Upon awakening, I realized that the spreader bar had incrementally extended while I slept and forced my legs nearly into a split. I attempted to look behind me to see what time it was by the sunlight coming into the room, and inadvertently caused the hook to rub inside me. The sensation of the hook moving made me squirm in pleasure. I start to move around more, then hear Ben behind me at the door.
"My, my, my, look at this beautiful sight." He says while walking further into the room. "It looks like you enjoyed yourself during the night. I must remember to put you to bed like this more often, as this is a lovely way to start the day." I strained to look back at him, only to have the hook stimulate me again; I tried to mute my moan as he didn't give me permission to pleasure myself.
Ben approached me and swiftly removed the blankets that were barely on me as I had dislodged them during my struggles during the night. "It looks like the welt is almost gone, leaving a beautiful purple color on you." As his fingers trace around the bruise on my butt, causing goosebumps, I let out a small giggle as it tickles.
Marking me was one of his many obsessions that he's enjoyed since returning to the States. Thankfully I always recover quickly, and bruises don't last long on me. Which in turn makes Ben start the process over again.
Walking to the side of the bed, he bends down to kiss the back of my head. At the same time, he reaches between my legs, putting a finger in my exposed opening and finding me almost dripping; being tied up always arouses me. Something I was unaware of until Ben did it the first time.
I then sensed Ben loosening the hook, relieving some of the tightness but leaving it in place. He unlocked my wrists from the waist belt, one hand at a time, but secured them to the headboard instead of releasing them. The chains around my waist belt were removed, but the belt remained intact. To further enhance my exposed position, Ben fetched a firm triangular pillow and skillfully slid it beneath my belly, causing my buttocks to be even more prominently displayed.
Anticipating that he would release my legs, I realized that with my current split position, they were almost to the edges of the bed. He unhooked them from the spreader bar and attached them to a chain that had been prepared and positioned on the sides of the bed so the bar was no longer being used to force my legs open.
From the side view, I watched Ben undressing himself, revealing his naked form before climbing onto the bed. He extracted some of my natural moisture using his finger, coating the exterior and making it slicker. Gradually, I sensed his long and thick member entering me. He seemed to grow larger each time he returned from a trip, or perhaps the Kegel exercises made me tighter.
He moved in and out of me slowly, allowing me to accommodate his impressive girth without causing any discomfort to my sensitive inner skin. With each thrust, the hook that remained attached through a loop on my waist belt and up to my collar would pull in and out, adding to the sensations coursing through my body.
His thrusts began reaching the depths of my sex, unable to penetrate fully due to his length smashing into my cervix. While it used to be painful, I found myself reveling in it, attempting to shift closer to him, yearning to take in as much of him as possible.
