It's Valentine's Day and I've finally figured out what to get my man. It's what every good man deserves, but it's something I've not been able to share with anyone so far. It's seeing my face light up at his very presence, riding those waves of ecstasy until I cum at his touch. So far I've found that while I enjoy the touch of fingers, lips, teeth and tongue in all of my most sensitive places... it's nothing but a big tease. It's become a bad habit that I've been unable to outgrow childhood pleasures and only know of one way to get myself off. So tonight I'll show him my childish secret and perhaps he'll know of a way to help me break this habit of mine.
Knowing he'll be home soon, I've turned up the heat a little, pulled the blankets off the bed and folded them neatly on the floor next to the clothes I was wearing. I pull out my favourite old teddy bear. This guy's seen a lot. He's gotten a lot of attention and maybe not exactly the kind you would expect a normal teddy bear to get. He's been my secret pleasurable companion since before I was of an age that I can remember. He's nice and soft except for his hard black nose.
I lay on my stomach just pushing up for a second to stick bear between my legs right where he belongs. I slowly grind my clit against his hard black nose, wiggle up a bit so his nose can tease the entrance of my pussy, it doesn't go in very far, but it doesn't need to and you can already smell the scent of my sex on his fur. Back and forth. Rubbing from clit to pussy and back again. Slowly at first and then faster as I feel the fire building in me, moving to a wayward rhythm that only I know.
I hear the lock click and the front door open downstairs. His heavy footfalls running upstairs to meet me and stop in the doorway of the bedroom to see what I am doing. My heart skips a beat as I feel his gaze stop on me but I know if I open my eyes to look up at him my excitement will fade to nervousness. So I keep going. I feel myself getting closer and I grind just my clit into the bear's nose, hard... so hard it hurts, but a little pain is good; still on the very edge of being pleasurable.
I hold my breath and all the wonderful feelings especially those tingling sensations radiating from my clit spreading to every inch of my entire body seem ten times stronger. As I reach the peak of my climax I'm bouncing up and down on the bear's nose like staccato notes on a piano. Hard and fast, wringing the most from this experience before it slips away. Finally, I can hold my breath no more, and a sigh of pleasure escapes my lips.
I relax now, hearing only the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears as the waves of my climax slowly subside leaving me feeling like I've just washed up on some tropical shore.
Timidly I open my eyes to see his reaction. He enters the room with a stern look on his face. "So this is what you do when I'm not home. You need to learn a lesson, not to keep your pleasure to yourself and hide it from me."
He grabs my arm and drags me off the bed.
"Where are we going?" I asked surprised.
"Downstairs where you will learn your lesson. Now it's time for your punishment.
No more questions."
I didn't know what kind of reaction to expect but this wasn't it. I was used to some roleplaying, but usually I preferred to initiate it. Teasing him, pretending to be a 'bad girl', I knew a spanking downstairs was forthcoming. Did he see this as teasing him? I didn't mean it to be. I hadn't yet decided if I deserved a punishment or not this time, or was he really just mad? I needed to know for sure. I dug in my heels before we reached the first stair.
He turned around, "What's the problem?"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
His features softened. "You know I would never hurt you unless you asked for it. Now are you asking for it?" He asked with a devilish grin.
This I could deal with. This was the man I know and love. That knows how to tease me and turn me on. That knows that I like it rough and to be told what to do at times. That I would do whatever he said as long as he gave me a way out. Did I want a way out?
No, I decided, I wanted in. I trusted him not to go too far, I wanted to see what he had in mind for tonight. Love hurts. And love was going to hurt soooo good tonight for me.
"Yes, I'm asking for it." Nervous, but more excited now then scared, I let him drag me the rest of the way down the stairs.
Once we entered the laundry room he bound my wrists together in front of me. He threw the long end of the rope over a crossbeam and started to pull so that my arms were pulled taught over my head with my feet flat on the floor. I had a little bit of play so that I could take a step forward and back or go up on my toes or bend my knees, but that was it. At this point he anchored the rope to a hook at the other end of the room, there was no way I could get over there to undo it, or bend my hands in such a fashion that I could undo the lashings on my own wrists.
Walking over he began to kiss me, smothering any other thoughts I had. I could only react, enjoying the feel of him along the length of me. Turning slightly to the side he began to twist and tug on my right nipple. Groping and squeezing my ass with his other hand, I felt myself relax and start to get wet.
He took a step back and took off his belt.
I sighed.
This was my second favourite toy.
I knew I was in for it now as he slowly walked behind me. I knew better than to turn around, that would only cause him to hit something he didn't intend to. He started to warm me up with a few practice swings, the belt just lightly brushing my ass at the end of each swing.
Then surprisingly he fell into a pattern with which I was very familiar. Every ten strokes or so he would increase the force. The first 3 in a set would feel a bit stingy and uncomfortable, then the next 4 are what I referred to as a perfect sensual spanking, the last 3 would start to lose their effect and feel just like light love taps. At this point I would wiggle my ass asking for more and he would oblige. After a few minutes of this I usually would feel quite relaxed and content that I could take anything he threw at me. It also had the nice effect of warming my ass up and giving him a chance to warm up his arm if it was out of practice.
He paused and came around in front of me again slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as he lay the belt down for a moment. He took two steps forward grinding against me and plunged his tongue in my mouth. Feeling less docile I decided to fight back a little the only way I knew how. I wrestled his tongue into submission forcing it back into his mouth and bit his lower lip.
