Max and I had been together for a long time. We cherished having sex and relished any kind of sexual activity, including edging, BDSM, and simple masturbation. The epitome of perfectionism was my man. Black hair, toned arms, a chiseled face, a thick cock, and green eyes characterize this tall, athletic build. It was difficult for me too not to stare at him. Conversely, I was mediocre. Naturally, my face, neck, and breasts were attractive, but I wasn’t particularly slender. Although Max had repeatedly told me that I was ideal for him, girls do have insecurities.
When he returned from work, I was in the middle of making dinner. He came back, gave me a hug, and left to take a shower. His comment about the way I looked made me blush. I had on a very short black skirt, black heels, netted stockings, and a low-cut black top. No bra or underwear. He disliked it when we were about to have a rigorous BDSM session.
We decided to have a drink of wine before continuing once he arrived downstairs. He skillfully poured me and himself a glass of wine. After striking up a conversation, we entered “The Playroom.” Max, who is presently a multibillionaire, created the design in a really original way. He had ensured that everything, including toys and equipment, was in that room. He escorted me into the room and instructed me to kneel just beneath the rope that hung from the wall in the center of the space.
Before fastening them to the rope that forced me to extend my arms, he put cuffs on my wrists. Then he asked me to sit with my legs spread wide apart. He fixed a spreader bar in the space between my legs. I was complaining because I was in a very uncomfortable position. If my legs had been farther apart, I was positive the skirt would have torn.
“Oh my gosh, you look so gorgeous and seductive in that outfit. I can’t believe I have you all to myself and that I can spend today doing whatever I please.” His expression was smirky as he spoke.
“Could you please lift my skirt a little to prevent marks on my skin, sir?”
“Darling, I’ll do that when it’s necessary.”
He tied my hair as he approached me from behind. He pulled my top down until my boobs were showing. He made the decision to pull the ropes harder, which caused me to stretch farther and cause excruciating pain.
He fastened some clamps to my nipples that he brought with him. Oh no! Slowly, the pain was giving way to pleasure. The suspense of what was about to happen was making me drenched. It was incredibly fascinating and thrilling! I know that’s not how it should be, but I wish he would just take me hard, rough, and cum within me.
He brought over a vibrator, which he fastened to my skirt. My pussy was hardly touched by it. Furthermore, it was set to the lowest possible setting. He forced me to blowjob him in the process. It was really hot. I was gagging and drooling at the same time. He started to tease and edge himself too. Whenever he would get closer to cumming, he would stop moving but keep himself inside my mouth. I was so desperate to have his seed in my mouth, and the low settings of the vibrator were making me so horny, but my master had no plans of letting himself release. The cycle was endless. Just when I thought he would never cum, he came! I saw my master, my husband, my dom reach his ecstatic peak before releasing his seed in my mouth. He looked so relaxed and spent. However, just as he came back from his peak, he turned into his stoic and calm nature as if he hadn’t just cummed. Oh! How I just love the taste of him.
He growled, “Slut, fuck yourself with your hands, but it won’t be good for you if you cum.”
He helped me to the bed by releasing my wrists and legs. He forced me to lie on my back while inserting a vibrator into my pussy. I slowly began to tease my lips. I had been greatly aroused by the vibrator earlier. But now I was very horny from the tease I was giving myself, the vibrator in my pussy, and being observed by my husband, who knew exactly when I’d breathe, whine, and moan, as well as the man I love and had joyfully submitted to. This went on for a long time, with us looking into each other’s eyes and talking via them.
“Oh my dear darling, I don’t intend to make you cum tonight,” he said with a sly smile. “It was my day tonight. All of it was done to please me, including making me cum in your lovely little mouth, watching you masturbate, and tying you up helplessly while I gag your face. You’re not worthy of an orgasm, unfortunately. Perhaps some other time.” He then turned to face the door.
“Oh and sweetheart, wear a panty with one of the small vibrators, along with the sexy lingerie I love on you,” he continued, just as I thought he was turning to go. “I’ll have more fun with you later.”
I quickly went to our bed and got a cherry red thong and a bikini out of the closet and wore them. Then I proceeded to make my way back to the playroom and received a small vibrator which had great capabilities of making me squirm. He hadn’t told me how I had to be presented or where. So I just assumed my kneeling position, with my hands on my knees in the playroom and started to wait for him.