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When we first bought this house, we asked the seller what they were for. In the unfinished basement, large metal hooks hung screwed into the ceiling in regular intervals along the beams. The seller said that a past owner had used it as a workshop and stored tools on them. We both wondered what kind of workshop it was… because we had other ideas for those ceiling hooks.
It’s a you weekend, the last weekend of the month. Each month on this weekend, you are in complete control from the moment we get off work on Friday afternoon to 7:00pm on Sunday night (so we have time to get ready for the workweek ahead). You decide what we will do – and who, what, when, and where I will do and be done. You choose my clothes, my bedtime, my meals – I give you everything. The only way out is to safeword.
Today is Saturday, the only 24-hour you day of the you weekend. It’s been pretty standard but busy, with us going out to breakfast (with a plug under my skirt and no underwear, of course), picking up a couple essentials at Target (including a large cucumber, which I then had to take into the bathroom and fuck myself with before we left), and walking the dogs (add nipple clamps to the plugged situation). When we got home, I fixed you lunch and a drink, then started your laundry and began cleaning the house. All naked, of course. After all of this, we took a little nap on the couch watching some dumb movie, then woke up and got ready for our friends to come over for dinner.
Now it’s about 10 minutes before our friends will arrive and I’ve fixed a charcuterie board, put dinner in the oven to cook for about 45 minutes, and made a pie for dessert that’s cooling on the rack. All naked, of course. Returning to the living room and sighing happily, I wait for you to look up from the book you’re reading, then tell you with a proud smile that I’ve finished all my chores. You smile up at me and check your watch, then say, “Perfect timing, my love. Give me a kiss and then go get some clothes on.” I bend down, and you pull me down to your face for a kiss.
As we kiss, you pull both my arms behind my back, and I feel you reach in between the couch cushions and grab the handcuffs. Before I can pull away, you press the cuffs on my wrists, securing them behind me, and then push me up to a standing position. I wobble a little as I stand, losing my balance just a bit, and you stand up to steady me with your firm grip on each of my arms. Quickly, you spin me around and put one hand on the small of my back, thumb firmly hooked over the cuff chain. Your other hand wraps up into my hair near my scalp and yanks my head back, pulling my neck into an uncomfortable position. “Walk, bitch,” you growl into my ear. Still reeling, I start walking forward as you steer me to the basement stairs. We pause at the top of the stairs and you scoop me off my feet and carry me down. Sitting on the workbench downstairs, I see some of your favorite tools sitting out – a blindfold, our spreader bar, the hard paddle, the big plug, the clit sucking vibrator, a black dildo, and, ironically, the same type of wooden spoon I just used to fix dinner. I sneak a peek at your watch – 8 minutes until they arrive. It doesn’t seem like enough time for you to use all of those things, so I quietly take a relieved breath.
While I’ve been taking all of this in, you’ve uncuffed my left hand. My right has been pulled high above my head, and the now open handcuff is clipped onto one of the hooks. A second set of handcuffs from your workbench are hooked onto my left hand and then hooked on a hook a couple boards away. Spread apart by the spreader bar, my toes stretch down to the floor, giving my arms just the slightest bit of relief from my body weight. If I try to flatten my feet, the cuffs pull tight, cutting off the blood flow to my hands and sending shooting pains up my arms and shoulders. You give me a deep kiss, and I pull towards you, temporarily losing my balance. As you right me, I see on your watch that our friends will get here in 6 minutes And then everything goes dark as you tie the blindfold tightly behind my head and my view of your watch is cut off.
After what could have been 30 seconds or 2 whole minutes, I feel the plug, coated in lube, being pushed in slowly. I tense in response, and the plug slips out. You whisper in my ear, “Relax,” and I immediately feel my tense muscles let go. I feel the pop of the plug gliding all the way in, and you give my hair a gentle tug and tell me I still have to pay for refusing the plug, since I’m not allowed to say no on a you weekend.
The next sensation I feel is the vibrator, turned all the way up, sucking my clit. After the tasks of the day and the last five (?) minutes, I’m immediately close to coming. I moan without thinking, giving myself away. Barely able to focus, I hear you say “No coming without permission.” I groan in frustration, then feel you slap me across the face as you tell me that my attitude will not be tolerated. I feel you move away for a second, then feel the snap of the hard paddle on my butt, right where it meets my thighs, raining down a barrage of blows getting progressively harder. I moan and scream and groan but you don’t stop, continuing until I am so overwhelmed by the pain and the vibrator that I fall silent. You tell me to come and I do immediately, but before I can ride out the entire orgasm you remove the vibrator and land one final blow, effectively ruining the whole experience. I hear the doorbell ring on your phone and you announce our friends are here. I ask you to grab me some clothes so I can come up and greet them as I turn my head toward where you were last standing. I wait, hearing shuffling sounds.
I had recently installed home monitoring cameras and had positioned one down here, carefully angled toward the basement door, ready to catch any intruders. You explain to me that you’re turning the camera so that it shows me, front and center. You lift my blindfold for a second and show me that you have the app up on your phone, showing the live view of my naked, bound body. “I’ll be watching,” you say. “Don’t make a sound. If they hear you, you will fucking regret it.” And then I hear you walk up the basement stairs, closing and locking the door behind you.
After hearing the initial boisterous sounds of people greeting each other, I hear shoes being slid off and then hear nothing, socked feet and the rug masking any footfalls. I have no idea how much time passes, and I stand as quietly as I can, trying to ensure no echoing sounds can be heard from the concrete basement below your feet. Eventually, I hear the basement door open and close, and hear you casually come down the stairs. I turn my head to the side, trying my best to hear.
Just as I hear you to my left, your hand is over my mouth, your whispering voice in my ear reminding me that I need to be silent. I nod in assent and you release my mouth and give my throat a squeeze, momentarily cutting off my air. Then both hands are fucking me, the dildo pumping in and out of me. Your hand bumps against the plug and pushes it just a little deeper with every thrust of the dildo. In your other hand is the vibrator, and you are turning it up incrementally as you speed up the fucking. I gasp quietly for breath, and you whisper, “Come for me, love.” My entire body spasms as I breathe as deeply as I can without making a loud noise.
As I breathe hard, trying to recover, you whisper, “I just came down here for more crackers. Our friends think you had to do some emergency babysitting – don’t worry, they totally understand that you can’t make it tonight.” I nod in somewhat lucid understanding.
You take off my blindfold for a second and look me in the eyes, silently conveying your love. I smile back at you and whisper that I love you, too, and that I’m good. As my breathing slows to normal, you ask me, “Seriously are you sure you’re okay? No bullshit, cross my heart – are you good to keep going?” I think for a second about how much I’ve been looking forward to this and the hard work I put in cooking and cleaning and preparing for the fun evening. I look up at you and say no, I want to stop, I’ll tell them the babysitting was canceled. You smirk and say, “Too fucking bad. You know the word to say if you want out,” then yank the blindfold back over my eyes and walk upstairs. As you near the top, I hear you apologize to our friends for how long you took. I hear the small clicking sound of the red light on the camera turning on, indicating you have the app open and are keeping an eye on me. Once the door closes, I strain my ears to hear what’s going on and manage to make out some voices, though I can’t understand what is said. Finally, I hear the oven timer ring and realize you haven’t even eaten dinner yet, and I am in for a very, very long night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm9o05/you_weekend_ff_bondage
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