Aeriel awoke with the sun streaming through the curtains to alight her face. She blinked her eyes lazily toward the morning rays, enjoying the sensation of the soft bed sheets on her naked skin as she stretched her arms and legs. It was Saturday, and her husband Kevin wouldn't have to work. She realized that he must have gotten up earlier, perhaps to make breakfast, if she was lucky.
As her arms retracted, delivering her a soothing sensation of her tired muscles releasing their tension, she felt her forearm brush against something under the blanket. Quickly and without hesitation she threw the cover back to see what had invaded her bed. Somewhat confused, she gazed down at a leather leash – not much different from what might be used to walk a dog – lying beside her. She reached down and picked it up, examining it with mystified curiosity.
It was pristine, clearly never used for an actual pet. Noticing that she had in fact been lying on the end of the leash, she rolled to one side and tugged at it, attempting to pull it out from under her shoulder. Aeriel felt a slight pull at her throat, and stopped instantly. She knew what was happening, but a part of her didn't believe it. She pulled at the leash again, and once more there was a tugging sensation at the front of her neck.
Slowly, cautiously, she swung her legs out of the bed and rose to her feet. Two short steps placed her in front of the mirror in her bedroom, where she saw a reflection of her form. She stood there totally nude, except for a black leather dog collar, with a long leash hanging down from it. At the front, where the two met, was a tiny padlock.
Before the mirror, Aeriel was the image of female perfection. Long curly locks of light brown fell over her shoulders, framing her slim face and accenting her pouting lips. The tips of her hair just barely reached down to brush against her pert nipples, which rested on full, firm breasts. Below her chest to the front was her flat, smooth stomach, to the side her hips that sloped out at a gentle grade, and to the back an ass that could have been sculpted my Michelangelo. It all came together at her slender legs, which stood in a crossed position as she posed for her own perusal, between which she could even now see the slightly puffy lips of her vagina, where no hair impeded her view.
Aeriel smiled unashamedly at her reflection, flicking her finger across the little silver lock and causing it to sway for a moment. She turned away from her nude image, pulling a fluffy white robe from the corner of the bed and pulling it around herself. Kevin clearly had something interesting planned for her today. She didn't want to keep him waiting too long.
She walked out into the hallway, stepping lightly and listening for her husband's movement in the house. The faint scuff of him dragging his feet on the carpeted dining room floor betrayed him, and Aeriel turned to walk down the hall. She rounded the corner and watched Kevin's naked ass walk into the kitchen. Though she had decided to put a robe on, he apparently felt that clothing wasn't essential today.
Clearing her throat, Aeriel walked forward purposefully. Casually, Kevin turned. "So, what's this about?" she asked, opening her robe enough to show that she had noticed the collar and leash that she had woken up with.
Aeriel inspected Kevin appraisingly. It looked as if he had been up for some time, despite his lack of proper attire. His short brown hair was freshly washed and still damp, and his facial hair neatly removed. Aeriel's eyes trailed down over his broad chest and shoulders – hosting a tangle of rugged, dark hair – and continued downward past his muscular abs. Kevin had shaved his groin since before he and Aeriel became sexually active as a couple, but she noted that today he seemed particularly smooth. She wondered to herself how long she should wait before reaching out and seeing just how soft he was.
Kevin stepped forward wordlessly, face devoid of emotion, and ended her chance to admire him from afar. Standing before Aeriel, he reached up and parted the front of her robe with his hands, displaying her breasts. He looked down on them with just a hint of approval in his gaze, and then continued to broaden the cleft of her robe. Her collarbone came into view, and then her shoulders. She closed her eyes and craned her neck as his fingers brushed against her skin.
He drew the robe down over her arms and let it fall to the floor, leaving them both standing there in the nude. Aeriel exhaled. Kevin's hands traced down the sides of her breasts, and came toward her center. He took the leash in one hand, and stared at her for a long moment. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked back at him. Those piercing eyes shot at him, almost begging him to go further.
Turning with a twisting, jerking motion, Kevin yanked at the leash and collar attached to Aeriel. She was hopeless in her attempt to retain her balance, and fell forward. Her arms shot out just in time to keep her from colliding with the floor, and she landed on her hands and knees in front of her husband.
Piercing eyes shooting a stare upwards, Aeriel angrily spat, "What the fuck?"
She had hardly finished her words when Kevin pulled, still forcefully but a little less quickly, for a second time. His second tug was directly upward, bringing Aeriel to rest in a kneeling position before him. This second yank caught her throat and caused her to gag and cough for a moment, taking her attention away from her anger.
After finally catching her breath, Aeriel again looked up to her husband, mouth open as she gasped for air, and began to formulate the words with which she would scold him. Her chance to speak was dashed however as one of Kevin's hands clutched at the back of her head. His other grasped the base of his emergent erection, and he simultaneously thrust his hips forward as he pulled Aeriel's face to his groin. She had hardly a moment to think before her mouth was stuffed full with pulsating, warm cock.
Kevin gyrated against Aeriel's face as she attempted to retain a bit of focus. She was still reeling from the rough manner in which she'd come to be in this position, but was at the same time incredibly aroused by the aggressive display from her husband. The two had always entertained fantasies of bondage – a makeshift gag or whip, restraints on the bed with safety releases, dirty talk during sex – but it had never been anything like this. Aeriel was actually a little worried, and that turned her on even more.
His member was gaining girth by the moment. Aeriel had little recourse but to devour each inch hungrily as he presented it to her. She reached up with her hand and looped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft, giving herself a fraction of control. Kevin's hand remained on the back of her head, as if guiding her movements, even when he wasn't exerting any force.
