Caught Watching Porn 4

'I'm Going out.' She said, her tone frosty.

'Don't worry I won't get up to anything.' I could feel myself blushing even as I said it. That and a clench in my stomach.

'Damn right you won't. She said. 'Upstairs.'

I had little choice and reluctantly I preceded her up the stairs. I guessed she wanted to lecture me while she finished getting ready.

'Undress.' She said as I went into the bedroom. My spirits lifted. Perhaps she wanted a quickie to keep my hands from wandering.

I pulled off my top.

'All of it.'

I undid my jeans and slid them off along with my boxers.

Things had been difficult the last week. She'd come home to find me watching porn. I'd spent the last few nights in the spare bedroom.

'Hands behind your back.'

'What?' I turned slightly towards her.

'Do it.' She said with a tone of exasperation. 'I need to go in ten minutes.'

'Look. I'm sorry.' I said not for the first time.

'Not a sorry as you're going to be.' She looped something around my wrists and pulled it tight, tying it off with surprising skill.

'I thought this would be an appropriate way to keep you out of trouble.'

It was. The stuff I'd been watching was bondage.

'On the bed.'

'But...'.

'Just do it.'

I climbed up onto the bed on my knees and she pushed me into my side before using another piece of cord to tie my ankles. Then she rolled me over to face her.

'I don't fucking believe it.' She glared in horror at my stiffly erect cock. Then with an exasperated sigh grabbed hold of me and dragged me down the bed on my side.

When I say dragged I mean it literally. Jo is six feet tall, an athlete. She'd played women's rugby and netball at university. We'd met at the gym. She'd given up the rugby and just played netball now and worked out four times a week.

She took more cords and tied me on my side with my back to bed frame; cords around my biceps and my right thigh.

'That should stop you getting up to any funny business and maybe it will teach you a lesson too. Remind you what those women you were wanking over go through.'

She was right about not getting up to anything. There was no way to get to my cock like this. I was a little surprised by her comments about the models. I guess it wasn't really something I'd thought about. Mostly I just liked to think they enjoyed it though I guess at least some of them probably didn't. Jo wasn't usually an outspoken feminist but I most women those days are very much against objectification.

I lay looking up at her. God she was magnificent. Dressed tonight in a short blue dress and...fuck me...she was wearing stockings. The view from down here was great. I could see her knickers; blue ones to match her dress.

Thinking about it, I realised she was way more dressed up than usual. I tried to remember where she'd said she was going and what time she might be back. I didn't think it was a good time to ask.

'You'll be needing these too.' She said and without another word slid out of her knickers. She held them in front of my face.

'Open up.' She said.

'What?'

'It's what you like isn't it.' There was a glint in her eye like the one she had when she knew she was about to win an argument. 'You fantasise women being gagged with a pair of knickers.'

I was going to protest. I actually I preferred ball gags and muzzles, especially head harnesses but knew I wasn't in a position to argue so I opened my mouth and took my medicine. A pair of blue satin knickers that tasted of her which she tied in place with a spare stocking.

'Most appropriate.' She said. 'Now don't get up to anything while I'm gone.'

And then she was gone. I heard her feet on the stairs and then the click of heels on the hall floor before the front door clicked shut behind her.

I lay there trying to take it all in; what had just happened? Without thinking I found myself pressing my tongue against my gag. The knickers tasted of her and I could feel them already wet from my saliva. It occurred to me that she hadn't put another pair on before leaving the house.

I knew my cock was rigid.

I struggled briefly but she'd done a pretty good job and I was concerned that if I did manage to escape I'd be in even more hot water.

So I lay there. In any other situation I'd have probably enjoyed it. My wife had just tied me up and gagged me with her knickers. My cock certainly seemed to see it that way. I'd always been into bondage and like most people in that situation I'd tied myself up more than once.

*

I'd fantasised about tying Jo up when we'd first met. Then when we had become serous I'd decided it was best not to do anything to rock the boat. I'd thus suppressed the urge and since we'd been married hadn't done any self bondage. I'd not done any bondage porn either. I hadn't needed to. The sex had been great and, although I thought about it sometimes, usually as we were fucking it really hadn't bothered me.

Or so I thought

Then last Monday she'd been out and after two years on the wagon I fell off big time. I'd been half watching a crime show and this girl had ended up in a basement bound and gagged. I really wasn't sure why but it just sort of stirred something in me. Well, something attached to me anyway. I'd pulled out my phone thinking there couldn't be any harm in looking at a few pictures. Before I knew it I had the laptop out and was scrolling one vid after another. It had become a bit of a frenzy. I'd got a beer and then another - that had been my mistake.

I'd fallen asleep.

And that's how she'd found me. I guess she'd woken me when she came in but I hadn't registered and she'd been watching over my shoulder as I drooled over a video about a pert little blonde with a pixie cut who looked barely old enough to appear in anything so sordid getting herself into hot water with a guy trying to sell her drugs. She started off being yanked up on her toes but a rope round her neck and her hands tied then the guy strapped her down on her knees with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a collar round her neck before working over her sex with a cane. At some point she ended up in the leather muzzle and I'm pretty sure he shoved a butt plug into her. The way he worked on her sex was really brutal. You could see it swelling as he continued to beat it before forcing her to cum for him with one of those Hitachi style vibrators they always use. I think I knew deep down her tears were genuine.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jo gave a slight cough behind me. In my defence this sort of stuff was nothing like I'd have normally watched before. I was much more into pretty girls being tied and teased; vintage bondage I think is the tag they use but not that night. I'd really gone to town and Jo now had my whole browsing history, search terms, the lot.

I was well and truly screwed.

She didn't say much. Just held her hand out for the laptop like a schoolteacher who'd just caught a kid with a cheat sheet.

I handed it over and she went upstairs. I followed but she shut the bedroom door behind her.

'You know where the spare room is.' Was all she'd said.

*

That first night she tied me, she came back earlier than I'd expected but even so I was already stiff and quite cold. Any novelty of having her knickers in my mouth had worn off too. She untied me and I looked at her hopefully. I knew I was a sad sight standing there limp with my mouth full of sodden underwear.

'Oh no. You've spent quite long enough in this bed tonight.'

I didn't argue.

She tied me again the next evening. Thursday was netball practice. I love to see her in kit. She has a great body and the sports bras she wears make her breasts so firm. That little skirt and tight green knickers do it for me every time too.

This time she put me on back spread eagle and then produced a ring gag. I looked up at her, shocked. She must have been planning this and I think I saw the flicker of a smile. It was surprisingly uncomfortable but what could I do?

'I'm always horny when I've been to training.' She said standing over me and crossing her arms over those magnificent breasts. 'If you're lucky, I might have a use for you.'

We hadn't had sex for over a week so i guessed she was feeling the need too. I really couldn't stop my cock twitching and she rolled her eyes turning away and walking out of the bedroom. I guessed this was my lot for the evening but I was wrong. I saw her bend over the washing bin and I had a feeling I knew what was coming. It didn't stop me enjoying the view though, that little triangle of green material stretching over those lovely firm tanned buttocks and the back of those gorgeous thighs. Her tan wasn't all over but there was no risk of tan lines down there, the bikini briefs she'd worn on holiday had been little more than a thong. The top hadn't covered very much more either, being mostly strings that supported more string round her breasts with little triangles of material covering her nipples. Not that she'd worn it much, the beach had been topless and she'd ostentatiously discarded it after a few minutes then insisted I rub sun cream into her nipples far more frequently than anyone would have thought might be needed.

The knickers she held up were black and lacy. They were quite skimpy too. The sort she sometimes wore in the bedroom for me along with stockings and suspenders. It was a bit surprising they were in the wash. It meant she must have worn them to work. I'd not seen her go out and she'd been in her kit when I'd got home.

'I wore them specially.' She said coming back into the bedroom. I know you like them. Bending down she stretched them over my face so the gusset was over my mouth and nose. 'And tomorrow you'll have these.' She lifted her little skirt and flashed her green sports knickers. I can assure you they'll be really sweaty.

I looked up at her, helpless. My mouth stretched wide round the gag. I could see the lacy trim of the knickers fluttering as I breathed. It was desperately humiliating and I felt myself beginning to blush.

'Oh. I nearly forgot.' She said reaching over to the side of the bed. 'I bought you another present.'

What the fuck?

She was holding a pair of nipple clamps.

'Don't worry. They won't do any harm. I wore them to work today to make sure they'll be no lasting damage.'

There must have been something in my expression because she laughed.

'I want to make you sufffer but I don't want to maim you.'

That was positive at least.

'Shame there isn't much to clip them to.' She said teasingly rubbing one of the little rubber clips over my nipple. 'Perhaps this will help.' She bent down and gently bit my left nipple pulling back and stretching it.

'Much better.' She said releasing it and attaching the clamp.

She used her nails on the other one making me gasp.

'You know I wish you'd told me how into them you were.' She said attaching the second clamp. 'It was quite distracting wearing them at the office.' She smiled wickedly. 'But then you can probably tell that from the state of my knickers.'

I lay looking up at her barely able to process what she was saying.

'Be good.' She said, her tone almost playful. Then she stood up and left me to it.

*

I tried not to enjoy it but I just couldn't help it. I was rock hard. I'd just been tied to the bed by my hot wife who'd gagged me and put clamps on my nipples. When I'd done a lot of self bondage, nipple clamps had been the thing I'd fantasised about most aside from being really genuinely helpless. The thought of having someone else have such uncontrolled access to my body terrified and thrilled me. I'd read about ice releases and timers and using a phone to make keys fall but I'd never actually had the nerve to do it or even the opportunity.

Now I had exactly what I wanted though I wished the circumstances were different. It was very frustrating. Not that I would have dared cum even if I could. That would have been the nail in the coffin. But I really was helpless. She'd used cord this time looped around my wrists and the knots were completely out of reach tied to the legs of the bed. How had she managed this? I knew, of course, Jo was nothing if not thorough. She'd probably spent half that first night reviewing what I'd done then the next couple of days planning what to do.

*

Again, she came back earlier than expected. Though I had been there spread on the bed for nearly three hours with clamps on my nipples and the ring gag in my mouth. I was less stiff than the night before but I was a bit cold. The worse bit was my jaw which was really aching.

Jo was still in her netball kit which was clearly soaked with sweat. I lay watching her strip it off: the dress, the sports bra, the knickers. She waved them in my face.

'Specially for you.' She said. 'I'll put them in a plastic bag for tomorrow to keep them fresh.'

She sat on the bed.

'How are the nipples?'

To be honest I could easily have forgotten I had the clamps on until she picked up the chain and tugged on them.

'You know I'm always horny after netball.' She said with a smile. 'And there's no point in having my husband tied to the bed like a sex toy if I'm not going to use him.'

She pulled the black lacy knickers off my face and tossed them aside. Then she straddled me.

'Better do a good job.' She said lowering her hot salty pussy into my face. 'There's a lot riding on this for you.'

It turns out despite the fantasies it's really hard to give a girl a good tonguing with a ring gag in your mouth. It certainly wasn't that I didn't try. Normally I'm pretty good, at least that's what Jo usually says, but then she usually climbs astride my cock to finish off so perhaps I'm not quite as good as I thought.

Eventually she gave up sliding off me with a sigh of frustration.

'I'll just have to use this I guess.' She said giving my cock a squeeze. Once again it was completely rigid and drooling. I'm not submissive. I'm really not but, hell, you can see why it might be behaving this way.

I could do nothing and didn't even want to try as she carefully spread her pussy and lowered herself onto my shaft.

'Perhaps I'd better buy you a penis gag.' She said. There was a definite edge to her voice and a flush on her cheeks. It was clear she was really turned on by this.

'You'd better not let me down.' She said. 'And I expect you to ask before you cum.'

It was just as well she was nearly there. I did all I could to hold on including shutting my eyes and trying to think of anything other than the fact she had me tied to the bed and Jo was sitting astride me playing with her tits and fingering her clit.

Her orgasm was clearly a good one and the relaxation of her pussy just about saved me. I lay frustrated but also relieved watching as she came back down to earth.

'I expect you want a turn now.' She said looking down at me and squeezing my cock with her internal muscles.

'Ech!' I said nodding.

'Pity.' She said sliding off me. 'But at least you get to spend the night in our bed.'

With a wicked smile she removed my nipple clamps them my gag, both surprisingly painful. I could only watch as she took herself off to the spare room.

*

It turns out her bondage really was secure.

About 3am I woke up with a very full bladder. I tried to hold on but by 4am it felt like it was about the burst. It really was time to get out. I tried. I really tried but fifteen minutes later I was just as helpless as before and I had rope burns on my wrists and ankles.

There was nothing else to do. I certainly wasn't going to wet the bed. I called out, quietly at first then a little louder. Finally I just shouted and tried to rattle the bed.

When she did hear me she came in very quickly and I thought looked concerned despite the sleepy expression. Her morning look was never the best and she looked now very much as if I'd just woken her up.

For a moment I was relieved at the apparent concern but then I thought her expression hardened when she realised I wasn't dying. This couldn't be good.

'I'm sorry.' I said. I Really meant it. 'I really need to pee.'

She rolled her eyes.

'I'd make you beg.' She said running a hand through her tangled hair. 'But not at this time in the morning'. She bent to untie my right wrist. Then she stopped.

'Actually I will make you beg.'

'Please'. I said miserably. I really needed to pee and I was cold.

'Please Mistress'. She said

I looked at her in astonishment.

'Say it.' She said.

'Please Mistress.' It's just as well it was quite dark or she'd have seen me blush.

*

By Friday night this was almost seeming normal and when she told me to go upstairs I didn't argue. She was going out with her netball friends and was already dressed up when I got home. After ordering me to strip she had me bend over at foot of bed spreading my legs and then stretching my arms to the top corners of the bed. My wrists and ankles were still sore and the ropes seemed to chafe immediately. She used the nipple clamps again too dangling a padlock from the chain between them. I'd noticed during the day that my nipples were bruised. Then there were the promised knickers still sodden and stale from her training the night before.

At least I thought as she put in her earrings she was wearing knickers which was fortunate as the skirt really was short. She was wearing stockings too. I guessed it was going to be a late night.

*

She was much later back. And had clearly been drinking. My arms and legs and my back ached. And while I hadn't minded the nipple clamps the night before, having to take their weight and the swinging padlock had taken its toll tonight.

'I'm going to punish you.' She said as she came into the bedroom. I'm sure you can relate to that.

She was gorgeous and there was something about her determination and the flush in her cheeks that excited me too but I really wanted her to untie me even if she sent me to the spare room. I was a little anxious about this talk of punishment and the slight slur in her voice too.

'I've got another surprise.' She said going to the wardrobe. She was still in her heels and she seemed to wobble slightly.

And there is was, a whip. The sort that they use riding horses.

She stepped round behind me.

*

It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be but it still bloody hurt. She hit me once, twice, three times. I was glad of the gag.

'You know what really fucking hurts.' She said landing the crop again. 'Is that you were wanking over those other women rather than fantisising over me.'

There was anger in her voice but upset too. She struck me really hard and I tried not to scream. When she finally stopped I was nearly crying with the pain.

I got that she was pissed and that I deserved this. I remembered that in at least two of the videos I'd watched the girls had been reduce to tears by what was being done to them. There was a girl locked in some sort of cage wearing this rubber bodice being caned until the skin of her bottom blistered.

I was breathing hard.

'Let's get that gag out.'I thought there might be a degree of sympathy in her voice. Having her knickers in my mouth hadn't been that bad but they were sodden and stale.

'Thank you.' I said as she removed them.

'Thank you Mistress.' She corrected.

'Jo...'

She snatched up the whip and slashed it down even harder than before.

'Mistress Jo...'. She shouted. 'And you don't have permission to speak. Do you understand?'

I kept silent and she struck me again.

'Do you understand?' There was a hint of hysteria in her voice.

'Yes Mistress.'

'Good 'cos I'm this fucking close to throwing you out!' She held her thumb and finger out to show me. 'Now.' She said. 'I'm going to untie your hands. And you'd better not bloody try anything.'

'Yes Mistress.'

She released my left wrist and walked round the bed to release my right.