding me cooly for being so cock hungry. You have me repeat after you, that I’m your toy, my holes are yours to use and I don’t get to decide when that’ll be. I beg and beg, and you finally tam your cock in my pussy, pumping evenly, holding me down, while I writhe and beg to come.

You look down at my eager holes and grab the coconut oil. I can’t see what you’re doing, so being the gentleman that you are, you tell me exactly what’s about to happen to me. I feel your fingers applying the slippery oil on my ass, then moving closer to my butthole, then dipping one finger, then two, then three, maybe even four, if you feel that I haven’t done a good enough job stretching my ass on my own. You cover your cock in coconut oil, then have me pull my cheeks apart, leaving me completely exposed.

You press the head of your cock at my ass, and tell me that since I’m such a horny fucking slut, I can just impale myself on your cock. I whimper and push back, while you mutter words of encouragement, caressing, slapping and pinching my body. Once I finally have your entire cock in my ass, I start to rock back and forth on it, getting increasingly desperate, and just as I really can’t take it anymore, you begin to fuck me in earnest. Your long, hard strokes, combined with you holding me down, push me over the edge in a way that I didn’t know existed. I can’t seem to stop coming, and somewhere in the haze of absolute ecstasy, you come. Your cock is impossibly hard, I feel it pulsate, then fill me with ropes and ropes of hot cum. You catch your breath and gently stroke my body, pausing at the red spots on my ass. You shower me with sweet, gentle affection, as I ask if I’ve pleased my Sir tonight.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ipiura/i_f_shared_a_bdsm_fantasy_with_my_husband_m_and