It's about 4:30 am on Monday morning. I have been working 12 hour shifts for 2 weeks, we try to talk but I am so tired all the time. It's like all I have time for is to eat sleep and work. As I walk in the door I can feel something is different, but I am to tired to worry about it. I go into the kitchen and find the left over supper, grab a quick bite to eat, taking off my shirt I toss it down the laundry chute, realizing how much I smell from working so many hours in a hot factory. I go into the master bathroom and take a hot relaxing shower, letting the stress from my day drain form my body.
Just as I am finishing shaving at the sink you walk in. I can tell by your attitude that your not happy right now, We start talking about how I need to spend more time at home, instead of working so much. I explain to you again that I don't have a choice, cars are selling good right now and I try to get out of working over, but ever since they got forced overtime in the contract I cannot say no. Even as I tell you this I know it's not going to make a difference.
You walk around behind me laying your self against my back, putting your arms around my chest, I take my hands and rub them along your hips reaching back behind you I gently rub your ass. You step back from me and quickly grab my hands, slipping your handcuffs on me and locking them. I know what your wanting to do, and I want to, But I am so tired. I ask you to wait till we have time to really enjoy this, You respond by telling me to be quiet and tonight has nothing to do with my enjoyment or pleasure, just yours.
You reach into the drawer under the sink and pull out a blindfold. Seeing it there makes me wonder how long you have had this planned, and it also tell me that there's no way I am getting out of it. Since we have been living together for the last 5 years we have tried a lot of things both in the bedroom and out. One thing I do know is no matter what idea you come up with next we both seem to enjoy it. So I give into you, willing, wanting to experience whatever you have planned.
You place the blindfold over my eyes and lead me into the bedroom, As my legs hit the bed you tell me to lay on my stomach, You crawl up on my back and unlock the handcuffs, you then tell me you roll over and you raise yourself up just high enough to do what you say. You take my hands one at a time and tie them to the bedposts, Then you do the same to my feet. My cock is rock hard by now, sticking almost straight up from my body.
I feel you get off of me and then off of the bed, next thing I hear is the bedroom door open then close. Thinking to myself that you left me there alone with this raging hard on, and knowing there is no way I am gonna go to sleep now. I am into this, I want this...NOW and you know it. can't see or hear anything in our bedroom, My body starts fighting the restraints, trying to get lose so I can find you so I can get inside you. I hear you giggling in the corner and I realize you have been there the entire time, watching, observing me. seeing the expressions on my face, the reactions my body is having to the blindfold and restraints.
I feel you as you lean against the bed, suddenly you take all of my cock down your throat, then just as quickly you take it out, it's so fast my face doesn't show the pleasure of you deep throating me until your standing up again. I moan out loud and beg you to do that again. You order me to be quiet, not to speak or make any sound until you give me permission. You have something with a point and your dragging it over my chest hard, I don't know what it is. It feels almost like a finger nail but colder, you can see the look on my face you know I cannot tell what it is, To relax me a bit more you tell me it's the letter opener from your desk. The one with the wooden handle that I always seem to play with when I visit you. I can feel you tracing lines all over my body with it, dragging it for awhile then picking it up and starting over someplace else.