The silly old laptop was radiating extreme heat onto my lap and into my whole body, as I was browsing through the videos, clicking on anything that even remotely resembled the topic I was researching. I started to realise, there wasn’t much online about the actual practicalities of tying yourself up to your marital bed to surprise your husband, to surprise and tempt him into a little bit of kink.

After almost twenty years of marriage, and the recent anxieties surrounding this pandemic, the spark just wasn’t there anymore. We were never into anything too spicy for a start but always enjoyed a bit of outdoor adventure, a bit of role-play and lots of sex. Well, more than the once a month we have now anyway.

The realization that we have to do something about it was a gradual process. It all started when we were watching a movie a few weeks ago with one of those scenes, where the couple sweeps everything off the kitchen table or counter to have wild passionate sex on it. “I always wanted to try that,” I said, turning to Drew. A childish giggle was my attempt to mask my embarrassment over dreaming about something like that.

“Would you not cry over your spilled coffee and favourite mug and moan about having to clean up the mess?” he laughed at my suggestion. But a few days later, I came home from work after a late meeting, and I noticed that the kitchen table had all plastic plates, cutlery and a cheap old vase on it, one I’d never seen before. It even had a bunch of flowers in it. First I thought he prepared some sort of special dinner for me. Was I in for a surprise when all that setting went flying across the room.

I’m of a petite size but was still very impressed that he could lift me up and throw me over the dinner table with such a force as he did. Maybe we weren’t as wild as the couple in that movie but we’ve discovered that the height of the table was just perfect for a special kind of deep penetration, massaging me in places I’ve never experienced before.

Then about a week ago, I felt very frisky when we were driving on an empty country road and I gave him a blow job, which he reciprocated with going down on me as soon as we were home and gave me an orgasm. That still makes my toes curl up when I think about it.

It seemed we started something amazing here. And it was my turn to figure out the next step. An obvious choice was to add some sort of sex toy, maybe. My friends always talk about their rabbit vibrators, singing high praises about them. I often feel a bit prudish and behind time for not owning any kinky toy at all. I mustered all my courage and brazenly stepped foot in a sex store for the very first time in my life. And it wasn’t even half as intimidating as I expected.

It was a discreet little shop just off the high street. The windows had sexy underwear sets on display and a few of some of the less intimidating vibrators, all boxed. The inside of the store consisted of many smaller rooms to be able to browse in relative privacy. The store person was a young girl, maybe around twenty-five, with dark bubble gum pink hair and a cute nose piercing.

“Let me know if I can help with anything,” she said with a smile.

I was about to turn away to leave me to browse in peace, when gathering the little confidence I had I called after her, “I’m looking for a ‘rabbit’ actually.”

She led me to a shelf and did a sweeping motion in front of the rows and rows of silicone toys. “Any color or size you want.” Then she added on a friendly, somewhat secretive tone, “In my experience you don’t need one with too many settings, these are all wickedly powerful.”

I picked up a pink one. It felt soft and a bit squidgy in my hand and I finally realized why are they called the ‘rabbit’. I playfully flicked the ‘ears’, toying it. The girl made a deep grunting kind of sound then said, “God, they are so intense. I find the best way to use them is if someone ties you down and goes very slow with it.”

I really appreciated the expert advice. I also had an inkling feeling that she wouldn’t mind showing me what she meant exactly. But she kept me at ease with a friendly smile, not to make it too obvious.

“Yes, I’ll take one of these... Maybe in all of the colors,” I joked. She seemed amused and her smile was cute, oh so cute. I’ve never ever looked at a girl in that way. “No, just the pink one.” I grinned at the double meaning referring to her pink hair.

“Anything else at all?” she enquired, strolling back to the front towards the cash register.

“Maybe next time.” I gave her a soft smile while searching my bag for my purse.

Once at home, I started to research the whole tying-down scenario online. She'd planted a seed of possibilities and curiosity into my mind. A whole new world just opened up to me with that search, where suddenly the main question was whether someone was dominant or submissive. I figured, if I – theoretically – will be the one being tied up and having things done to, that would make me the submissive. All of that sounded really lush.

Now, I just had to figure out how to go about serving this newly purchased fantasy to my darling husband. One cannot just spill out to her other half over dinner, “Honey, I want you to be more dominant with me. I want you to tie me up to the bed and make me come with this new rabbit vibrator, ‘till my world shatters into tiny rainbow shards.’” I didn’t see myself doing that, even if I had made oysters for dinner that particular day.

That night when Drew stayed up to finish some work at the computer, I couldn’t resist and brought my new pink friend to bed. All the images, I’ve seen online came back, as I imagined that little cutie from the sex store squirming under tight restraints, in thrones of orgasms - possibly even while being gagged, her nipples played with roughly. As the rabbit’s ears buzzed gently on my clit, the dildo was making me feel fuller than I’d ever been before. I also imagined Drew holding it inside, watching me, moving it in and out.

I was contemplating walking out to the living room and just brazenly showing him my new purchase, maybe even while it was still slick with my juices. Then I stopped myself, I had to plan this wisely. This had the possibility to steer us into a whole new exciting direction, so I mustn’t rush things, I thought.

The next few days, I spent on internet search engines trying to figure out ‘how to make your husband more dominant.’ I actually used that very question in the search bar. But all the advise seemed to say ‘talk to him.’ I still didn’t see myself doing that and I wished I had half of the confidence and openness of that girl in the store.

Then I stumbled upon an article saying ‘tie yourself up to the bed and surprise him.' That led me straight to a rope bondage channel run by two gay men. They didn’t take themselves too seriously, their videos were informative and entertaining peppered with hilarious puns. The way they handled the ropes twisting it around their wrists, especially the more dominant ‘daddy’, left me staring at the screen agape. I was getting extremely turned on. I imagined those knots pressing against my skin, those restraints holding me down, so helpless and out of control.

I couldn’t wait for Friday evening to turn my fantasies into action. As always, I got home before Drew and it was time to get prepared. Using some old scarfs, I made four loops on the four corners of the bed frame, in a way that I learned online. I had to get the length right too.

I folded up all the bedding and put it away into the closet, leaving only the bottom bedsheet and a single pillow on the bed. I placed my new pink rabbit on the nightstand. I thought about leaving it in the box to be more discreet, but then I decided I didn’t want to risk hubby not spotting it. Besides, I was to be spread-eagled on the bed completely naked—being discreet was out of the window already.

The magnitude of what I was about to do tonight was almost too heavy to carry on my own. I needed to share it with Drew; I had to give him a few hints, so I decided to send him a few titillating text messages. First, I looked up the front of the sex store online on a 3D map, screenshotted it and sent it to him with the caption ‘I’ve been shopping.’ When a few minutes later he asked what I’d bought, I tried to come up with other sexy clues and I looked up the description of the rabbit vibrator I’d bought. As it was called the ‘Frenzy Bunny’ I copied these words from its description ‘Something that is silky smooth and works one into a frenzy.’ Alluring words without revealing much. Perfect.

Of course, he tried to pry more information out of me but I texted him that he has to hurry home to find out. I just hoped he wasn’t going to leave work too early though. That would have possibly ruined my plans and not left enough time for preparation.

I’d planned this experience to be a sensory-deprived silent affair and I wanted to get the message across to him somehow. I’ve printed and cut out two little signs earlier, one for the hallway, one for the bedroom door with a finger pressed to sexy red lips reading the caption “Shhhhh!”

I usually leave my pubic hair quite natural, shaving just the bikini line and trimming the rest a bit, but today I decided to shave everything off leaving just a small patch of short hair on my mons. If he’s going to spend a long time there, I’m sure it’s a more ‘appetizing’ look.

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It’s 7 pm, he should be here any minute. I’m on the bed naked now and everything’s prepared. I hear the front door being slammed, Drew calling out my name. I slip my feet into the lower loops and pull them secure around my ankles. The blindfold is set on my forehead.

With a heavy audible sigh, I put my left wrist through the loop beneath the headboard and pull it taut. Then I block the visual world out by lowering the blindfold – well, an old sleeping mask that has been upgraded to a blindfold - onto my eyes.

The darkness is not what I was expecting at all. First of all, it’s not even black, but different shades of grey, with shadows dancing around like deep unknown sea creatures swimming around in murky waters. Behind the dark curtain there is a film rolling, but I don’t have time to submerge into that world as I hear my husband’s footsteps getting nearer to the door. I feel around to find the last loop and pull that one secure too.

A sudden panic sets in, what if he thinks I’m not home and leaves to look for me someplace else? I’m going to be trapped in here for hours. I feel my chest rise and fall rapidly.

Then I hear him opening the bedroom door and I relax. Trying to imagine his face when he sees me like this makes me smile to myself. I wonder whether he will go straight for my most sensitive parts or kiss and tease me for quite a while. My nipples harden almost painfully and my legs are trying to pull up involuntarily with that thought. My self-inflicted restraints keep them stretched and open and for the first time the amazing feeling of vulnerability and helplessness takes over.

But then my insecurities flare up again, what if he thinks I’m crazy and won’t be into any of this? What if I’m just embarrassing myself being so wanton and direct? The hot burning feeling of embarrassment spreads from the pit of my stomach to every part of my body. Not seeing his face makes it a hundred times worse.

Whatever his reaction will be, it’s too late to change my mind and chicken out now. I hear nothing for long seconds, he is probably standing by the bed taking in my nakedness and vulnerability. He must have seen the ‘shhh’ signs as he still hasn’t said a word or made any kind of sound. I want him to touch me so much, not only to satisfy my physical needs but to calm my nerves too.

I finally feel the sinking of the mattress on the left side of the bed. I draw in a very deep breath as if the vacuum I create in the air could draw his hand, his tongue onto my body. Every inch of my body is in high alert as I don’t know where that milestone first touch is going to hit.

Kisses on my tummy, of course, he almost always starts with that. Please hurry and please go lower or higher, I want you! I squirm under the ticklish butterfly strokes of his tongue. I’m so sensitive, I would most certainly wiggle away from him but the restraints keep me there for him to be played with as he pleases. He decides to be a tease and draw this out forever, damn.

A long pause. Okay, okay, I take my greedy unspoken words back just continue, please.

He’s kissing his way up my shoulder and neck. The warmth of his breath strokes my skin like the first sun rays of spring after a long and frosty winter. His lips are making barely audible smacking sounds against my skin. I’m not ticklish anymore. My body moves like the waves of the ocean and he’s the wind controlling their rhythm and strength.

Now I’m glad he’s playing it slow and making me wait. The anticipation highlights all my senses, making me so horny and wet. I want him to see it, to smell it, to let him know what he’s doing to me, how much this is turning me on, how much I want him.

He’s repositioning himself between my legs and he is drawing wet lines with his tongue on my calf then up on my inner thigh. I’m trying to stay silent but when he’s so close... It is almost impossible. The restrained sighs turn into desperately ragged breath. He’s almost there, can almost taste me. I can feel his warm breath but his lips, his tongue remains upsettingly far.

When he moves around the bed again, I scream inside, ‘Nooo!’, which escapes my lips in a form of an anguished whimper. I didn’t expect it to be this difficult to remain silent. He’s kissing my forehead and my cheeks now. If I wasn’t tied up, I’d probably try to punch him at this point. I’m tempted to rebel with words at least and tell him ‘what the hell is he thinking? He needs to go back to my pussy and continue what he started down there.’ I open my mouth to voice my displeasure but at that very second he kisses my lips roughly, muffling me.

Uhmm mmm, I liked that. I liked him silencing me and being so assertive. Or was that unintentional and he had no idea, what I was about to do?

While contemplating those thoughts, I’m drifting into a fantasy world where he is even more rough and holds me down. Drops of moisture run down my labia, cascading down onto the bedsheets. I feel gentle strokes on my thigh again followed by his slow, teasing kisses. I writhe, I grind my hips wishing that those waves would drift him closer to my pussy.

I can’t wait any longer. “Please,” I sigh audibly. He covers my lips with his palm and goes on kissing my arms, from my wrist up to my shoulder, then onto my collarbone.

Suddenly, he replaces his palm with his lips, I part mine giving him compliant access to explore. His tongue goes in for very deep French kisses, then he playfully nibbles on my lips, which are so swollen and sensitive now. I’m sure he can feel and see it too as now he is playing with them, rubbing them with his fingertips. I imagine him playing with my clit in that same fashion, which is just as swollen and attention-seeking as my lips.

He feeds me two of his fingers sliding them over my bottom lip reminding me once again of their puffy sensitive arousal. I suck his digits eagerly grinding my hips against cold empty air. The breeze tickle and entice my moist lower lips. Oh my god, he’s driving me crazy.

Then all of a sudden, he’s gone again. Not only his lips, his fingers but also his radiating body heat and his weight off the bed. Please tell me, he’s undressing and it’s not just another tease.

I curse the blindfold now and the restraints. I need to see him; I need to know what he is doing. This empty dark place is killing me.

The bed squishes down beside me, his legs go on either side, straddling me. ‘Yes!’ I rejoice quietly. He’s kissing my tummy, then going down I feel his ticklish breath on my tuft. I suck a deep breath in anticipation, wishing him to head south. Maybe this time.

Changing direction yet again, kissing my chest... He should count his lucky stars that he’s straddling my thighs and not my knee and that I’m tied up, otherwise I’d let him know that I had enough of this cruel teasing.

He’s kissing my neck, my ears, breathing heavily into them, almost as if he was mocking my own ragged breathing and aroused state. Wet tongue kisses into my ear, temporarily deafening me, highlighting the static hum in my mind.

His lips are on mine, so it’s my chance to show him that I really need that next step. I simply cannot wait any longer. Moving my head forward, I stick my tongue in his mouth then try to bite or scrape his lips with my teeth, but he’s one step ahead and seems to have figured out my plan, he pulls away. I curse the blindfolds, I wish I could see his face... Is he smiling? Is he taking delight in my misery?

Then he’s kissing my lips again. What a roller-coaster. Kisses on his terms, and his terms only, but I cannot say I hate it. Finally, I feel his body on mine – bare skin! I smile into the sloppy kiss he gives me again. We are definitely getting somewhere... just at a snail’s pace.

He’s dry humping my thighs, my tummy, his erection feels amazing against my skin. I kiss him aggressively and wiggle under him trying to steer him onto a direct, faster path to my satisfaction or at least encourage him to step on the accelerator.

He breaks the kiss and sits upright, his straddling thighs moving up. My hips buckle into his trying to draw them in as I moan softly with delight.

Then he gives me even more pleasure, reaching for my breasts, playing with their round bouncy shape, squeezing them together. The soft pads of his palms push them up from the side, thumb and index finger pinch and tweak my hard nipples, gently at first then almost aggressively. I squirm under his touch, but I’m glad I’m not the only one being a bit impatient and rough. Part of me wishes, he’d bite them, but he releases my nipples and lifts his bodyweight off me.

God, not again, don’t leave me here! Then his fingers poke at my tits... Oh, wait that’s not his finger. His hard cock rubs against my nipple. Mmmm, he is so hard and a little moist. I wish I could have a taste! Wasting a raging hard-on not having it inside me is an unforgivable sin. It needs to be corrected, Honey, please.

But of course, he has other ideas, and straddling me again he slides his penis between my tits. Mmm, that is so dirty. We haven’t done that probably since our honeymoon period. He’s pushing my breasts together to envelope his cock. I gyrate my hips to the rhythm of him fucking my tits. Then with an almighty cruel pinch of my nipples, he stops again.

His next maddening move is to climb over my head clumsily and to rub his erection on my arms and on top of my head. He’s playing with my hair, twirling it around his fingers. That feels a bit awkward, having his dick on my face and him playing with my hair, but whatever pleases my newly pervert husband, I smile to myself.

Then not letting my hair go he positions himself in a way that his penis glides over my hand. I grab him roughly and greedily. He had his turn teasing me and pinching my nipples so hard, it’s my turn for a little revenge.

I’m not being gentle at all as I pull and tighten my grip and even claw at his flesh. I pinch his head and try to grab his balls but he manages to break away. Only to come back for more a few seconds later. I’m all too happy to engage in a bit more roughhousing. He lets me grab his tool again and I greedily grip his balls and run my nails against his shaft. I wonder if he’d cum if I just kept on doing this instead of a normal wanking. Mmmm, maybe we just have to try that one day.

Peeling my fingers off himself, he climbs off the bed and leaves me again. I hear and feel nothing for at least a minute, then a soft wet sensation on the insides of my calves, moving north, reaching my pussy briefly, only to quickly move up on my tummy. I try to open my legs to give him an unmistakably sign as clear as a speedway sign, but the restraints remind me of my place.

He showers my inner thighs with his kisses as a reward for my effort and again goes on a journey up north. I can’t believe what a fucking tease he is, avoiding my pussy that’s screaming, crying for attention. I’ve really have had enough of this now, Mr!

He’s kissing my arms, my neck, my face and I’m thrashing under the restraints, moving my head left and right, trying to catch him and bite anywhere I can. Possibly realising what I’m trying to do he goes onto my tits and gives them some much-needed attention. His hand is stroking my inner thigh leading me on again to expect more, only to stop short of delivering it.

I feel his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my areola and my nipples are being pulled roughly. I involuntarily arch my back and sigh for more. He needs to touch me between my legs. Does he not know how wet he’s making me? Does he not want to dip his fingers into that hot spring?

He’s licking my tits, the gentle slippery feeling drives me wild and I feel the cold sensation of a small stream of saliva running down the side. His weight lifts off my legs and his hard-on rub against my still moist tits, then he slides it down my arm, forearm, wrist, just stopping short of reaching my hand, so I can’t grab at him.

He’s brushing my cheek, nose, face with his hard dick. I had no idea how much of a pervert he can be. Soon, the tip is at my mouth, so I take it in and slobber and slurp on it. He grabs my hair and tugs roughly as I bob on his cock.

I decide to bite it gently and hold it between my teeth just to send a message, that I’ve had enough now and I do have a bit of control. He turns sideways, his dick lodged in my cheek. He pinches a nipple and I suck him hard reciprocating the intense sensation. The deeper I swallow him, the harder he pulls on my nipple. Oh, I do love this game!

My clit throbs painfully in a dire state. Is he going to stop? He’s hurting me but hell, I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying being at his mercy. It would be so hot if he came into my mouth, or continued this rough play until I stop him, until I scream out in pain. His cock head is in the back of my throat now, making me gag. So many new, unknown sensations. I don’t want him to stop, I want him to use my mouth, make me gag more, and don’t let go of my nipples.

But he does. All of a sudden, the rough play is done and he climbs off again, leaving me panting, grunting, craving more, and wondering, what's next. After a minute of titillating kisses in various places, he settles on my thighs. Please, Drew, give me what I want, now, please.

His fingers brush against my pussy and I almost scream with delight. I wiggle and push my crotch forward as he finally rubs my eager slit up and down. One finger inside, then more, sliding in with such an ease that it seems to surprise both of us. One minute he is full-on finger banging me, then curling his fingers inside me, he slows down. I scoot down further and open my legs more, as much as the restraints let me, to give him better access.

He grabs at my pubic hair as if trying to help me in my efforts. I lift my hip with an audible sigh, that says, ‘Please give me more, please don’t stop!’ His fingers go very deep, his other hand massaging my clit, stroking my lips, spreading me open. It feels amazing, after all that teasing I’m so close to climax now.

I can’t keep quiet anymore, restrained moans escape my body. I want to talk, I want to purr, I want to tell him that he cannot stop now. He has to have me, I want to feel his hard, throbbing cock inside me.

He positions himself between my legs, nestling his thighs under mine, so that my legs are draped over him. For another minute he strokes and rubs my folds again then I feel his hardness against my opening. When he enters me, I finally feel full, content.

He's fucking me in a slow rhythm, his body is trembling slightly. He caresses my nipple with his soft lips as he increases his tempo and thrusts. When he’s doing me hard and fast his mouth tears at my nipples and I’m so close to... Is it a scream that’s building inside me or an orgasm? Quite possibly both.

But then he suddenly and disturbingly pulls out, causing my hips to grind the empty air between us. He dismounts me, but not letting me hang too long he spreads my pussy open with his fingers and planting kisses all over my tummy he rubs the vibrator against my pussy lips.

He toys around with it at my entrance slowly penetrating me but I’m so wet, it just slips in. He inserts the rabbit fully, its ears buzzing gently between my swollen labia. But when he moves the shaft in and out and the ears touch my clit it is way too sensitive. If I wasn’t restrained, I’d jump off the bed possibly. I try to move away from it, squirming, bucking my body trying to let him know, that it’s a bit too intense.

He's inserting and withdrawing it, angling it, twisting it and I’m riding the waves, bucking my hips wildly. I’m so close to orgasm when he pulls it out. I can barely hold back a frustrated outburst. I need to be finished off!

Thank God it is just a few seconds pause and the dildo is back in my hot canal humming, buzzing powerfully. His mouth roughly attacks my tit, slobbering, biting. Oh my God, I’m so close. Just one more gentle buzz. His mouth on my nipples. Bite me, I want to cum!!!

He’s turning the speed down? What is he doing???

His lips are between my legs, licking and gently sucking on my pussy lips. I grind my hips into his face, desperate for the warmth of his mouth and the fast-paced prodding of his tongue. He twists the rabbit around, turning the ears out of the way, so his tongue can fully take over.

I hear two clicks and I think he’s yanking up the speed, which he does, but straightaway places the vibrator on my tits, while licking me with such enthusiasm and fervour like never ever before. I catch the lingering scent of the aroma of my own arousal and if I taste half as appetising as I smell, then it’s no wonder he can’t resist me.

He’s sliding the slick toy over and over my hardened nipple while he’s concentrating on my clit now. His body is rocking together with mine and I feel his still rock-hard cock rub against my knee. That is the final stroke before my body convulses into an unstoppable sweet climax.

The physical feeling is like a dam being burst, the river finding its way down his face, my legs, onto the bedsheets. My mind is still unsettled, I’m not quite satisfied yet. He keeps his mouth in place, going at me while I go all the way through my orgasm. As my body convulses, the restraints tighten around my wrists and remind me of my helpless state. He needs to stop now, I need a small break. I’m too sensitive.

The vibrator slows down and caresses my breasts, his tongue concentrates on my labia and he’s drinking every last drop of my nectar. With a deep guttural moan, I grind my hips onto his face. Mmm, yes clean up all the mess you’ve made, Honey.

After bringing me down from orgasm, he climbs off the bed. I wonder what's next, since I don't think he came yet and I crave his cock as I never have before. In a few seconds, he's wedging himself between my legs, kissing me from my wet pussy to my sensitive tits. I feel his fingers, then something much thicker finding its easy way inside my body.

Mmm, yes it feels amazing. Our hips crash in waves of pleasure as he fills me completely. Keeping his cock deep inside, I hear the vibrator buzzing then feel it on my clit. I’m still very sensitive there but the vibrating is soft and gentle, whirring me into a new wave of delight.

After a minute, he leans forward, fucking me harder and rubbing the toy on my tits. The little bunny ears tickle and excite my nipples. It's sloppy, slippery and I can’t be sure if it’s saliva, my cum or both, which also adds to my arousal.

He suckles my nipple, first gently then with increasing force. My other nipple is kept erect by the dildo sliding up and down on it, all the while he’s fucking me furiously. Then he changes tempo, long, full, slower insertions. I know he's going to cum.

He pulls out and I brace myself to take his cock in my mouth. I can almost taste his bittersweet cum on my lips... But it doesn't come. Instead he grunts, gasps and shoots his cum onto my chest. The warm, sticky, wetness spreads between my tits. He pushes the head of his cock into my breast and onto my nipple, he keeps pumping for long minutes. Then he scoots down and wipes his messy cock on my clit. He taps and rubs my clit with it gently.

He abandons me for a few minutes, while he’s probably cleaning himself off but leaves me with drying cum on my chest. Nice. Soon, I feel a gentle touch at my lips, I run my tongue over his fingers with the unmistakable taste of his cum.... Then he replaces his fingers with the dildo and lets me taste myself on it. Mmm, I wouldn’t mind this for dinner every day, Honey.

I feel the dildo being placed onto my chest before he walks away, leaving me there for my mind to be consumed by all these new experiences. Is he not going to untie me? What other plans does he have? I feel so dirty and used, but in a good way, with cum, saliva and my juices drying on my skin, I must be a sight. He seems to have the same idea – to capture the moment and show me later - as I hear a few clicking sounds, I’m sure he’s taking some keepsake pictures.

I’m glad I opted for the silk scarves instead of ropes as they are so gentle around my limbs. Nevertheless, this stretched-out position is starting to get very uncomfortable. I want to know what his plans are as he’s gone for such agonising long minutes... I wouldn’t mind a shower and some more cuddling after, but it seems I just have to wait because I’m still not in control of what’s happening.

I hear the slight squeak of the door as he enters the room again. He will surely untie me now to get on with a relatively normal evening with dinner and maybe a movie. I probably will be a bit self-conscious when he lifts off the blindfold. I will have to look into his eyes with the memories of all of the filthy things that he’s done to me and how they made me feel. I’m sure we will not stop here now with our exploration.

I hear some weird slushing and clanking sounds as the mattress sinks under his weight. Hopefully, he’s got a large glass of drink for refreshment, I really need one.

I’m in for a huge surprise when something wet and warm rubs against my tummy, causing my pussy to tighten with surprise and anticipation. A think it’s a wet sponge. Mmmm, he’s cleaning me up. I must be messier than I thought and he wants to spare me the scummy sight. How thoughtful.

“Such a messy girl,” he whispers, his longed-for voice warms my insides and I seem to hear a new rasp edge in his tone. Or is it just my imagination being still so vulnerable and at his mercy?

He sponges my whole body with the soft pad, which I find arousing on a whole new level. It’s a bit counterproductive though as it’s making me wet and messy again, I smile to myself.

As he’s broken the silence already, I let myself moan loudly and I grind my hips, involuntarily letting him know just how much I’m enjoying this.

“I bet you thought, we were done,” he speaks again and now I’m one hundred percent certain there is something new and dramatic in his tone.

My hips stay in mid-air and I forget to breathe for a few seconds. He laughs hardly audibly squeezing the water out of the sponge and rubbing my hard nipples with the rough dryness of it paving a delicious way to round two.

I do like my new husband.