"Come on sweetheart, put on the maid outfit I got you. You will look so hot in the thigh high stockings, corset, and tutu," my husband cooed.
We have been married a long time and have been experimenting in the bedroom and out. I have found that I am a submissive and love when my husband, Jake, ties me down, gags me, etc. I'm not into humiliation or pain, even though a brisk spanking leaves me dripping, but I find I love the idea of being owned and prized by Jake. It gives me the freedom to let go of my inhibitions and enjoy what he can make my body do.
Giggling I slip into the bathroom to put on the outfit and when I return Jake has lite the candles, turned soft music on in the background, removed the comforter and gotten the tie down straps ready. Coming up behind me he places the blind fold on while he kisses my neck. "Now you are going to open your mouth, wear the bit gag, and then lay down in the middle of the bed," his dominating voice made me clinch my core as it began to tingle.
"Yes sir," I respond.
"Good girl, I have something very special for you tonight."
He ties the gag nice and tight so I can barely swallow as my mouth begins to water and he gives me a sharp slap on my ass as I crawl onto the bed and lay spread eagle. My anticipation is growing as he binds my wrists and ankles, leaving little kisses and love bites as he works. "You look so amazingly sexy all tied down, gagged, and pussy dripping." A light flashed behind my blind fold and I realized that he was taking pictures of me. With the music I can barely hear him moving around the room and I give a little start when I feel the bed dip and hear him whispering in my ear, "As sexy as you are in this outfit I need to see what you have below. Sit very still, I don't want to cut you."
"Whaaaat?" is all I can get out from behind the gag and then I go completely still as I feel the cold blade sliding down my neck and across my chest to slide under the front clasp of my outfit. With one swift move he has released my breast from the corset. The cold air causes my nipples to harden. The blade playfully circles each nipple then continues down across my stomach and with two more jerks of the blade my G-string is removed. Now I lay tied down spread eagle, wearing nothing but my gag, blind fold, and thigh high stockings.
A moan escapes when I feel his warm mouth wrap around my left nipple. Gently biting, pulling, and sucking so vigorously that my juices start to slip past my lips down to my ass. He knows that my nipples are very sensitive. One time he made me orgasm just by playing with them. He switches to the other nipple while pulling, pinching, and twisting the one he just left. I whine when he removes his mouth and then give a little scream when I feel the clamps placed on my nipples. The pain is just enough that it brings pleasure and I begin to wiggle around on the bed.
The warm tingly feeling increasing deep inside my master's cunt. The smack catches me by surprise and I jump when he takes the riding crop and slaps my red swollen nipples. "How does my slave like that?" he asks and he slips his finger into my sopping folds. I arch my back from the pure pleasure and start fucking his finger.
Then his finger is gone and I barely have a moment to whine when the crop comes down on my engorged clit. The scream that I emit is barely audible thru the gag. Once more the crop punishes my clit. Another scream and I try to wiggle away.
"Oh my poor sweet slave. I know you like this. Let's just ask that cunt of mine." He whispers in my ear as he slides his finger into my snatch, pressing the heel of his hand onto my bud, causing me to lift up my hips and moan. "See, I told you my slave likes this." Slowly in and out, his fingers tough my g spot, teasing me. Then he adds another. Oh the feeling is so divine. Then the third finger slips in and I feel so full and tight. It is a little painful but I can't help myself from humping his hand. Closer, closer, I can feel it building up inside of me but just as I am about to release he's gone.
The tears of frustration run down from under my mask and I can feel his warm tongue licking them from my cheeks. "Does my horny little slave want her master's cock?" He purrs. I frantically shake my head yes. "Do you remember when we were talking about our fantasies? How hot you became when I made you masturbate while I described how I was going to share you."
I moan out my answer.
Just a couple of weeks earlier he had made me tell him one of my fantasies. I told him how the idea of him sharing me, making me satisfy his friends, got me hot.
