My husband was talking to our son in the living room giving him some instructions for the afternoon. I wasn't paying much attention at the time. I probably should have been.
I had written a note earlier. I was going to give it to him later but figured now was just as good a time. It wasn't a long one -- just a reminder about how much I loved him. We had an argument a few days earlier and I needed to let him know he was still on my mind. As I stepped into the back bedroom to deliver it he met me at the doorway. He opened it casually and smiled as he read it. His only remark was, "How convenient".
He led me into the bedroom where I saw the massage table set up. I giggled a bit which is something I always do when I am nervous. He had it placed inside the squat rack that had been...converted. I already knew what was coming. We were a couple of weeks into our second attempt at a BDSM relationship. Normally, this sort of thing was reserved for the evenings after our boy went to sleep but he surprised me today. He pulled me around to the end nearest the wall facing the rest of the room. Wrist restraints were laid about halfway up the table. He pushed me face down onto the table and secured the velcro so my arms were straight out in front of me but tied to either side so that they could not touch each other. Then he secured ankle wraps at the table's legs. Next he pulled down my pajama bottoms which I hadn't taken off yet. My giggling had stopped and heavy breathing started.
He stood at the front of the table and told me to try to escape. He has always liked to see me "struggling" when restrained. The cuffs were tight but they were velcro. I couldn't twist my way out so I started scraping the end against the edge of the table. Very slowly the velcro started to tear itself back. At first it was just a corner but I slowly pulled it back. After a minute or so I was making progress. He decided to help a bit so I wouldn't tear up the pleather of the new table. Instantly I twisted back and grabbed toward the other wrist. I was almost out. But he stopped me. Laughing a bit, he knew he shouldn't have helped me at all. He was back on top of me. This time wrapping the wrist a bit tighter. He wasn't going to let me out again.
I closed my eyes when I saw him going into the cabinet. That is where he kept all of the bondage gear. Paddles, whips, cuffs, straps, and gags. I knew it was going to be a ballgag. He had taken to using those more the last few weeks. I told him I hated them because it made me drool. He told me he liked to use them BECAUSE it made me drool. He secured it a little tighter than I like. I tried to make a little sound but he walked away to sit down at the desk. Porn. I knew it.
He opened up a folder with a few different videos listed. He called them off and asked me to choose. He knew it would make me uncomfortable and embarrassed. I don't really like to watch porn. I mean sometimes I do,but this time he chose: "MILFs with big tits", "Brunette in bondage", "MILF compilation", "Blonde girl with ballgag '' and a few others. Clearly he was going for a theme here. He asked me to choose again. I grunted my answer but with the gag it sounded ridiculous. He laughed and asked again. I blurted out "MILF Compilation" a few more times until he clicked it. My god he was going to make this even weirder than it needed to be.
He approached me from the rear and rubbed some coconut oil on my pussy. It was already getting wet but he wanted to make sure I was ready for him. I heard his pants unbutton and slide down to the floor and anticipated his cock. He was slow and deliberate as he entered. I groaned slightly through the gag which was starting to pool saliva up and ooze out of my mouth. He started to narrate the video as the couple on the video began the formulaic performance. The usual oral sex from him on her then her on him followed up with a few positions that showed the camera everything. He was still pumping me but something was wrong. After thirty or fourty thrusts he would stop for a break.
Another movie and another formulaic performance with another big breasted MILF. But this time he added some detail ensuring that I was watching how the girls in the movie cleaned their partner's up every time he climaxed and my husband made sure I took notice that she swallowed every drop.
More repetitions and more short breaks. Normally he keeps going without any stops. It was clear that the table height was set incorrectly and he was having to do sets of squats to fuck me from behind. He began to sweat by the third set of couples we watched.
Periodically when we have sex he re-applies lubricant but today he just kept reaching out to the front of my gag or the puddle of spit that had accumulated on the table below my face and rub it on his cock. It was disgusting -- but kinda hot.
By the time the fifth couple had finished their session, it seemed that my husband's legs had tired. He untied my hands and feet and finally took the ballgag out of my mouth. Suddenly, he pushed me to my knees and put his dick into my mouth. I was just happy to be off the table and into a new position with that damn gag out. I guess it was almost a minute into the blowjob before he grabbed me by the back of my head and said, "Eyes". I instantly knew I failed to maintain eye contact as he thrust into my mouth further than I was comfortable. For the past couple of weeks I had almost daily oral training for this dominant/submissive thing we had going on and those commands were clearly laid out. My eyes met his and I continued to suck him off. It wasn't more than five minutes before he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on the bed.
I wasn't sure which direction he wanted me to go so I began to get onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I love getting fucked from behind. He quietly said, "Legs up" which I knew immediately meant it was going to be missionary style. I lay on my back and he pulled me toward the edge of the bed and folded my legs up toward my head. He stroked his cock a few times as he looked at me. He entered a bit more forcefully this time which told me he was getting more excited. I failed to count the strokes or the minutes that he fucked me. It wasn't more than ten minutes as he alternated pushing me over to one side or the other with a leg still in the air. I loved it. Normally he makes me talk dirty but we were strangely quiet -- probably because of the boy still in the other room playing on the computer.
He pulled his cock out and lay beside me across the bed almost spooning. I wanted more and begged him to fuck me again as we lay there kissing. I entered me for a few dozen more thrusts. We lay spooning with my left leg in the air. I continued to beg but he replied sternly, "No". He wanted to save some for this evening. I knew that was the end but I still eeked out a few more timid requests between the darts of his tongue in my mouth. I shut up instantly when his whole hand cupped my pussy. He pressed hard over and I tried to squeeze my leg down tighter. This went on for a few more minutes but I knew I was not getting anything else this afternoon. He wasn't going to let me cum no matter how much I begged.
We lay there a few more minutes until he told me to wear a dress or skirt without panties the rest of the day. We finally got up to check on the boy.
It was just before dinner when he approached me again. This time I was at the sink. He pressed his hips into my buttocks hard and forced me into the counter. One hand went over my shoulder and under my V-neck shirt and the other hand reached under the skirt to start exploring. He began kissing my shoulder and neck. But it was the breathing, the heavy breathing, that made me push back against him. He didn't have a strong erection so I knew he was just teasing me. With one hand up my skirt he let go of my breasts with the other to pull my ponytail forward and expose the back of my neck further. He kissed and groped me for at least five minutes while whispering what he was going to do to me tonight.
By this time I had ascertained he planned on adjusting the height of the massage table and laying me on my back with my legs pulled backwards and tied to the pillars of the squat rack. I expected to get fucked pretty hard from this position but he was silent on anything else he had planned.
