"Are you sure, baby?"
I watched as he nodded, a grin on his lips. "Of course, honey, you know how much I fantasize about this stuff."
I sighed as I locked his wrists into the handcuffs he had bought, securing each arm to either bedpost. My husband had finally convinced me to give this fetish of his a try. Femdom. I knew how much he loved the idea of it, and I had finally decided to indulge him, although I had warned him that I was just giving it a try for his sake. I definitely couldn't act like those girls I've seen in the pornos, shouting insults and cracking whips. So we decided to start at level one. Simple bondage play.
"Mmmm.. you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, honey."
"Aren't you supposed to call me like, goddess, or mistress, or something?"
"Do you want me to?" He teased, knowing how much I found even the smallest bits of dirty talk really embarrassing.
"Oh, stop it, baby." I couldn't help but admire his body as he sat chained up to the bedpost, his naked body on full display. Even after being married for six months, I couldn't help but swoon at the sight. He was six feet tall, towering over my 5'3 frame whenever we stood together, his body well-defined to the point that I could see the contours of his abs as his chest rose and fell with each breath. And just below them... his cock, already hard, standing at attention, seven inches in length and straight as an arrow, it was thick enough that I struggled to get my hand around its shaft.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer, gathering up my long brown hair in one hand as the other unlocked the clasp on my bra, quickly shaking the straps off of my shoulders as I let it fall to the floor, my chest spilling free, followed quickly by my panties that I kicked to the side.
I giggled as I saw his cock twitch, pressing a knee up onto the mattress and pushing myself up, sitting on my knees between his legs. "Ughh, now I really regret this-" He flexed his wrists out, pulling against the cuffs, but to no avail. "I should've gotten a good squeeze beforehand." He finished, his eyes eating up my exposed boobs as I climbed on top of him, feeling his shaft graze against my lower lips as I placed a hand against his cheek.
"Well, that'll have to wait, baby~" I smiled, pecking my lips against his once as my hand started to travel down to his chin, along his neck, slowly creeping up his broad shoulder, my thumb caressing the definition of his bicep, helpless before me. I didn't even know if I wanted to admit it to myself yet, but I was quite enjoying this.
Every little twitch and pull against my touch, each shiver as I took my time was delicious. Each time I looked up, I could see him begging with his eyes, aching for more. But I didn't relent, even if I wanted to just as bad, to straddle his needy cock and ride him until the morning, I had to hold out, to make sure he enjoyed every tantalizing second.
I pulled back, dropping back once more to my knees, lowering myself to his cock, throbbing and angry, one little drip of precum pooling at its tip. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I met his gaze, smiling as he bit his lip, his eyes trained on mine as I leaned forward, 3 inches, two inches, one... I pursed my lips, and ever so gently blew cool air against its head.
"MMnnnhhgg" His focus broke, his head falling back against the headboard, his arms visibly shaking in their restraints. In all our time together, we had never done something like this, not even close. And I found comfort in the fact that although I was a bit nervous, he was struggling just as much.
"Beg."
He was just as shocked as I was. His eyes widening as he heard me, registered it, then tried to figure out if he had heard me correctly.
