The eighth story in a series describing one woman's sexual journey
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The woman stands in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, gazing at her naked body. Her wavy reddish brown hair cascades down over her shoulders, a startling contrast to her grey-green eyes. Her breasts are round and full with upturned nipples. Her waist is flat, and her hipbones are prominent on either side of her bare pubic mound. She turns slightly and admires her tight ass. Her legs are long and slender. She smiles as she realizes that she still has the same perfect body she has always had.
It is a lazy Sunday afternoon in early summer. She and her husband have just finished a leisurely brunch on the terrace, and he is in the living room where she told him to wait for her. A few months ago she introduced him to the thrill of bondage. She had tied him to the bed at their rented ocean side villa on his birthday and, as a gift, hired a beautiful young girl to tease and fuck him. Afterward she tied up the girl and spent more than an hour edging and tormenting her before finally allowing her to cum in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her husband had watched the whole show in awe and fascination. Now the woman is ready to provide his next lesson in the pleasures of restraint.
The woman continues to look at herself as she decides what to wear. She walks to her closet and pulls on her black knee-high, spike-heel boots. The boots elongate her already long legs. Then she moves back to the dresser in the bedroom and pulls out a tiny red thong, just barely big enough to cover her pussy. She is still undecided about her breasts. Finally she pulls out a cream-colored camisole. As she pulls it over her head she realizes it is the same top she was wearing when she herself was first introduced to bondage. It had been an exquisite experience, an awakening of sorts. She realizes that is the feeling she wants to share with her husband. Before she leaves the bedroom, as a flourishing touch, she fastens a studded black collar around her neck. She takes a final look at herself in the mirror and likes what she sees. The woman goes to her closet and pulls her "bondage bag" out of the corner, then heads to the living room.
Her husband is seated at the sofa, a newspaper spread out on the coffee table in front of him. He is bare-chested and wearing only loose-fitting black pajama bottoms. He looks up at his wife standing at the entrance to the room and smiles. Once again he is reminded she is the most beautiful and sexy woman he has ever known.
"Follow me," she says.
She walks through the room and outside to the covered porch. Their back yard is large, and landscaping and fencing run along both sides of the house. The yard is deep and runs down to a creek at the rear property line. The property is such that no one can see them, but the woman is not sure that they cannot be heard.
She can feel her husband's eyes on her nearly naked backside as she puts her bag on a chair. She has already hung ropes from two hooks in the ceiling that normally support hanging plants. Her husband sees the ropes and hesitates, suddenly aware of what she has in mind.
"Stand under the ropes and stretch your arms up."
He does as she says, and she moves to him and fastens the loops around his wrists. His arms are stretched up and out, and she steps back to study his body. He is almost six feet tall, with deep blue eyes and tousled dark brown hair. His chest is mostly without hair, his arms lean and muscled. His abs are taut and hard. He works out regularly, and it shows. His body is perfectly proportioned, one of the things that first attracted him to her. But it is his humor, intelligence and kindness which made her fall head over heels in love and give up her career as a dominatrix. Now, after almost four years of marriage, she is taking the next tentative step toward bringing him into her old world.
She steps toward him, close to his face. In the four-inch heels she is almost as tall as he is, and she stares intently into his eyes.
"You will not cum until I say you can," she whispers. "Do you understand?"
He stares back at her. "Yes, mistress." There is a slightly sardonic smile on his lips.
She smiles broadly. "Very good."
She reaches up, taking his face between her hands, and kisses him softly on the lips. The kiss is sensuous, her mouth lingering on his, and she feels a stirring in her pussy. When she pulls away and glances down, she also notices a bulge in his pajamas. He continues to stare at her as she runs her fingers along his arms, down his neck and shoulders, and traces his nipples with her fingertips before moving her hands over his chest and stomach. She moves around behind him and runs her hands lightly down his back and sides before reaching around his chest and squeezing his nipples. She feels him shiver ever so slightly and smiles.
As an experienced domme, she has always preferred restraining her subs standing upright. The position allows full access to every part of the body, which she always takes full advantage of. The possibilities for pleasure and pain are endless. She recalls a time in the distant past when she was tied spread eagle in a wooden frame and tormented by two men for two hours. It was her most intense time as a sub, and she shudders at the memory.
Now she walks back around in front of her husband and furrows her brow. She hasn't fully thought through what she will do to him, preferring to improvise as she goes. She looks at him for a moment, then goes to her bag and pulls out a blindfold.
"No," he says, "I want to see you."
"Later," she responds. "This will heighten your senses and the element of surprise."
She flashes a sly grin as she stands in front of him and fastens the blindfold securely. She pauses and looks at him again, making him wait. After a long moment she reaches down and lightly touches his cock through the soft fabric of his pajamas. She flicks her fingers over the tip, fluttering and teasing. Then she uses both hands and strokes his cock on both sides, feeling it swell under her fingers as her husband makes small noises of pleasure. She continues to stroke with both hands, then wraps one hand firmly around his shaft and strokes with more pressure until his body starts to move. She moves her hand faster until his erection is hard.
She pulls away and watches her husband's face. His lips are slightly parted, but his breathing is normal. She puts her hands on his hips and starts to slide the pajamas down over his cock, taking her time and savoring his reaction. Finally his cock bobs free, and she pulls the pajamas down over his legs. He steps out of them and she tosses them aside. She moves away again and savors the sight of her husband's naked body. She idly wonders how long she can keep him hard.
The man stands in his patio, arms secured to the ceiling, blindfolded and incredibly aroused. He knows his wife will expertly keep him on the edge of orgasm, and he steels himself for the sensations. His erect cock bobs in the open air, and he waits expectantly. He anxiously wonders how long she can keep him hard.
The woman gazes up and down her husband's beautiful body, her eyes finally settling on his cock, thick and erect. She reaches out and strokes it, gently but firmly, from base to tip. She fondles his balls for a moment, then focuses her touch on his engorged shaft. She uses both hands, keeping up the rhythm and the pressure. When she notices him start to thrust, she moves her hand away. He moans softly. She makes him wait some more before she squeezes the base of his shaft with one hand and begins to lightly play the fingers of her other hand around the tip of his cock. She smears the precum around the head as she feels her own juices drip out of her pussy. She continues to play with her fingers until he groans, then she pulls away again. He thrusts his hips into the open air, his mouth open, his breathing rapid.
She waits until her husband's breathing slows and he stops moving, then she kneels in front of him, his cock bobbing in front of her face. She runs her hands up and down his lean, sculpted legs, savoring the smoothness of his skin. She continues to stroke his legs, then moves her hands to cup his ass and lightly licks the underside of the tip of his cock. She smiles as she feels a slight shiver in his body. She licks a while longer before taking the head of his engorged member between her lips. She sucks and licks, just the head, digging her fingernails into his taut ass. When he pushes against her she backs away, watching his cock quiver inches from her face. When his body calms, she takes all of him in her mouth, slowly sucking his full length, until she feels him quiver again. She stops and pulls away, watching the veins bulge on either side of his eager member. She continues the tease until he is as hard as she has ever seen him.
The woman stands and walks to her bag. She pulls out a short length of thin cord, perhaps two feet long, and walks back to him. She loops the cord behind his balls and wraps it several times around his scrotum. She pulls it tight while he squirms, then ties it off with a bow on top. She steps back to admire her work and smiles.
"This will keep you hard, my darling," she whispers into his ear. "Are you enjoying this?"
He grunts and nods. All he can think about is his swollen dick. The teasing is starting to mess with his mind, and he swallows hard. "Make me cum. Please."
"Not yet," she says. "I have a surprise for you."
He waits, naked and on edge, not sure what to expect. After a long moment, he feels her fingers lubricating his hole, and he jerks. He starts to protest, but then realizes it will be futile. He tries to relax his ass as he feels the end of the dildo at the entrance to his hole. He grits his teeth as he feels his wife slowly and deliberately push it into him. He is sure it can't go any further when, of course, she keeps pushing. Finally it fills him, fully and completely, and he starts to pant. His orgasm has receded, and all his concentration is on the feeling of fullness he is experiencing in his ass.
