There’s nothing I love more than the feeling of being in tight, inescapable bondage, especially when my wife has put me in such a predicament. Vivien can be submissive in all sorts of ways, but when it comes to binding a guy and playing with his body, she is strictly a top. She has a real knack for rendering a man helpless and then driving him absolutely insane with pleasure.

We’ve experimented with a number of different techniques over the years. Hogtying is a favorite for both of us. Vivien likes to have me get naked and lay facedown on our bedroom floor, so my dick is rubbing against the carpet. My bone gets steadily harder as Vivien readies our favorite restraints. The slightest squirm will cause a tantalizing friction that’s soon driving me crazy. Of course, that’s just the beginning.

“Poor baby,” she’ll purr, sliding a hand over my ass. “Are you turned on?”

I don’t answer. I only breathe into the rug with my eyes squeezed shut. It would be delicious to just hump the carpet until I blow my nuts all over it, but I don’t dare do that. It would bring the fun to an end much too soon. Instead, I try to concentrate on something else — anything else — but all too quickly my thoughts return to my cock and how badly it wants to squirt.

We’ve tried almost every bondage position possible, so Viv has quite a repertoire of tricks.

Sometimes she’ll have me stand upright with my back against the closet door, and she’ll tie me in that spot. Other times she’ll cuff my hands behind my head and make me stand on my toes, stretching me out more effectively than any rack. She tells me that’s nothing compared to what she goes through every day in high heels. Then, too, she might smear my cock and balls with honey, so that as the sticky stuff dries while I’m locked in cuffs, I’m tormented by devilish itching.

Have you ever had an ice cube pressed against your throbbing cockhead? That drives me crazy and makes me jump in my chains and cry out like a bee is stinging me. Vivien teasingly claims my dick gets so hot when I’m bound that she has to have a whole bowl of ice cubes on hand to cool me down!

We’ve also found a good ole spread-eagle tie is always an exciting option — especially as it leaves my most sensitive parts free for torment. Oftentimes Vivien will run her long red nails over my chest, belly and thighs while I’m sprawled out and helpless. The sensation is absolutely incredible; she ramps up the pressure just enough to be the least little bit painful. It’s like being clawed by a predatory but playful cat. It makes every inch of my skin tingle, and it’s not unusual for me to gasp and cry out for mercy as she draws out the session.

Another favorite method of hers is to reach between my parted legs and play with my balls, hefting them with her fingers and squeezing them till they ache. When she’s feeling particularly cruel, she’ll pinch my perineum — the ridge of flesh just under my nads. It causes delicious bolts of pleasurable pain to shoot up my middle. It’s not difficult to imagine myself coming from the sheer intensity of what Viv puts me through. But whatever position she arranges me in, she usually first takes the precaution of slipping a cockring onto my shaft. She pushes the unforgiving device right down to my root, so there’s little danger of me blasting off before the time is right.

Now, after hearing all that, you probably won’t believe me when I tell you there was one long-held fantasy I hadn’t yet shared with Vivien.

She and I have been married for five years, and in that time, we’ve explored so many of our cherished kinks. But there was a special act, one I’ve always associated with being in bondage, that I’d never tried. Yet I’d struggled to admit my secret, unfulfilled craving to my wife.

Simply put, I’d dreamed of Vivien putting me in bondage and fucking my ass with a dildo. I’d imagined being utterly helpless and completely at her mercy. She would blindfold me to make me feel even more vulnerable. She’d part my cheeks and expose my sphincter. I’d gasp and groan, my inner muscles clenching tight, as I perversely tried to ignore the lovely violation about to be visited upon my backdoor. I could practically hear Vivien’s throaty chuckle and discern her whispering about how much I’d love what she was about to do — and how much she’d love doing it to me!

At that point, my fantasy usually came to an end. That’s because my excitement often got the better of me and I’d slip away into the bathroom for a heavenly jack-off in the shower.

Clearly, the idea of letting my wife ream me is something very dear to my heart. Yet I’d never approached her about it, preferring to keep it as the most private of my fantasies. But a week ago, she dropped a bombshell that changed everything.

I had just gotten home from a long business trip. Much of our first night back together was spent in some straightforward, but very intense fucking. The next morning, I woke to Vivien’s fingers caressing my shoulder. She whispered in my ear, “I want to tie you down tonight. I want to really drive you crazy.” Something about the way she said it sent my heartbeat into overdrive. “Has anyone ever played with your ass?” she asked before licking my lobe.

I didn’t know what to say. Even though my dick had gotten the workout of a lifetime the night before, it was suddenly standing straight up under the covers. I had a strange smile on my face that seemed to surprise her.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” I breathed. “And, yeah, we can definitely do that.”

Getting through the rest of the day was hard. We ran errands, but the whole time I was thinking about what was to come that night. In a weird way, I was scared, but I was also so happy I could barely see straight.

Once we’d adjourned to the bedroom for the night, Vivien selected some restraints from our toy box. Using our most luxurious padded cuffs and rope, I was bound facedown and spread-eagle. She arranged my head on the pillows so I could still breathe easily. I couldn’t see exactly what she was up to, but she blindfolded me anyway, plunging me into darkness. For a final touch, she shoved a pillow under my pelvis, elevating my rear. I lay there breathing hard, all too conscious of how available my asshole was. My rigid dick pressed into the silky pillow beneath me, without the safety of a cockring to keep me in check. I was tempted to grind my hips, like when Viv has me hogtied on the carpet. But I resisted and held myself perfectly still.

“God, you have a nice ass,” Vivien sighed. She stroked my butt reverently, and I whimpered.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for the longest time.” She teasingly trailed her tongue over one of my rear cheeks and kissed it lightly. My sphincter was itching now, and I felt like it was raring to take whatever Vivien decided to dish out. If I had been a less experienced submissive, I might have wailed for her to stop playing with me and fuck my ass. But I was smart enough not to order around my mistress! Besides, I was determined to savor every second of my fantasy coming true. So I waited patiently for her to make her move.

However, I’ll admit my heart nearly stopped when I heard the slow slurping sound of lubricant being squirted onto her fingers. Then as Vivien applied the lube to my eager bunghole, I lifted my head, half gasping, half shouting in pleasure.

Her long fingernails prevented her from piercing me digitally, but their tickling caress was more than enough to send me spiraling into a frenzy. I breathed hard through my nose, lifting my body partially off the bed and letting myself hit the mattress again.

This was the kind of response Vivien liked. She knew if I was really panicking, I would have called out our safeword, which I don’t think I’ve ever actually used! But since the word didn’t fall from my lips, Vivien knew she was free to forge ahead and have her way with me.

“Steady, big boy,” she said gently. “My goodness, someone’s being very passionate tonight.” After a pause, she pondered aloud, “How are you gonna react when I actually fuck you?”

In my mind’s eye, I could see her tilting her head to one side in a mock-innocent fashion, the way she does when she’s feeling especially wicked.

Then suddenly I felt it — something smooth with a rounded tip, pressing against my slick asshole. I assumed it was her favorite dildo. I had watched her use the toy on herself many times, and I felt absurdly honored that she would use it to take my anal cherry. Even so, at first my ass fought against the intrusion, refusing to loosen up enough to permit any entry. But Vivien was patient with me, stroking me and sweetly whispering my name.

I soon felt her rigid rod gradually easing inside me. When the faux cock bumped my prostate, I nearly lost it outright. I cried out and bucked my hips like I was trying to fuck the pillow. The pleasure was so intense that I almost wasn’t aware of my balls unloading in an instant. I only realized I had shot an amazingly big load when I felt the wetness pooled beneath me.

“Wow,” Vivien said. I could hear the smile in her voice, and I knew she was pleased. She climbed atop me, removing my blindfold and kissing my cheek.

“We are definitely doing that again,” she promised.

“When?” I gasped.

“How long will it take you to build up another load?” she cooed.

I shut my eyes, overcome with delight.

I’m lucky Vivien honed in on my cock’s most secret desire. But I’m here to tell you if you want something from your partner, ask for it. Your wildest fantasies may be fulfilled — or even surpassed!