The next morning there seemed to be nothing unusual in our routine. I brought you a cup of tea in bed and I had a cup of coffee. You showered while I made the bed and did some ironing. You made yourself another cup of tea and, as I thought, started to dress and dry your hair while I showered.
When I came out of our en-suite, you had dried you hair and put on make up -- but that was all. Well -- except for a red studded collar and cuffs, matching red high-heeled ankle boots with silver buckles and studs -- and your nipples in nipple clamps joined by a silver chain! You were holding a black studded collar, four matching cuffs, and another set of nipple clamps and chain.
"We'll start the day as I want!" you grinned, "Come here and let me get you clamped as well!"
I had often felt you fingering my nipples during our foreplay and sex, but have never considered them as becoming erect like yours. That was about to change. Being aroused from the sight of you in clamps made it easier for you to harden my nipples with your mouth and fingers. When you could pinch them easily between your finger and thumb, you put the clamps on me.
"Ouch! -- that hurts!" I moaned, "Can't they be adjusted -- just a little?"
"There -- is that better, my big softie -- and I don't mean your cock!" you purred as you adjusted the tension on them.
"There's no pleasure without a little pain!"
"Mmmm..." was all I could reply -- somewhat apprehensive about how far things may go. We both knew your pain threshold was far higher than mine!
"Once I put these on you we can finish dressing and get on with our chores." You continued, fastening a pair of cuffs on my wrists before kneeling to fasten the other pair on my ankles. Looking up at me, your gorgeous sultry eyes came to rest on my erection. Teasing, you licked your lips, before kissing my tip, slowly parting your lips to flick me with your tongue -- opening your mouth to draw my cock in.
I could only marvel at the beauty and enjoyment in your face as I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Sometimes you let it slip out all the way and then lick the bulbous end with your tongue before taking the full length, yet again, completely in your mouth.
My pleasure was further heightened as you took my balls in one hand, massaging and rubbing them in time with you sliding your mouth over my length -- while you stroked the sensitive skin of my scrotum, running your nails from my balls to my anus -- gently teasing the puckered hole with the promise of penetrating it with a finger.
You know when I am about to come, making sure I thrust forward to your mouth by thrusting your finger into me. The sensation I experience as you gyrate your finger in me makes me come copiously in your mouth. You clamp your lips firmly round me sucking as I spurt. You look up at me - knowing you have me in your control.
Weak kneed, it is all I can do to stand -- but you are not going to release me until you are sure you have milked me dry. Finally you let me slip from your mouth, licking the last drop from my tip, grinning wickedly.
We finish dressing -- you in top and jeans, me in shirt and jeans -- and go downstairs to breakfast. It was not long until my trousers were bulging again. It was clear you intended us to do our chores collared, cuffed - and clamped!
Finishing breakfast we took a couple of hours to do our chores in the house before I had to cut the grass. But with the collar on? You decided maybe not and took it off me. While I tended the garden, you prepared a picnic since we had decided the day nice enough to get away for the afternoon.
After lunch, hot and sticky from our morning's chores we had showers to freshen up. Separate showers as we have a tendency to need showers after we shower together -- and we didn't want to spend all day inside!