Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 66

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Leif knew he was so damn lucky! He looked down at the bag full of toys, all of them just designed to whip his curious, adorable, nymphomaniac wife into an orgasmic frenzy of pleasure and lust. And he'd be the recipient of the joys of her creative sexual imagination. Kinkiest little lover he'd ever had, and he was so lucky she was his wife! He could already hear her cute moans, giggles, and wails. He could already envision her in the cute kitten panties, getting them messy with juices, and he could already imagine how sexy it would be to pleasure her pussy and her ass with all her new goodies! But, the look that was in her eyes, when she described the way she loved his cock, such a clear juxtaposition of the emotional into the sexual, looking at him like he was a damn hero, the delight that was on her features when she discovered the kit that would let her make a mold of his cock, and he felt incredibly loving towards her.

They were in this store right now, not just because she was a little freak, but because sex was love to Lynne. They were one and the same and would not be separated. And they were pure and beautiful! She didn't even want to play with a cock that looked real that wasn't his own. She'd wanted the purple dildo, which, although realistic in length and girth didn't look like a real penis, and it had a cute element to it, it looked like a toy designed for sex pleasure, but not like the organ of a man. She was faithful in her heart, even with the toy cocks. She didn't have to be. They were just toys. But how excited she got when she saw the kit that would let her make a life like mold of his penis and one that vibrated told him that Lynne didn't dislike the idea of sex toys that were realistic. She disliked the idea of any sex toy that looked real, which was not his cock. If they could make a realistic mold of his cock, veins and all, she'd indulge in that.

Her warm faithfulness to him even in play astonished him and solidified his love for her deeper. That was a boundary that he was not imposing. He didn't mind if she enjoyed a realistic looking toy cock. The idea of it was sexy to him. But even more sexy was her faithfulness, and her desire for him to play with her with "his", real looking toy cock! Most women would not want to play with the toy looking cocks, they'd rather the real looking ones and they would not at all be concerned about whether the cock resembled their man or not, or even if it made him feel inadequate due to exaggerated proportions that no man could match! Lynne was the best of both beautiful worlds. Not only was she freakier than any woman he'd ever met, but her heart was pure. It didn't seem that this could be possible.

All he knew as that he loved her, and he grabbed her by her elbow gently, close to the dusky flesh he loved so much, rubbing it adoringly and guiding her into the other aisle. He thought he was a loon that even the sex toy shopping made him love the little creature more.

"Somewhere along the lines, and I know you are part creole, you have worked a root on me, and you have gotten under my skin in the most delightful way. I breathe you in, drink you in, and even that is not enough for me Lynne. I crave you, and the feelings you give me, not just the sex ones, but the ones in my mind and heart, and am still astonished that it isn't possible to separate that raunchy pleasure you make me feel from this doting joy in my heart. You are a sweetheart. You're just sweet," he grunted burying his nose in the crown of her hair and getting that deep, toasted almond's smell from the curling iron, and her hair products deep in his lungs.

"You're sweet too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I've been working roots on your heart since we met," said Lynne playfully grinning at him.

He got that husky, adoring chuckle that he couldn't help, and pinched her sweet chin dimple.

"I can tell that you've been working roots on me, you've gotten into my soul so deep. You're doing a great job kitten," he said with a playful chuckle, pinching her juicy ass.

"Baby look! A paddle! Oh god, I want it,' whimpered Lynne.

She picked it up, and she squirmed with desire. He literally saw her shimmy her little waist. Cute little thing enjoyed spankings that much.

"Now who's gonna be paddling who with this shit huh?" said Leif playfully taking it out of her hands.

It was adorable. It was purple, and had a leopard print design. There were cute little fake leather fringes near the handle. Across the paddle, were the letters-

Babygirl

Lynne looked and traced the letters-

"Whoever made this, they get it. There must be a lot of women like me, huh," said Lynne.

He was glad that she was able to find reassurance that her kinks and desires were normal, and even though she was a sweet little sexual freak, wanting to be his babygirl didn't make her a freak of nature in any other way! There were tons of women who enjoyed being doted on, and spoiled, disciplined, and loved on by their significant others. There were entire lifestyles devoted to this phenomenon, and later, when she got even more comfortable, he'd be willing to explore more in that realm with her.

"No Lynne, there is no other woman like you. You are the most special thing in this whole world to me, darling. If you want me to spank you when you've misbehaved babygirl, put it in the bag. Sometimes my hand is not enough. Sometimes you do need to be taught a bigger lesson, and then we'll have a paddle for that. Only when you've been a very naughty wife," murmured Leif kissing her forehead sweetly.

Lynne looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her hand was trembling when she put it bag. He knew why. Acceptance. He'd been reassuring her the past few days that she could be his babygirl sometimes, but she'd felt ashamed that she was a little bit kinky, and she was glad to feel that she was accepted as she was. And he saw her earlier shower play with him and the stream of water in his anus in a whole different light. Lynne had sensed that having his anus tickled was pleasurable for him, and she hadn't wanted him to feel shame surrounding it, even though it was a little bit kinky. Acceptance. Acceptance for him as well. She'd wanted them to start accepting and exploring their deep seated sexual desires and kinks as a deeper exploration of their love.

He couldn't be luckier, to have a woman where he could feel like that. Explore like that, and have it be welcomed. Most people were married their whole lives and couldn't share the way he could already share with this lovely women he hadn't even been married to for a week.

"Oh god, I'll never behave now!" whimpered Lynne.

She looked at the paddle in the bag, and picked it up again, squirming. Clearly the strongest reaction he'd seen her have to any toy in this store so far was the paddle. Her reaction was even stronger than the reaction to the toy cock, and it moved him so much. This was why he was here, to find out Lynne's most private desires so he could give his wife the sensual and emotional ecstasy that she deserved!

"Damn, I don't know what I just got myself into, I'm going to have a bad, sassy little brat for a bride now, because you are so naughty and enjoy a warm bottom. Maybe I'll change it around in our house so that I spank you for your good behavior, that's the positive reinforcement I like," said Leif playfully.

He placed a huge swat on her ass with their new paddle right over her juicy, heart shaped ass through faux leather dress.

Lynne chuckled.

"Ouch damn it! We can't play with the merchandise before we leave the store...there's a sign somewhere that says that,' said Lynne playfully massaging her juicy butt where he'd spanked her.

Leif wanted to paddle her more with the purple paddle then follow it up by licking her juicy ass, right over her crack through the leather dress. He bet she'd yip and moan and he loved the noises she made!

Beside the paddle there were a pairs of handcuffs. They'd already caught Lynne's eyes.

"Damn, these look fun to me too darlin', I might like to have a turn being restrained," said Leif.

There were all types of handcuffs, some pink and fuzzy and some that looked more like police handcuffs.

Leif' thought she'd pick the pink fuzzy ones but she surprised him by picking silver, metal ones that looked like police handcuffs.

"I like these. They look more realistic. Oh god, Imagine you could handcuff me while you gave me a spanking if I resisted. Or...even when we play with the other toys," murmured Lynne her eyes growing glassy with pleasure.

It was a beautiful thing to see his young wife so turned on, and actually feel comfortable confiding her deepest, freakiest desires in her man. He'd bet handcuffs and paddles were featured in her fantasies for a very, very long time given her strong reaction to these toys, but she never would have dared broached it, were they not exploring in this store. This was exactly why he took her in this store, her every freaky lust indulged.

"Maybe we should get a pair for your ankles too, in that case. If you like being restrained, you might like giving over control of your legs too in time, " said Leif grabbing a fuzzy pair that he thought would be more comfortable around her ankles.

"Mmm, being restrained sounds yummy baby! I could really be like a toy for you. Your little human sex toy. Nothing I could do to resist my big, powerful husband. Nothing I'd want to do to resist you. I'd give myself to you willingly, tied up like a little toy doll for you to use, and what's beautiful is that I trust you like that and would want to give myself to you like that for you to enjoy because I trust you," said Lynne.

"No, you wouldn't be able to resist me, but you wouldn't wanna, I'd make your pussy cream so good you'd be screaming for me. You'd enjoy being under my erotic control. Hell Lynney you already do. And just like now I won't hurt you, only pleasure you and fill you with the sweetest joy, so I'm glad you know that sweetness," said Leif.

"So fucking beautiful. I remember being scared to kiss you and now I'm so strung out on you boy that I am dreaming about you tying me up and using me like your little toy for pleasure. Just remember as you are using me to keep making me call you husband, and sir, and remind me I'm in the trouble I'm in because I'm a naughty wife," panted Lynne and she swallowed.

"That's the language to use? The triggers that turn you on? I'll gladly use just the words that turn you on sweet, You might also like Baby girl, and naughty little wifey huh? And whatever other words my sweet wifey likes. You teach me what you like honey and I'll always provide it, and never deny you," murmured Leif huskily in her ear

"Mmm...I think I'm ready for purchase! Time to go back to the beach house!" quipped Lynne with an adorable high pitched squeak.

"Not so fast, there is a little bit more to see, then we can spend all day getting hot, sweaty, and playing with your most favorite toys," said Leif playfully.

They last few aisles of the store had various bondage restraints and other S&M styled items. While the toys on the other side of the aisle had been cute, various paddles and whips, they were toys for freaky lovers, but not for serious bondage play. Although Leif told her that he was open to any new freaky toy that she wanted to try, part of him was praying that she didn't want to try some of these more hard-core items.

He wondered if he'd be able to talk her out of them without restraining part of her sexuality. Knowing how much his baby had been hurt emotionally, spiritually, even somewhat physically, as he was sure by now that her parents had hit her sometimes, made him hesitant to inflict real pain on her, even if pain brought his Lynne sexual pleasure.

Spanking her for her pleasure was one thing, it was another thing to leave welts with a braided whip on her flesh! He felt himself getting a little nauseated. He never wanted to cause his baby any kind of pain or leave a mark on her perfect butterscotch flesh. Lynne's eyes were fixated on something. Like he had when Lynne wanted to get a matching tattoo like the one he'd gotten on his ass, he tried to focus on how to talk Lynne out of some of these hard-core toys, while making it seem as though it was her idea.

He knew she had a mind of her own, and he had no right to try to control her sensuality or sexuality, but his sweet little wife had just gotten liberated from a horrible tumultuous upbringing and he wanted her to get comfortable in her new, safe loving environment with him before playing with these type of hard core bondage toys. After all, the woman had just told him last night that she hadn't been allowed to have a night-light! Two days ago he'd learned that punishments included losing stuffed toys that she'd cuddle with. He just couldn't inflict true physical punishment on her until he was sure that a love of s&m was not because his darling wife had some type of psychological issues she needed to work through with his love and care, and perhaps some real therapy!

If she still wanted to use these true pain inducing sex toys after she'd had a little therapy, then they could discuss it. He'd have to get a stronger stomach though. Right now, he felt like he could vomit a little in his mouth seeing some of the whips with little metal pieces looking like they were designed to rip out a chunk of flesh. His sweet baby, he would not degrade her this way, even if she wanted it!

His eyes filled with tears and for a brief second, he felt himself looking at a vulnerable, little girl version of his wife, the woman he'd vowed to protect, and he said, with a hoarse, husky timber-

"Now I don't mind spanking you a little bit with a toy paddle, but I won't whip you with those flogs baby, I just can't! You've been tormented by everyone around you, and I need to make sure that you are would want to be flogged out of a place of desire, not a place of wanting to punish yourself with pain because that was all you knew in the past. And after you've worked through that issue in therapy, I have to work past doing anything to hurt your perfect skin and precious body, because it was something that brought you true pleasure. I don't like it Lynne! I didn't want to say no to you at all today with anything you wanted in here, but I won't whip you with a real whip right now darlin'," he said, and he stroked her chin dimple and kissed her forehead.

His beautiful blue eyes were filled with water, that threatened to fall!

And Lynne looked at him, puzzled.

"Well, that's great, because I don't want you whipping me either. Now, if that's your type of shit, that's fine, but like you, I can't stomach whipping you with something that would open your flesh, so it's not my type of shit either. I was looking at that! Not those damn whips. Too hard core for me! But, Damn it Leif, those look yummy," murmured Lynne pointing at something else.

Right beside the whips, harnesses, and collars, Leif saw what intrigued his wife. Several different models of sex swings. So that was what was in the S&M section that got her curiosity all stoked. Leif had never really paid attention to the S&M sections of any adult websites. He always thought it was a little too much for him, and not the type of kink that he desired. But, now that he saw the sex swings, and the way they could contort her tantalizing little body into every conceivable position, his mouth watered. He'd changed his mind. No wonder she was fascinated.

Above the sex swings, there were diagrams showing how couples used it to suspend the female partner weightlessly for pleasure. Leif couldn't help grunting huskily with pleasure. Sweet, adorable freak! She wanted to be posed in positions for their pleasure and twisted around in the swing like a real life Barbie Doll, for their mutual enjoyment.

"You could have me in any position that you'd enjoy then, Leify. And look baby, I'd be weightless. We could explore so much! You could enjoy my pussy in ways you've never dreamed. I could make your cock feel so good, and there is not a part of me that I would not expose for you to enjoy in the swing, husband," she panted in his ear.

Imagine that, she was looking at the swing, and anticipating the joy that they would share. But her first words were about him having her in any position that he wanted. Lynne did not speak anything about her pleasure at all. She wanted to give of herself for his pleasure. He felt endlessly lucky, to have a woman who cared do much about his physical needs! But he wouldn't leave her out of the joy. A swing like that could be used to give a beautiful woman like his Lynne hours of pleasure. When his hands, fingers and tongue couldn't keep up with the demand anymore, he could keep swinging her in the swing and pleasuring her with the toys!

"Aren't you sweet to want to share with me like that darlin'? But, if I had you dangling around in a swing like that, my thoughts would be on how I could pose you, and swing your body around so you could have the most pleasure. I always put you first, as my lady. And, when I put you first, it makes my pleasure so much better, darlin'," said Leif.

"You do focus so much on me, and I'm grateful for that, but it gets me off so good imagining you having me in ways, and enjoying me in ways that you've never enjoyed another woman before. I feel like I'm all yours when I can give myself to you and be just what you want," whimpered Lynne.

"You are just what I want. And you're what I want, by just being you baby. Nothing else extra special you have to do. Just be my little Lynney, my funny, adorable, smartass, my sexy, curious little freak! Just be you, and that's all I need. Different than you ever knew before. And don't you forget it either...no matter where you are, or what you are doing, that you are my special wife, and special girl, just by being you, by being my sweetness," murmured Leif lovingly, stroking her chin dimple.

Lynne glowed. She looked at him, and she beamed. She threw her arms around his neck enthusiastically and pulled his lips towards hers in a kiss that nearly clobbered him!

"Being sweet to me, like that, and telling me I am just what you need, when I never had that before, only makes me want to be more freaky and nasty with you," panted Lynne huskily.

It was beautiful to Leif, because it was coming from a place of love. And seeing the clear difference about how Lynne felt about the toy paddle versus the true whips underscored to Leif that his baby was still firmly acting from a place of desire. She had not been so broken by her horrible upbringing that degradation gave her pleasure. The fact that she wanted to share herself with him in every conceivable way because of the love he made her feel, and wanted playful guidance and love, and even discipline, having that from a place of tenderness and beauty made it even sweeter for him. He felt terribly for doubting her sophistication regarding what she needed sexually. He'd try hard not to make that mistake again!

After having clobbered him, she wiped her mouth adorably with the palm of her hand and went bounding towards the sex swings.

There were several models of the sex swings side by side. One was designed to be wedged in a doorframe. There were erotic nude sketches showcasing the various positions that were possible with that specific type of swing.

"Well I like it because my legs would be far apart and you could just take me, but I want to be able to lay on my stomach while you give it to me from behind, and spank me while you swing me. That swing will only let me open my legs to you. Pretty wide though. Maybe wider than I can do it in the bed! But still not enough. I told you I want to be your little sex toy," murmured Lynne.

Leif couldn't help groaning softly under his breath, and his cock pointed painfully into the crotch of his denim shorts.