How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124
Chapter 1 - Today.
When my husband ties me up he always makes certain that I am available to him
and his big fat prick. After all, that's his main intention. He says that
bondage is foreplay, and unless he can fuck me, his time is wasted. Notice, I
say his time, not my time. My time is unimportant to him, but his time is
valuable. So when he ties me up, he makes sure that he doesn't have to untie me
to fuck me. The fact that I can be tied up for hours before he gets around to
fucking me is OK, just so that I know that I will get fucked eventually, after
he has had the enjoyment of tormenting me in the many fiendish ways he has, then
making me come many times for his entertainment. Only then will he fuck me.
During this time of torment, I may be given the privilege of sucking him to
orgasm, but I know that I'll not get untied until he's fucked me, either in my
arse or cunt, or both and sometimes, not even then. Until he decides to release
me, I know I'll have to endure the bite of the ropes, the discomfort of being
tied in all manner of different positions, the agony of muscles tightening
because they have been held in positions of strain, pulled against their normal
positions; the penetration of my body by vibrators, dildos and his rock hard
prick; the partial suffocation of being gagged; all this and more is my lot as
my husband's bondage and sex slave.
Maybe if I give you a for instance, you'll perhaps be able to understand a
little of what I mean.
Today is Friday, the start of the weekend. As always, he has plans for me. All
day I had been anticipating his demands on my body. I had been slick and wet all
day in anticipation. That's how he gets me. Before I had been allowed to dress
he had placed me in a rope "cunt cradle". All day at work I had endured the rope
dividing my cunt. Lucky for me he had allowed me to wear pants under the rope,
so my cunt wasn't rubbed raw, but its presence had kept me aware of my sexual
submission to him. It had rubbed against my clit as I had walked about the
office, as I had sat on my typist chair, as I had risen from it to do other
things, as I had sat typing, as I had stood or sat talking to my friends in the
office. Every moment of the day, I was aware of its presence, tormenting me,
arousing me, controlling my very being. I had only been able to nibble at my
lunch because I was so aware of its hidden presence. No one else knew of its
presence but me. (At least I hoped that was the situation.) I had worn a loose
skirt so as not to advertise its presence. Because of its presence, my bladder
had become full by the end of the day, adding to my torment. (I had been ordered
not to remove it until I returned home.) On the journey by train to and from
the office, when I had to stand in a packed underground train, its presence kept
me in a dream of lustful desire, the swaying of the train adding to my
sensations. When I eventually got home, it was a great relief to be able to rush
to the toilet, remove my skirt, then the ropes and relieve my swollen bladder.
As soon as my husband arrived home he ordered me strip naked and fold my arms
behind my back. He took a double stranded rope, tied each wrist to its apposing
elbow, and wrapped several strands around my forearms to meld them together.
From there he ran several loops around my waist, pulling each loop tight so that
the depression of my waist was delineated. He then ran the same rope up to my
upper arms where he ran a couple of loops to pull my arms back, to push my chest
forward. He anchored these by throwing a couple of loops over my shoulders, and
under my armpits. This has the added effect of pulling my upper arms into my
body, adding additional strain to the other pulling of my upper arms towards
each other. He then threw a hitch between these loops to tighten the pull and
bring these loops together neatly. From this hitch he ran a loop around my
upper torso above my breasts and around my back, then two more below my breasts.
He then looped a hitch between my breasts around the two sets causing the chest
loops to curve over the base of my breasts. Two more hitches pulled the two
loops together at my arms pits, completing the breast tie. Now I appeared to
have a figure eight tie around the base of my breasts, causing them to balloon
slightly from their bases. None of this was particularly uncomfortable, I have
had to endure this basic breast tie under normal street clothes whilst doing
normal housewifely things like shopping or going to the bank, even when visiting
friends! I can, and have, endured this kind of simple tie for hours, but I knew
that this was only the start.
Now came the first of the torments. He took a long piece of parcel string,
anchored it to the central hitch between my breasts. Taking a firm hold on the
flesh of my left breast he tightly looped the string around the base of my
breast, forcing my breast into a tight, hard mass of sensation. After each
second loop, he wove the string into the rope binder to ensure no slippage.
(How he thought it could slip, buried deep into the base of my breast the way it
was, God only knows.) However, my husband always makes sure that nothing will
slip out of position. He says there's nothing more ugly than a tie that's out
of place or loose. When he was satisfied with my left breast he did the same to
the right. Now looking down my torso I could see these round, hard, smooth,
balloons which were my lovely breasts, sticking our from my chest. I know from
experience that they will soon start to darken as the blood circulation is
slowed. I also know that the slightest tap on them will feel like a laser of
fire. Should he decide to clamp my nipples, I know that I will be in agony.
But that only excites him and makes his prick even harder for longer.
Now I know that the next thing he's going to get out of his box is a gag of some
kind. Sometimes he'll use my panties, after rubbing them into my cunt to juice
them up. Sometimes it's a ball gag, a bit gag, or a ring gag. Today he had a
different torment in mind. He told me to stick out my tongue. I should tell you
here that a few months ago he had my tongue pierced. Today I was wearing a ring
through this piercing, at his earlier instruction. He had picked up a piece of
very fine plastic coated wire, which he fed through the ring, tying it off so
that he had two lengths of wire roughly equal. He took my left nipple into his
mouth and sucked hard on it. This was pleasurable for me, but also slightly
painful due to the tightness of the skin around about it due to the breast tie.
However, I could still feel the effect of this nipple sucking down between my
legs, where I was beginning to juice up. Having erected my nipple he pulled on
the left piece of wire until my tongue was fully out and my head pulled forward
so that my chin rested on my chest, and tied the end of the wire around my
nipple to hold me in that position. He then did the same with my right nipple.
I was now very effectively gagged. (Try talking with your tongue pulled fully
out of your mouth! You can't! Believe me.) After a while, this becomes quite
painful. The tongue muscles are not designed for the tongue to remain extended
for a lengthy period of time. This position also meant that for the duration of
my bondage I was going to be staring down the length of my torso, unable to turn
my head either left or right, without pulling at my nipples and tongue.
I felt his hand smoothing my hair into a ponytail. I knew what that meant. He
was going to pull my head back against the strain on my tongue by tying my
pigtail into the arm binding. I was right. Now my head would be totally
immobile, straining in two different directions until he decided to release one
or the other of the apposing ties. These are his favourite forms of torture.
Double strain on a part of my body increases the effectiveness of each of his
diabolical ties. Right now, I was already enduring torment from the strains on
my head, tongue, nipples and breasts. And there was still more to come!
He led me over to the bondage bench he had made, where he laid me down on my
back. This, of course, meant that I was now lying with my body weight on my
arms! This was itself bad enough, but now came the truly fiendish part for
tonight. He pushed my left leg up against my body so that my ankle was over my
head and fastened my ankle wide to the anchoring point on the top corner of the
bench. He did the same with the other ankle. This lifted my bottom up of the
bench, thrusting my cunt up and exposing my anus to him. The fiendish part was
that he then took a loop around my left knee, pulled my knee inwards, and
secured it to the breast tie. He did this with my other knee. Again I was
being subjected to apposing forces. My knees were being pulled against my leg
and thigh muscles, which strained to bring my knees in line. This natural pull
put strain on my breasts, pulling them sideways and upwards.
He stood back to enjoy his handy work. I could see the outline of his engorged
prick through his tight leather pants. As usual, it was long and hard. I could
feel my cunt getting wetter in anticipation of receiving his hard length into
me. But that was not to happen just yet.
He walked over to the cabinet and opened the drawer that contained the various
vibrators he liked to use on me, and came back with a butterfly vibrator. He
knelt momentarily before me and placed his mouth on my hooded clit, which he
quickly aroused so that it escaped from the sheath of flesh, which protected it.
Having done so he secured the butterfly vibrator in place and set it going, and
stood back to watch as I became fully aroused.
As my excitement grew, my body tightened in anticipation, putting more and more
strain on the diabolical ropes. Each quiver of my body sent sweet surges of
both pain and heightened pleasure through my body, each feeding on the other.
My moans were stifled due to the extremity of my tongue. I was now dribbling
copiously from my mouth on to my upper chest, unable to swallow or do anything
to stop this obscene action. When I came, my body was swept into an almighty
spasm, which pulled against every one of his fiendishly clever ties. I thought
my tongue would come right out of my mouth, or that my nipples would be pulled
off. My breasts were stretched painfully as my legs tried to straighten. All
this, instead of detracting from my pleasure, actually increased it. This was
something I was continually amazed at. How can pain increase pleasure? I don't
know, but for me, it does, providing the circumstances are correct. My husband
and master knows how to coordinate these two extremes in me. I consider myself
to be the luckiest woman alive.
When I relaxed from my climax, he did not allow me to rest. He fetched a
vibrating dildo from his cupboard, which he pushed into my cunt. The butterfly
vibrator had a strap that ran from its base, through my legs, and up to the
waist strap. This helped to hold the butterfly in place on my clit, where it
continued to do its fiendish work, even after my first climax had subsided. He
now slipped this strap over the base of the vibrating dildo, to hold it in
place.
He again stood back to watch me, as I was again aroused to the point of
excruciating climax. By now, part of me wanted him to stop because of the pain
I was inflicting upon myself because of the convulsions that came as a natural
course from my increased arousal. The main part of my mind, though, only
desired for this exquisite torment to continue unabated, to satisfy my
increasing lustful desires. Of course, I really had no say in the matter, nor
would I have had, even if I weren't so effectively gagged. My husband, may
master, decided how, when and if I was to receive pleasure or pain, or both.
I dissolved back into my world where the whole centre of my being was my sex and
the reaction of my body to these wonderful stimuli. The tortuous binding of my
body, the discomfort, the strain and the aching muscles, were a sideshow
successfully designed to increase my pleasure, but for the moment was not the
prime centre of my universe. My sexual arousal, the unforgiving lust of my
sexual nature, this was the centre of my universe. Again I came with the power
of a force 10 gale, my body tightening against all those fiendish ties, forcing
my already fierce climax to even greater heights.
He now completed his plan by taking a second vibrating dildo, which he greased
well before pushing it deep into my arse. He again secured it in place with the
butterfly strap. After this final penetration of my body he left me to enjoy,
or endure, the pleasure/pain he had devised for me, whilst the bastard went down
to the kitchen to enjoy the meal I had earlier prepared for him. I knew he would
be watching me on the closed circuit, colour television whilst he ate his meal.
I also knew that every part of my torment was being recorded on video for his
files. Often, when he leaves me in simple bondage whilst he goes about his
business over the weekend, I will have to watch as these videotapes play out for
me. Showing me, often in very intimate detail, a previous session and how I
have responded so very forcefully to his diabolical tortures. I am forced to
watch myself as I writhe in exquisite pleasure against the ropes that bind me.
This time, I was left in this carefully calculated situation for close on an
hour, by which time I was exhausted from the many divinely calculated orgasms, I
ached in every fibre of my being and I longed for release, but I had to wait
whilst he removed my dildos and slammed his prick first deep into my cunt and
then into my arse. He came violently deep in my anal cavity. He came quickly
because of the stimulation of watching me in all my naked, bound glory, getting
my rocks off at his instigation. When he had released his pent up load into my
arse, he stuffed an anal plug in, to retain his fluids within my body, to
evidence his victory over me. Then he removed the ropes from me, one at a time,
until I was completely free. I was then ordered to dress suitably to go to the
club.
Copyright Master2124, Scotland UK.
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