I’m very lucky. I met a very wonderful man when I was in college and married him. We’ve been married ten years now. He’s an electrician and we live in a cozy little house in the suburbs. His day starts early and he usually leaves without waking me, but his day ends early too, so we have afternoons and evenings together. I know he loves me, and he’s a kind, loving husband. He never shirks from helping me around the house, and he’s very fit, and an enthusiastic lover. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything.
But there’s a catch. Like I said, he’s an enthusiastic lover, but not just for ordinary sex. He is very, very dominant, to the point of sadism.
He made no secret of it as we were courting. I’ve always been pretty vanilla, I guess (I think that’s the right word). But he was always interested in pushing the envelope. Just about every “first” I’ve had has been with him. Don’t get me wrong – he isn’t a rapist or anything. He has never done anything I haven’t said was ok. And if something went badly for me, he has listened to me and made adjustments. And sometimes it’s been more fun than I expected. But sometimes when he confides in me what he wants to do next, it fills me with trepidation. But I want him to be happy, so I smile and put myself in his hands.
I remember one of the first things he asked to do was take my ass. It never seemed to me like something that would be sexy at all, but I went along. He stripped me naked and kissed me all over, especially on my neck (he knows how much that excites me).
He kissed his way down past my boobs, down my belly, and started licking my clit. It felt so good, and I started writhing while he ate me. Finally I started begging for him to fuck me. I needed his hard cock.
He knelt on the bed and urged me to roll over and get up on my knees. I braced for what I expected, but his cock appeared not at my asshole, but at my pussy. He pushed inside in one long full stroke as I gasped at how amazing it felt as he filled up my hungry pussy. He started fucking me slowly, letting the pleasure build up.
And just as I started feeling like I was really close, he pulled out and I felt a dribble of lube land on my asshole just before his cock arrived. I was still close to coming, but felt just a little bit of fear, and then he pushed slowly in. His cock stretched my virgin asshole and I did my best to relax and let it happen.
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any more in, he groaned and said, “Oh my God, you’re so tight.”
He pulled back a little bit and then pushed in once again, beginning a thorough ass-fucking. Every time he pushed forward, his balls hit my pussy and I could hear the excitement in his voice. At one point he smacked my ass cheek while he pounded me. His cock didn’t exactly hurt up my ass, but… I don’t know… It just didn’t feel right. I could tell he was loving it, though.
Finally, he said, “I’m going to come, baby, I’m going to come up your ass!”
I felt him push extra hard up and hold it there for just a microsecond and then I felt his cock start to throb. He thrusted a couple more times, and then collapsed down on top of me, his chest on my back. His cock was still inside my ass as it started to deflate. He pulled out and moved over to my side and reached out to me and we held each other.
He spoke first, “Thank you, Darling. That was amazing. What did you think?”
I smiled and said, “It was ok. I like it a whole lot better when that cock explodes where it’s supposed to, but I don’t think I’d mind if you wanted to do that sometimes.”
He also likes to play little dominance games. One time we were at a romantic restaurant. Between the salad and the main course, he reached over and whispered into my ear, “I want you to go to the bathroom and take off your panties and bring them back to me.”
My face must have turned four shades of red. It suddenly felt like every eye in the restaurant was on me – like everyone knew what he just said, though I know no one could have overheard. I bit my lip and said, “Alright, Darling.”
I slid out of the booth and walked to the ladies’ room. It was small and tidy. I went into the stall and shut the door. I didn’t need to go or anything. I just had that one thing to do. I reached under my dress and took off my panties.
I straightened up and held them in my hand and suddenly realized that I had left my purse back at the table. My dress didn’t have any pockets. How was I supposed to get back to the table with my panties? I wadded them into as small a ball as I could and held them in one hand at my side against my dress and prayed that no one would see as I hurried back to the table.
I sat back down next to him and moved my hand under the table with the panties to meet his. He took them from me and beamed.
He said, “Thank you,” and reached over and kissed me.
I felt a weird mixture of pride at making him so happy with such a simple feat and embarrassment at having not only just taken my panties off in public, but walking back from the bathroom with them in my hand.
The rest of the evening I knew I was naked under my dress. All I could think of was the scene from “The Seven Year Itch” where Marylin Monroe’s dress gets blown up by a subway grate. I’m pretty sure he knew how nervous I was about it, and I’m pretty sure that’s why he did it. When we got home, he took me to the bedroom and rewarded me by eating me out until I came twice and then fucking me into incoherence.
But more recently, things have gone a lot further. A couple of weeks ago, he told me he got some new toys for us to play with. I put on a brave face, but inwardly I got very nervous. He asked if he wanted to give them a try, and I said, “Sure. I’ll try anything once, Honey. You know that.”
He smiled and said, “Well then, take off your clothes and we’ll get to it.”
A pit opened up in my tummy, but I lifted my T shirt off over my head and tossed it to the couch. It was followed shortly by my bra, pants, panties and socks and my shoes in front of the couch of the floor. I held my hands together in front of my tummy, fidgeting nervously.
He walked around me twice, eyeing me up and down, which made me even more nervous. Then he said, “Wait here,” and walked out into the garage.
He came back with a big wooden frame of some sort. It looked like a capital letter H and had rings at each end. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. He placed it on the floor near me and produced four cuffs for my wrists and ankles. He walked over to me and took one of my hands and held it out while attached a cuff to the wrist, then the same with the other. Then he knelt down and attached one cuff to each of my ankles.
Next, he had me kneel down between two of the arms of the H. He then took carabiners and secured each ankle to the ring at the end of the H. He then told me to bend forwards and place my wrists near the other end of the frame. He then took two more carabiners and secured my wrists the same way.
He walked behind me for a moment and returned to my side holding two belts. He took one and passed it behind my knee up around my upper arm, tying my arm and thigh together. He cinched the belt tight and secured it, then went to the other side and did the same thing.
I was now completely immobilized. I could move my fingers and my head and feet, but I was completely helpless and naked, and I knew it. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. He came back in front of my face and squatted down and began to stroke my hair.
He asked, “So, how does that feel?”
I gulped and and found just barely enough voice to nervously say, “Ok, I guess.”
“Nothing hurts?”
I wiggled in my restraints, and said, “No.”
He reached under my chest and fondled my boobs. He batted at them playfully, like they were piñatas. My face felt flushed.
He disappeared around the back and I felt his hands cover my sex and make little circles rubbing it. It felt good and I cooed my appreciation. I started to feel arousal begin to build when the hand left.
He reappeared in front of my face and pulled out a weird looking circle thing with two straps coming from each side.
He said, “Open wide.”
I opened my mouth and he slipped the ring in behind my upper teeth and then swung the other end behind my lower teeth. I realized immediately that it was some sort of gag. He tied the straps behind my head and I realized now that I couldn’t move my jaw at all – it was just forced open.
I felt a little more panicky inside, but he squatted down in front of me again and said, “I know you can’t talk now. If anything gets too much, just slap the ground with your hand. ok?”
I looked into his face. Despite what he was doing to me, I saw the man that I loved and trusted with my life. I knew I could take him at his word that if I wanted out, he would release me. I nodded.
He smiled and pulled a napkin out of his pocket and placed it under my face on the floor. He said, “This is just in case you drool on the carpet,” and gave a wink.
He stood back up and walked over to the couch and sat down. He just looked at me for the longest time. I couldn’t do much but look back at him. I moved my limbs as little as I was allowed. Being restrained so thoroughly is a lot more tiring than it sounds.
After a few minutes he stood up and walked back towards and behind me. The hand appeared at my slit once again and began to rub. As I closed my eyes and began to focus on the sensations I heard a click and a faint buzzing and then suddenly my clit lit up with sensations as whatever he had send a strong buzz straight into it. I made a noise that would have been a moan, but with my mouth forced open sounded like aaah.
The buzzing and rubbing kept going for a few minutes and I was beginning to start breathing hard from arousal. The hand disappeared and I felt a stinging slap on my ass cheek and then the rubbing resumed.
I was starting to groan with every breath I took. He smacked my ass again, and then inserted two fingers in my sopping wet pussy and began to fuck me with them, rubbing on the front of my vagina, which he knew was extra sensitive. It didn’t take long before I flew straight into a huge orgasm, shaking and straining against my bonds.
As my orgasm finished, he smacked my ass again, and continued to finger me, urging me into a second orgasm, almost as if he were forcing it on me. I came again, harder than before. As that second orgasm tore through me, the vibrator and fingers left me and I sagged down as much as my bondage allowed. My head hung from my shoulders and I was panting through my gag.
Suddenly I felt his hands working the strap behind my head and the gag loosened and he pulled it from my mouth. He picked up the napkin from under my head and wiped my chin while I worked my jaw to loosen it back up. He unblocked the cuffs on my wrists. Then he left and I felt his hands working at my ankles and they were freed. Then he removed the belts at my sides and I felt him urge me to stand. He led me over to the couch and had me sit in his lap and we held each other and kissed. I didn’t know whether to thank him or not. I’m still not sure.
I’m very conflicted about the things he does to me. I trust him not to really hurt me. And I have to admit, most of the things he does wind up being fun for me too in the end. I love him more than I can say, sadism and all.
