It was the night of my 40th birthday, while my wife showered, I prepared things in the bedroom. Chains hung from anchor points in the ceiling and on the headboard. On the bed leather cuffs, anklets, thigh straps, and collar were laid out next to other lengths of chain and rope. On the dresser there was a selection on vibrators, butt plugs, a bamboo rod, riding crop and paddle. I lit candles around the room and sat in a wooden chair waiting. She entered the room not long after, pausing in the doorway to take in the scene that awaited her.
The lights from the hallway silhouetted her body, the tight firm C cup breasts, the widening of her hips and swell of her ass. I gestured at the floor in front of me and she sat between my legs facing away from me. I grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand and became to brush out her still damp hair. I slowly brushed her hair, working the tangles free as the scent of her shampoo filled the air between us. After it was all brushed out, I braided it all back in a neat single braid, waist length hair was a lot to manage, and I enjoyed taking care of my pet. I looped the braid around my hand and gently pulled her head back, I kissed her on the forehead and asked if she was ready to begin, she nodded that she was.
We both stood and she turned to face me, unbuttoning my shirt, and sliding it off my shoulders, then working my belt loose and dropping my pants to the floor so I could step out of them. We walked over to the bed together, my hand on the small of her back guiding her until she stood facing the waiting straps, chains, and toys. Without being told she picked up the collar and lifted it to her neck, she held it in place as I reached up and lifted her hair out of the way and then buckled the collar snuggly around her neck, gently kissing her shoulders as I did so. The cuffs, thigh straps and anklets followed, we had a routine, and she knew it well. She held the cuffs in place as I secured them to her wrists, kissing the bend of her elbow as I did.
I knelt and secured the straps on her thighs kissing along her stomach and ribs. She lifted her leg placing her foot upon my bended knee so I could do the first anklet steadying herself by placing her hands on my shoulders. I kissed and bit along her inner thigh as I worked the strap through the buckle and cinched it closed. After I had secured the second anklet in place I kept ahold of her ankle, moving my face between her thighs I let my warm breath wash over her breathing in her scent. I placed her leg back on the ground and stood up taking hold of the nipple clamps handing from chains attached to the collar. I cupped her right breast in my hand and bent down to suck and lick her little pink nipple, getting it hard so I could put the clamp on, then did the same to her left breast she sighed and gave a little shiver of anticipation when I was done.
“Choose one of each,” I said as I gestured to the vibrators, butt plugs and spanking tools that had been laid out. She selected a vibrator that would stimulate her g-spot and clit while still allowing me inside her, a basic mid-size butt plug, and the riding crop, one of her favorites.
“On the bed face up,” commanded and she complied. I stepped between her legs and pulled her down the bed so that her ass was just barely hanging over the edge. I began to secure her into place, arms straight out to the side, thighs clipped to chains hanging from the ceiling at the head of the bed keeping them spread wide, ankles attached to another set hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the bed. When I was done, she looked she had been frozen in place while riding a horse, stripped down and tied to a bed. She could open herself up further if she wanted to, kick her feet straight up, but she could no longer close herself off to me, I had full access to her tight little pink pussy. The last thing I did was take long length of red ribbon out from under one of the pillows and tie it around her head, covering her eyes, cutting off her view of what was going to happen.
I walked over to the door opening and closing it, making sure it was loud enough for her to hear, and then silently made my way to the foot of the bed, picking up the riding crop on my way. I stood at the foot of the bed admiring her, making sure that I was far enough back that I wouldn’t accidently brush up against her suspended legs, controlling my breathing. This was one of my favorite games to play with her, leaving her tied up, blindfolded, and wondering if I was there or not. She lay there breathing deeply, trying to keep her calm as I stood there watching her, left hand holding the crop up against my shoulder ready to strike. She began to twist and struggle making the chains jingle, moving her head around trying to dislodge the ribbon covering her eyes.
The riding crop came down, a full stroke that landed on her clit with the follow through dragging it across her pussy and ass. She cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure, as her back arched off the bed. “You will count the strikes”, I growled.
“One,” she whimpered as her body jerked. Quickly I struck four more times, watching her twitch and gasp with each one, “two, three, four, five.” I gently ran the tip of the crop over her reddening pussy lips before running the shaft between them, letting the rough texture of the leather rub across her clit. It was no surprise when I lifted the crop up that it was slick with her wetness.
I walked over to the nightstand picking up the butt plug she had selected and returned to between her legs using the wetness overflowing from her to lube up the plug before plunging it into her ass. She gritted her teeth as I settled it in place, sighing out “thank you sir.” I began teasing her body with the crop, running it over her nipples, stomach, thighs and in-between her legs, stopping every now and then to give her clit a good smack, which she diligently counted off. All the while talking to her, “you look so wonderful all tied up for sir’s birthday,” I’d growl, or “you’re such a good little pussy cat.” After about the twentieth strike to her clit I grabbed the vibrator and inserted it into her, turning it to brisk setting I knew would quickly push her to orgasm. I drug the chair across the floor, sitting between her legs and used the riding crop to stroke the soles of her feet every time she got close to orgasm, cutting off her ability to cum. “Not until I allow it,” I reminded her.
I continued this for a few minutes as she begged me, “Please, sir, please let me cum, please sir, pleeeeeease.” I changed tactics, inserting the handle of the riding crop into her soaking pussy underneath the vibrator. The tab on the end of the riding crop bounced in front of me as she contracted and relaxed around it, her breathing and moans becoming more erratic. She was barley hanging on and we both knew it. “Purr for me Pussy Cat,” I commanded. As the orgasm washed over her, I reached out and pushed the end of the riding crop toward the floor, using it to lever the vibrator upward into her g-spot. Try as she might, she couldn’t get away. She squirmed and thrashed on the bed, the room was filled with a symphony of jingling chains and screams of pleasure.
Forced orgasms were a kink of hers and I was more than happy to oblige, standing and grasping the crop closer to the handle I pressed down with my palm on the part of the vibrator on her clit, further increasing the stimulation. She was made to have two more orgasms this way, bucking against the restraints, “Please stop” she began to beg over and over, but not using the safe word much to my surprise and delight. I still had more planned for the night, so I removed the riding crop and stood over her, watching her gasp for breath. She was soaked in sweat and her fluids had made a mess on the floor, I grabbed a towel and began to gently wipe her down, taking my time working from her head down. I saved her tender pussy for last, enjoying the twitches that went through her body as the rough fabric of the towel rubbed along her. The towel combined with the vibrator still humming away inside her brought her to orgasm again. She hadn’t been given permission this time and normally that would have warranted correction, but she gasped out “Gingerbread” and I immediately removed the toy.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Too much,” she panted, “it was starting to become painful.”
“Would you like to be unbound?”
“No, just let me catch my breath,” she panted, “I would like to continue sir, if it would please you.”
I climbed up on the bed next to her, caressing her face and kissing and nuzzling her neck, keeping my hands and mouth away from her nipples although they were tempting. At some point the blindfold had slipped off and I was able to gaze into her eyes as she slowly recovered, she let me know she was ready to begin again, and I checked in with one last time to make sure nothing was too tight or uncomfortable before getting up and retrieving the riding crop from the floor. We were only halfway done with the birthday spankings after all.
I grabbed a pillow, placed it under her head and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth knowing what was coming next. I pushed my cock into her mouth as I leaned over her, propping myself up on my arms. I slowly fucked her mouth, pushing myself in as deep as her mouth would allow and pausing before withdrawing so she could gasp for breath. She would swirl her tongue around me and suck on the head of my cock as I moved in and out of her. Her mouth is small enough, and I have enough girth, that occasionally her teeth would graze my shaft, just enough to cause the right amount of pain. I sat back up and cupped the back of her head with one hand, this time when I pushed forward, I didn’t stop at the back of her throat but forced my way past. When I was as deep as I could go, I used my other hand to pinch her nose shut and began to count, when I reached 30, I released her nose and withdrew from her mouth allowing her to gasp for air. We did this a few more times until my cock was thickly coated with drool and it was coating the sides of her face and chin.
I repositioned once more, kneeling next her, I placed the vibrator back inside her then I picked up the riding crop in my right hand and a candle in my left. I slowly drizzled hot wax on her breasts and nipples as she gasped, it would take some effort to clean it all off the nipples clamps and the chains they were attached to, but it was worth it. I resumed the spankings, striking around her pussy with the crop, occasionally down to her ass to smack the butt plug before working my way back up. She gasped and twitched with each strike, her pussy beginning to glisten again as she once more neared an orgasm. I lifted on the chains again, pulling her breasts up and cracking the hardened wax that was covering them. She moaned in pleasure as I held them up in air, it wasn’t long until she was gasping and begging to be allowed to cum once more.
“What number are we at?” I asked with an impish grin.
“36,” she managed to sputter. If she had lost count, we would start over and we were near the end of the spankings. In the past I had let her keep counting when she had skipped a number just so I could give her some extra swats, and sometimes she lost count on purpose.
“Are you sure?” I asked teasingly.
“Yes sir, we’re at 36,” she squeaked out, riding the edge of the orgasm, body quivering.
“You are correct,” I sighed with a mock pout, “you may purr for me.”
When her orgasm was complete, I moved off the bed back between her thighs, grasping my cock in one hand and the base of the butt plug in the other. I slapped her pussy four more with my cock before I removed the plug and quickly replaced it with my cock, settling myself firmly in her ass, I let her adjust to the change for a moment before I began to thrust. I wrapped my hands around her thighs using them to help me pound into her and she lifted her head to watch me fuck her. The room was once again filled with the sounds of jingling chains and her moans of pleasure, this time joined my own and the sound of skin slapping again skin. I thrust into her mercilessly, hard, and deep, grunting as I did so, she gasped each time my hips slammed against her ass, the impact rocking her whole body on the bed. The sensations of her ass gripping my cock, the toy humming away inside her pussy and the sight of her wax covered breasts quaking with each thrust was bliss. “You have my permission to cum freely.” I grunted out between thrusts.
I began to pound into her more wildly driving both of us closer to the breaking point, trying to drive my cock deeper with each thrust. Her orgasm came first tightening her ass and sending her bucking and twisting. “Please cum sir,” she began to beg, “please fill my ass with your cum.”
Her begging did it for me, my own orgasm rocked through my body, setting my nerves on fire from head to toe. I thrust into her a few more times as my cock gushed cum inside her ass, shuddering with my own release as she squirted, slashing my abs and hips with her climax. I stayed there inside of her for a moment enjoying our mutual satisfaction before withdrawing carefully.
I grabbed a couple of new towels and began to clean myself off with one hand while unhooking her legs. I then began to towel off her body once again being as gentle as possible as I worked. I lay down beside her and unhooked her hands so we could cuddle properly. We lay like for a bit before we began the process of removing the cuffs, straps, anklets, collar, and nipple clamps then headed to the shower together to wash each other.
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