George’s fascination with kink begins with the basics: a pile of neckties, a brass headboard, and a pretty wife who longs to submit.

Our love of bondage began with a bedframe. My wife, Vanessa, and I were antiquing one weekend when she fell in love with its ornate brass curlicues. The metal was badly in need of a polish, but she insisted the bed was special. Still, I tried to talk her out of the purchase, arguing that I had no idea how we were going to get the thing home, but she stood firm, so we rented a trailer and claimed our new prize. If I’d had even an inkling of the effect the bedframe would have on our sex life, I would have never argued with her.

We quickly discovered the erotic possibilities of our new bed; in fact, our revelation occurred so quickly I wondered if this kinky turn had been Vanessa’s plan all along. The first night, the brass still smelled of the polish we’d used to shine every inch, but that didn’t stop us from fooling around. Lying side by side, our hands explored each other’s body as we exchanged tender, loving kisses. After a while, I zeroed in on my wife’s gorgeous tits, and since we both sleep naked, my hard cock was soon nudging her thigh.

With a husky laugh, Vanessa swung one leg over both of mine and began rubbing her cunt against my erection. As she sighed from the stimulation to her clit, I let her have her way with me until I was ready to move on to a higher level. The next time she skimmed upward, I moved enough so that my cockhead was positioned at her hole, then slid inside easily to give her a few quick pumps. Our position didn’t afford me the depth that I prefer, so I flipped Vanessa onto her back, grabbed her ankles, and hooked her feet over my shoulders.

Now I could stroke in really deep, and she responded by raising her ass off the mattress and groaning each time her cunt swallowed me to my balls. Soon I was fucking her so hard that I was rocking the bed. To hang on, Vanessa reached up and grabbed two of the headboard’s spindles. As she clutched the frame, the expression on her face morphed from pleasure to total abandon. That gave me an idea, so I pulled my cock from her clutching pussy.

Immediately, she let go of the headboard and reached for my ass to pull me back into her. “Trust me,” I said as I eluded her, ran to my closet, and grabbed a pile of neckties. I was in such a hurry I didn’t even bother counting them. When Vanessa saw what I was holding, she smiled broadly, a naughty twinkle in her eye. Rejoining her on the mattress, I straddled her body and lifted one arm until her wrist met a gleaming post. I secured her wrist to the frame with a tight knot, and then I repeated the process with the other arm and another tie.

She had been breathing heavily to start with, but she actually began panting as I bound her. Her breasts, capped by rock — hard nipples, rose and fell with each of her labored breaths. The effect that bondage had on her was obvious. Once her wrists were secure, I worked my way downward. As Vanessa carefully observed me, I spread her legs wider. Although her feet didn’t reach the posts, the neckties were long enough that I could knot one end of each around one ankle and the other to the footboard. Then, even though I was fairly certain the bonds were snug, I had Vanessa tug at each to test them.

I was pleased when they all held, but what was even more rewarding was the flush that rose to her cheeks when she figured out that she was completely restrained and totally at my mercy. Now the question was what to do with her; I’d realized that — for the first time ever — the decision was entirely up to me. As I knelt between her parted thighs, my cock grew harder than it had ever been and began leaking a steady stream of pre — come. I considered the many erotic possibilities of our situation.

One thought was to have her suck my dick and see what she could do with only the use of her mouth; another was to eat her pussy, playing my tongue over her glistening folds as she writhed, repeatedly bringing her to the brink of release until she begged me to let her come. My cock twitched at the second scenario, so I decided to start there.

I began by giving my wife a kiss, and when she instinctively went to wrap her arms around my neck, the headboard clattered because all she could do was tug futilely at the neckties. Smiling, I moved lower to kiss and lick her nipples. Vanessa moaned with joy, arching her back as much as her bonds allowed. I could tell that she was already wild with lust, and I hadn’t even reached her pussy yet. Vanessa’s stomach quivered as I trailed my lips over her taut abdomen, and the fragrance of her pussy grew stronger as I moved closer to her glistening slit.

When I reached her mound, I stopped to admire her sleek nether lips. She whimpered helplessly at the feeling of my warm exhalations against her moist flesh. Seeing an opportunity to tease her, I hovered there for a moment so she could feel each hot breath. She was soon writhing and moaning, desperate for my touch. However, I skipped her sex completely and kissed my way down her legs, all the way to her feet — just because I could.

Forgetting myself for a moment, I waited to feel her fingers digging into my shoulders as she attempted to pull me back to her cunt. But, of course, she couldn’t do that, and I chuckled to myself at my misguided expectations. When Vanessa heard me laugh, she thought I was taunting her and let out a tiny sob that betrayed how badly she yearned for more contact. I considered giving in and tonguing her pussy, but I was having way too much fun sucking her toes.

My wife has a thing about her feet — even a little bit of attention really gets her juices flowing. Within minutes she was thrashing around, pulling at her bonds and begging me to fuck her. Refusing her was difficult, especially since my cock was as stiff as a rod and throbbing mercilessly. Relenting, I licked my way back up her legs, briefly lingering at their juncture to lap up some of her salty — sweet juices, which only made her wriggle even more.

Finally, I mounted her and aimed my cockhead at her hole. She was so wet that I entered her in one easy, smooth stroke. Without delay, I began pumping furiously, and when I glanced up at the ties harnessing her wrists to the bedposts, I also caught sight of the pure ecstasy on her face. Clearly, Vanessa loved her bondage as much as I did — if not more.

“Holding that tiny nub between my lips, I teased it with my tongue tip and felt her pussy spasm around my dick.”

I stroked in and out of her tight cunt, gradually increasing my pace, and though her bindings were unyielding, my thrusts jostled her body on the mattress. That movement made her tits bounce enticingly, so I leaned forward to suck one of her ripe nipples. Holding that tiny nub between my lips, I teased it with my tongue tip and felt her pussy spasm around my dick. Then her entire body began shaking, and her sighs gave way to a long, guttural groan.

Vanessa looks so hot when she comes, so I raised my head from her breast to watch her as I continued to pound her. Her head whipped back and forth on the pillow as she shuddered and shook; her cheeks were flushed, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes tightly shut. I kept thrusting, though moving more forcefully now, which quickly spawned my own orgasm.

My balls drew in and then my cock pulsed as I filled her with cream. My thrusts became much less shallow as I lost control of my body. Normally, when that happens, my wife’s heels press into my asscheeks, urging me to fuck her harder, and I have to admit I missed that a little. But once again, a glimpse of her tethered extremities more than made up for that minor deficiency. She was still pulling at the ties, and in her euphoria, she’d balled her hands into fists because she couldn’t clutch at my back like she usually did.

I emptied my load into my wife’s pussy, firing into her even after I’d ceased pumping my hips. My orgasm had rendered me nearly as immobile as Vanessa. As my cock softened, I noticed that her internal muscles were no longer squeezing my shaft; she’d also ridden her climax to the very end. I was still catching my breath when she craned her neck to kiss my head, which was resting on her breasts, and said, “That was incredible.”

While I untied her from the bedframe, we discussed exploring this bondage thing further. And explore we did, from trying various household implements to going online and looking at specialty websites. In addition to our online shopping, we became regular frequenters of local sex — toy stores. We even hit up hardware stores for things like D rings and bungee cords, plus I made a few home improvements, like drilling hooks into the doorjamb of our bedroom. The only thing that remained consistent was our roles — we swapped once but agreed that me being in charge felt more exciting.

The more we played, the more control she was willing to relinquish, and that included her ability to see and speak. Before long, we had all sorts of ball gags, blindfolds and cuffs, but one implement became a fast favorite: our spreader bar. We’d ordered the bar from a catalog, and on the day the device arrived, Vanessa ripped open the package so excitedly I knew there was no way we were going to wait until bedtime before trying it out.

“My balls drew in and then my cock pulsed as I filled her with cream.”

As Vanessa quickly shucked off her clothes, I pulled out two sets of leather cuffs — both well worn by this point — and buckled one set on her wrists, which I then fastened together behind her back. My first thought was to have her lie facedown on the bed with her legs spread — eagled, but then I spied the hook in our doorjamb and my plan changed. Vanessa was sitting on the bed, so I attached the second set of cuffs to her ankles before positioning the spreader bar in between them.

Holding the rod was satisfying; the metal had some heft, and as I adjusted its length, the steel warmed in my grip. I urged Vanessa’s legs wider apart and set the bar in between, hearing her breathing hasten. She was practically panting by the time I finished attaching the rod’s eye bolts to the clips on her ankle cuffs. Now came the fun part: watching her try to walk.

“Stand up!” I demanded, and though she looked surprised, she obeyed. “Go to the door.” Her eyes widened; I could tell she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to get there with her feet shackled as they were. She took a tentative first step by swinging her left leg forward a bit, and when that worked, she tried the same thing with the right. She got the hang of walking rather quickly, albeit a little unsteadily, and my cock rose as I watched her hobble across the room.

When she reached the doorway, she stopped and waited. I regarded her for a moment, noting the black leather cuffs against her creamy skin and the way her hands, tethered behind her, rested atop her asscheeks. Though I’d been planning on undoing the wrist restraints, pulling her arms up over her head and re — securing them to the hook in the doorframe via some steel chains, seeing her ass displayed like that gave me pause.

“Come back here,” I commanded, and that’s when things got tricky. Turning around wasn’t as easy as walking a straight line, especially without the use of her hands to keep her balance. I was impressed by her attempts, but she clearly needed my help, which was a huge turn — on. Joining her across the room, I came up behind and stood close, wrapping one arm around her waist while nuzzling the back of her neck and pressing my erection, still in my pants, against her buttocks.

Next, I threaded the fingers of my other hand through her hair and pulled back her head for a long, sensuous kiss while slipping a digit between her clean — shaven labia. She squirmed against me as I stroked her wet petals, and then her body twitched when I pressed down on her clit. She was going to come soon if I wasn’t careful. Since that wasn’t part of my plan — at least not yet — I pulled my hand away winning myself a disappointed sob.

My own arousal was starting to get the best of me, so I relented and helped her turn around. I continued supporting her as she took baby steps toward the bed. I was growing more impatient with each excruciating minute that passed. Still, when we got to the bed and she looked to me for help turning around again, I told her, “Not this time.” “Please?” She uttered only one word, but it was enough.

“…she was as wet — if not wetter — than she’d ever been”

Grabbing a ball gag from the nightstand, I popped it into her mouth and buckled the straps at the back of her head. Next, I maneuvered her onto the mattress on her knees. As I bent her forward at the waist, I placed a pillow beneath her head, and she turned so I could see her profile. While gently stroking one asscheek, I opened my fly with my free hand. The corners of Vanessa’s mouth turned upward in the best smile she could manage around the rubber ball. Without bothering to step out of my pants, I positioned myself behind her, pulled out my hard — on, and aimed it at her cunt.

Entering her was easy; she was as wet — if not wetter — than she’d ever been. My crown popped right through her hole, and the rest of my shaft soon followed. I paused for a moment, enjoying the warm embrace of her cunt, as I thought back to the first time I had tied her up. This position was so much better because now she was bound and I could sink my full length into her, which benefitted us both.

Grasping Vanessa’s hips, I backed out of her until only my cockhead was nestled inside her. Then I pushed inward again, her warmth enveloping me as we both groaned loudly with pleasure. I tightened my grip, my thumbs sinking into her firm asscheeks as I began sawing in and out with a slow, easy rhythm.

As I fucked her, I reached a hand beneath her body and slipped a finger between her nether lips. She groaned as I pressed against her clit, which I flicked back and forth until her body was once again quivering. Meanwhile, I continued pumping into her at a steady pace, which was clearly no longer enough for my wife. She began rearing backward to meet my thrusts, but since I wasn’t ready to go faster, I pulled back and gave her a few sharp smacks on the ass.

Vanessa inhaled sharply and a flush spread across both her asscheeks and her face. I drew back my hand and slapped her once more, rocking her entire body forward with the impact. The image of her bound hands resting above her reddened buttocks, black bands encircling her wrists, had me at the brink. With my eyes trained on that provocative sight, I upped my velocity, slamming my pelvis against her flushed bottom as I fucked her as hard and fast as I could manage.

Vanessa’s pussy was dripping so much that I glided in and out with ease, and now when she began bucking backward, I allowed her movement. At one point I even held still and let her do all the work; she was so far gone she barely noticed I’d stopped thrusting. She kept bouncing backward, fucking her cunt on my cock and as she rocked the entire bed.

When Vanessa began losing control of her rhythm, I took over again, holding her by the waist as I pumped my hips to impale her repeatedly. Her mewls of delight, muffled by the ball gag, grew more breathless as she neared her climax, and when she came, I’m certain she would have squealed — if she’d been able to. Vanessa’s body was shuddering and shaking. As her convulsions took over, I held on to her hips and watched her ride the waves of her orgasm.

Her climax swelled and waned, while mine was on the rise, so I resumed slamming into her pussy. I didn’t last much longer, though. Pulling her onto my full length, I held her ass flush against my torso as my dick pulsed and I shot my load inside her. Vanessa’s eyes widened as my hot cream filled her to overflowing, dripping from her pussy in rivulets down her thighs.

Reluctant to part, I remained buried inside my wife for as long as I could. Leaning forward, I kissed the back of her neck, which was dewy with sweat, as I murmured my love for her. I knew she couldn’t remain in that position much longer, so I withdrew and freed her from her bonds and removed the gag. The spreader bar, which had served us well, was placed in our box of favorite toys.

Vanessa licked her lips and stretched out her arms before giving me a smack on the rear. “That’s what you get for spanking me,” she teased, and as my dick twitched, I wondered how much longer we could put off dinner.

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