Author: shmiilio

Have you ever tried to lick something up with a ring gag on? It’s almost impossible. As I’m sure you could have guessed. For three hours since you last saw me, I’d been trying to get the birth control pill in the middle of Craig’s cum puddle. My arms were strained, tied to the basement pillar. My legs were numb.

Finally, in one triumphant flick of the tongue, I waded through the cold jizz pool and got the pill in my mouth. I swallowed, of course along with the cold, horrible sticky semen that accompanied it. I could feel it dripping down the back of my throat. But I was glad to be safe for now. I choked back the pill, and lay as comfortably as I could, propping my back against the wooden bar.

In these circumstances, it shouldn’t have been easy to sleep. But it was. After all the trauma, and horror, and shock, I somehow slumbered immediately.

I wish I didn’t.

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I wanted to be sexy for my husband. He seemed to be off all day, making minimal eye contact at the dinner party and making almost zero conversation. I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew better than to confront him about it. But what I knew was that at the end of a bad day (or a bad week, which I suspected was the case here), he always liked seeing me tied up in a nice black nightgown.

The lace barely covered my cleavage, but left plenty to the imagination. The nightgown opened up near my bellybutton, revealing the bottom portion of my torso. Putting it on already made me feel incredibly saucy. Accompanying it was a black thong that I wore tight against my hips. It’s been a while since we had fun like this. I put on a thick blindfold, then cuffed my wrists to the bedposts, waiting for him to get home from his vague “errand.” I never bothered to ask. Maybe I should have.

When the door opened, I could already feel myself dripping. I couldn’t wait to feel his hands around me. His cock against my pussy. His hot breath against my neck. He walked in and dropped what sounded like a plastic bag. Read more »