Something about letting Martine tie me up makes her act like a wild woman. It’s the only time I can get her to really play with my cock and suck it. Quiet and somewhat shy by nature, she acts the aggressor in our B&D scenes as if born to the role. As was the case the last Saturday night.

Naked except for the nylon pouch covering my genitals and with my hands tied behind my back, I lay on my back in our bed. My wife smiled down at me, obviously relishing the possibilities here.

First she cupped me in her hands and squeezed lightly. Then she began to scratch gently with her finger-nails along the underside of my balls. She licked and sucked me through the pouch, drenching the material with her saliva, even biting me occasionally. Finally she pushed the nylon pouch to one side, and my cock, released at last, uncoiled and swayed stiffly before me. She held my balls in one hand and began to stroke my shaft with the other, using just her fingertips. She complained that my skin was too dry and bent forward and took me in her mouth. When I was thoroughly wet and slick, she drew back and continued stroking me and teasing me.

She had seen me, she said, the way I stroked my cock when she undressed. She wanted to know if it felt good. I said that it had. She said she was afraid of that, and got up off the bed. Martine told me to get up and led me to our large Queen Anne chair. She ordered me to bend over one arm of it and spread my legs. I did as she instructed, feeling terribly exposed.

As I tried to find out what was going on by looking over my shoulder, I suddenly felt a stinging blow on my buttocks. “Eyes front!” she commanded. She was actually spanking me! I started to protest, I tried to get up, but she struck me again. I stopped moving. The pain was not unbearable, but it did sting. A lot.

My wife asked me if I understood that I was not to please myself in any way without her permission. Swat! I said that I did. Did I understand that my come was for her and her alone? Swat! I did. And that I would come only on her orders? Swat! I did. By now my buttocks really hurt. But it only made my cock harder. The more Martine spanked me and shouted orders at me, the more turned on I got. I was almost afraid she would notice and stop. I need not have worried. After a few more sharp blows, I felt something hard pushing against my ass, then nudging my balls. Then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet.

I looked down and saw the broad, flat yardstick she had been hitting me with. My ass burned as I looked at it. Suddenly, from nowhere, she produced a leather collar with heavy steel buckles, which she placed around my neck. I could feel a blush of shame rising in my face as she hooked a leash to the collar.

With a sharp jerk on the leash, she led me to the bed. Pulling on the leash, she forced me to my knees, then lower, until my lips touched one of her bare feet. I kissed it. A gentle tugging on the leash indicated that she wanted me to go higher, so I complied, kissing my way up her thigh until she suddenly grabbed me by the hair and mashed my mouth to her cunt.

I licked frantically until she cried out and came. She pulled me away from her and grinned down at me. I was on my knees before her, my cock waving in the air, aching with unsatisfied lust. My hands were tied behind my back. I had a collar and leash on my neck, and my buttocks still hurt from the spanking she had given me. I wanted more than anything in the world to come, but I was too afraid of the consequences to ask her to let me. I just looked up pleadingly and awaited her pleasure.

Finally, tugging on my leash, Martine ordered me up onto the bed. Eyeing my aching cock, she trailed her fingers over my lower belly, then down along the insides of my thighs. After what seemed like an eternity, she took me in her mouth and started sucking. Slowly. Teasingly.

Every time I was close to coming, she would stop sucking and just hold the head of my cock in her mouth, daring me to shoot. Then, when the “danger” had passed, she would begin anew, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically as her lips slid over my cock. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t stand it a second more, Martine yanked my cock out of her mouth and shouted, “Now!”

Semen spurted out of my cock as I let out a long groan of relief. Jamming my erupting cock back in her mouth, Martine started sucking down my cream, not letting me loose until she had milked every last drop from me. Then she crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips. “Come on, admit it,” she said, smiling. “You love it when I tie you up, when you’re at my mercy.” I admitted it.