You are lying on your right side and I snuggle in to your back, edging my hand gradually over the satin of you camisole to cup and gently massage your left breast. It is not long before I feel your nipple hardening in the palm of my hand. My fingers seek out your hardening nipple to gently squeeze it through the material.
"I wonder if that is what a nipple clamp would feel like...." You murmur, moving your buttocks onto my partial and increasing erection.
"Oh....I was imagining I was putting clamps on your nipples!"
"Maybe we both could have nipple clamps!" you giggle mischievously, reaching into my boxers to draw out my fully erect cock and solid balls. Gently you nestle my erection into the moist warmth between your legs. Slowly you move your buttocks caressing my length in the material of you cami-knickers.
"Will we go into town and see what our favourite shop has to interest us? Maybe nipple clamps or something more restraining – I know you'd like to spread me on the bed!" you taunt, rolling onto your back and drawing aside the edge of your knickers to reveal your moist pussy, your lips partially swollen in anticipation.
Your comments were not that much of a surprise, we'd often discussed our mutual, and almost parallel, fantasies and interest in bondage.
I know what you are wanting, and lower my head between to legs to draw my tongue up your pussy lips. As I near the top of them, you raise your hips slightly which causes your labia to part under the pressure of my tongue. Now I can flick your erect clit with my tongue before taking it between my lips, sucking and nibbling it until you are writhing and moaning with pleasure.
The thought of going to look at bondage accessories seems to have heightened your arousal. You soon buck against my mouth as you moan loudly, my mouth filling with your copious love juices, as you climax violently, your body shuddering in pleasure.
That is my cue to move between your widespread legs to slide my throbbing cock into your gaping cunt. You groan loudly and lift your hips to ensure my full length fills you.
Slowly our bodies gyrate together – you have taken your breasts one in each hand and are massaging them and rubbing your erect nipples between your finger and thumb. I raise myself to gaze on your glowing body – your tongue caressing your lips – our groins grinding together your pussy framed in your knickers, my cock framed in my boxers.
But I seek my fulfilment and thrust harder and faster onto you as you wrap you legs around me as if to prevent my escape. Suddenly – together – our bodies convulse as you climax for a second time, your vagina contracting on my bursting cock as I climax with you – feeling my spunk wash deep inside you.
We relax for a while – not as long as we normally would – we are keen to explore what our favourite shop has to offer.
Although the shop had some bondage accessories, there were not as much as we had expected – but it did give us an idea of what the things we had discussed could be like. Perhaps it was for the best because I think we were unsure about buying our first things in the shop – particularly from the looks the manageress gave us – I'm sure she could hear us discussing what we liked and how we would use things!
We decided there would be more choice on-line, and knew some suppliers even had a next day delivery. Or was it by design you preferred to buy on-line – knowing I was working next day and you could take delivery yourself!
On and off for the rest of the day we chatted about where and when we would enjoy ourselves – how far each of us thought we should go – and our 'indicators' of when either or both of us wished to 'play'. The difficulty was working out when 'no' meant 'no' and when it was submissive agreement!
Curiously, although we spent most of the evening relaxing in our underwear, and arousing each other in bed, neither of us desired to spoil the enjoyment and excitement of the day – or the expectation of tomorrow – by having sex, the climax of which we felt would be an anticlimax and reduce our anticipation.
The next day wasn't a good day at work – mainly because my thoughts were distracted by what could be waiting for me when I got home and to what extent you would be exploring our purchases in my absence. I think I expected you to be waiting for me, dressed sexily, eager to play with our new accessories.
When I did get home, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You were dressed in a top and jeans – getting a meal ready. I could only assume the delivery we expected had not come. I acted as I would normally do coming home – not wanting to ask if anything had been delivered in case my eagerness to explore bondage with you or my probably obvious disappointment spoilt the anticipation we had the previous day.
After our meal I left you sitting watching television as I loaded the dish washer and washed the few items that had to be done by hand. I heard you go upstairs for a short while – but you had returned to our sitting room before I had finished my chores.
Imagine my surprise when I did return to the living room – you must have been partially dressed under your top and jeans to change so quickly!
You were standing demurely in the centre of the room. A purple and black basque with matching thong accentuated your curves, you wore black fishnet hold-up stockings and matching gloves, a broad black collar, silver rings on all your fingers, and your black, high-heeled shoes with silver buckles. The finishing touch, which immediately had me bulging in my trousers, was your dark, sultry eye make up.
Bending forward, you reached towards our settee and picked up a horse hair whip.
"I've been bad and need to be punished. Please go and prepare my punishment." You purred, handing me the whip.
