I lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed after having agreed to my punishment. Marcy was naked, checking the cuffs on my wrists and ankles along with the tethers. She wanted to be sure that I wouldn't be able to free myself. She had my arms stretched to either side. Next, she placed a blindfold over my eyes.
You may be wondering how I ended up in this predicament. Well, I totally forgot today was our first anniversary as a married couple. How could I forget, you may ask?
I had been working twenty-four hours straight for the last two days. A hacker was trying to access all employees' personal information at Henderson Financial and anything else they could hack into. That's my mother-in-law's business.
As she dragged what felt like leather across my hairless balls, my cock was twitching.
“What is that?” I somewhat nervously asked.
“It is a crop,” she responded as she moved the crop up and then down my shaft twice, before delivering a sharp slap to my circumcised glans.
Ouch! That really hurt!” I cried out, though it really didn’t, as was evident by my now fully erect cock.
“How could you forget today is our anniversary!” Marcy said loudly before firmly slapping my balls.
“Your alluring physique belongs to me; I will utilize it as I please, and there is nothing you can do about it,” she stated, once more trailing the crop along my now aroused member.
“Damn, Marcy, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
“Until I forgive you.”
I hesitantly smiled and asked, “So, what happens next?” My heart was hammering against my ribs.
There was silence for about a minute, then the pain hit. I felt something bite my nipple; it was as if my body had been set on fire.
“What the fuck, Marcy!” I I smirked, not actually angry.
With no response, I felt the same sensation on my other nipple.
“That’s it! Untie me now!” I exclaimed, not sounding serious.
“Such a mouth—I’ll have to do something about that,” she said in her usual calm voice.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, and then—bam! Marcy slipped something onto my head. I immediately felt what I thought was a ball. I tried to speak but realized the only sound I could make was a grunt.
“Hmph, hmph,” I grunted as loudly as I could.
“What is it, sweetheart? Oh, you wish to know what is currently in your mouth?” Marcy remarked playfully.
“Hmph, humph.”
“It is a ball gag; I prefer that you remain silent. Do you enjoy the nipple clamps?”
“Hmph, hmph.” I groaned in pleasure.
“Oh, you desire me to tighten them? Very well.”
“Ungh, ungh.” I groaned enthusiastically.
As I groaned, I sensed her hand grasping my member. She commenced stroking my shaft upward, then downward, and with every third stroke, she employed a corkscrew motion. It did not take long for the pain to fade from my mind as I approached the brink of climax.
Just as I was on the verge of releasing my essence, Marcy applied a firm squeeze. I felt my member pulsate in an effort to ejaculate, but to no avail. She was withholding my release.
Once my member ceased pulsating, she loosened her grip and stated, “Now, I will be leaving for a short period; however, before I depart, I will place noise-cancelling headphones on you and then turn off the light.”
Abruptly, I found myself enveloped in complete darkness. All I could do was lie there and wish that whatever she had in store would not be excessively painful and that this ordeal would conclude soon.
I was unaware of the duration of my solitude in the bedroom. The only thing I am certain of is that I sensed Marcy ascend onto the bed and tug on the chain linked to the nipple clamps.
“Hmph, ungh!” I grunted once again in pleasure.
Simultaneously, I felt something cold between my legs. Marcy had begun rubbing an ice cube on my testicles, and I bucked my hips in an effort to dislodge the cube. Though it was useless, I just lay there and let her have her way.
My erection twitched as Marcy slid the cube along the length of the pulsating shaft. She kept the chain tight, stretching my nipples painfully. The combination of the burning sensation and the ice cube was a pleasurable experience for me.
The cube made contact with my glans before smoothly ascending and circling my nipples three times, after which there was nothing. Marcy had taken away the cube and loosened the chain. What followed was a comforting sensation as Marcy softly exhaled over my testicles and cock.
I felt Marcy kiss the tip of my glans before taking the mushroom-shaped head into the warmth of her mouth. An exhalation of air left my lungs and flowed through the opening in the ball gag. Though silence reigned, I knew its sound would be a faint, weary exhale.
Her mouth traveled down the full length of my shaft; I lifted my hips. The tip of her nose pressed against my pubis, and for a fleeting moment, my cock lodged in her throat. I dropped my hips and experienced my member sliding out of her inviting mouth.
She started to swirl her tongue around my testicles while her hand moved in a corkscrew manner along my erect shaft. Upon reaching the glans, Marcy applied her palm over it, distributing the precum along the shaft with a downward stroke. As the initial unmistakable indication of my approaching orgasm emerged, she tightened her grip on my shaft. Once more, I was denied my release and found myself hoping that this would conclude soon.
What transpired next left me fighting to maintain my composure. Marcy positioned herself on my hips and started to sway back and forth on my erection. Positioned between her labia, I could sense her arousal and was eager for her to take my member into her vagina.
Yeah, I understand your thoughts; it is unlikely to occur. A man can certainly hope, can he not? However, unfortunately, she led me to the brink and then halted.
She reached down and, for the second time, denied me my release. Convinced that I was not going to achieve my climax, Marcy released her grip on my shaft.
Abruptly, an overwhelming tingling sensation surged through me as Marcy took off one nipple clamp, and then the other. My first reaction was one of relief, accompanied by a groan that escaped through the ball gag. Subsequently, she delicately applied an ice cube to my sore nipples to alleviate any discomfort I was experiencing.
I let out a subdued sigh of gratitude through the gag as she caressed the cube over my sensitive nipples. Once she was content that my nipples had regained their sensitivity, she took off the ball gag and swiftly placed a finger on my lips. I understood the importance of silence and patiently awaited her next move.
When Marcy removed the ball gag, a shaky, “Phew!” escaped my lips.
To my astonishment, she took off the noise-cancelling headphones and promptly stated, “I have an itch that requires attention, so that I will be using your mouth.” Marcy said while she positioned herself over my face.
“Eat.” She instructed in a seductive voice.
I could sense the warmth emanating from her intimate area and extended my tongue. She was relentless, offering me only a fleeting taste. Marcy is aware of my passion for licking and sucking her delectable intimate area. She continued to tease me, reaching back with her left hand to drag her nails along the length of my erection.
The blindfold over my eyes and my restrained arms disappointed me, as I enjoy gazing at her while providing oral pleasure and fondling her breasts.
Marcy remained motionless as my tongue explored the entirety of her slit. I relished her exquisite nectar before circling my tongue around her clitoris. I sensed her thighs pressing against the sides of my head as I licked and sucked on the labia.
She slowly began to sway her hips against my mouth and tongue. As she neared her orgasmic peak, Marcy alternated between rocking and grinding against my mouth and tongue. I could feel her thighs pressing more firmly against my head and the muscles twitching. My mouth and chin became coated in her sweet essence.
She found her rhythm, moving against my mouth with varying intensity until the inevitable happened. I sensed her thighs start to quiver just a little, as her orgasm gradually enveloped her. I cannot state with certainty, but it appeared to be merely a few minutes before Marcy reached the climax of her orgasm.
Once she had regained her composure, Marcy shifted away from my mouth, and I sensed her unfastening the cuffs on my ankles. Subsequently, I felt Marcy crawl across my body, her erect nipples brushing against my leg as she did so. She playfully swayed her generous breasts, keeping the pink tips just beyond the reach of my mouth.
“Mmm, does my boy toy wish to suck on my nipples?” she purred.
Before I could respond or extend my tongue for a taste, she swiftly brushed my lips with a firm nipple. Marcy then playfully slapped my face with her voluptuous breasts before moving to the side. She then unfastened the cuffs on my wrists and took my hand in hers.
“Rise from the bed and come with me. Remember, no speaking,” she instructed in a low, commanding tone.
I complied and realized we now stood at the foot of the bed. She then directed me to place my hands behind my back and reattach the cuffs. Marcy secured them together with a chain.
“Do not move; I will return shortly.”
As I stood there, what seemed like a few minutes passed before I heard Marcy open a drawer, close it, and come back. She brushed against me as she settled onto the bed.
She grasped my arm, turned me to the right, and commanded in her authoritative tone, “Lie across my lap.”
Once she was in position, she stated, “Now for your punishment.”
That was the moment I lost my composure, exclaiming, “Punishment? Are you serious, after everything you just put me through!?” I shouted.
“You have been a naughty boy, and this should serve as a reminder for you not to forget next time. Speak again, and I will reintroduce the ball gag,” she declared in a firm, commanding tone.
I experienced a sharp sting from the leather on my buttock, followed by another, and then six more. Each time, I cried out, in pleasure, “Ouch!” After the eighth strike, I felt something soft caressing my buttocks.
“What you are experiencing is the soft, furry side of an item known as a Love Glove. The other side you encountered was leather. Now, let’s attend to your other sexy cheek.”
She delivered those slaps with significantly more force, prompting louder, pleasureable cries of “Ouch,” followed by the comforting sensation of the fur.
Afterward, Marcy remarked, “I am removing the cuffs, and you had better conduct yourself properly.”
Once she took off the cuffs, she instructed me to stand. Grasping my hand once more, I followed her. She led me to our master bathroom and guided me down the two steps that led to our sunken bathtub.
While blindfolded, Marcy assisted me in taking a seat. The slightly cool water was invigorating against my skin.
“Please move forward; I would like to sit behind you. This way, you can lean against me,” she instructed in a gentle yet commanding tone.
As we got comfortable, I noticed the scent of lavender in the air. She had arranged a bubble bath for us.
“Darling, you are permitted to respond only with a yes or no. Do you comprehend?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Have you grasped your lesson, ensuring you will never forget our anniversary again?” she inquired as she wrapped her arms around me.
“Yes.”
“Very well. However, if you speak to me in that manner again, I will place a bar of soap in your mouth. Do you understand?” Marcy stated while firmly holding my member with both hands.
“Yes.”
She applied enough pressure to ensure I understood her seriousness. I then felt her hands invigorate my member as she gently kissed and nibbled on my earlobe.
Whispering softly in my ear, “That’s it darling, get nice and hard. I want to witness your thick essence splatter across those toned abs.”
My blue balls were yearning to release their burden, and sensing the buildup, Marcy employed a corkscrew motion with both hands. One hand rotated clockwise, while the other moved counterclockwise.
“Remove the blindfold, sweetheart, and observe yourself climaxing.”
I complied, and at that instant, streams of essence erupted onto my abs, with some landing on my chest. Marcy counted in a sultry tone, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!”
Her fingers and hands were also coated in my essence. She slipped away from behind me, moved to the side, and brought her hands to her mouth. I watched as she licked and sucked her fingers clean before kissing me.
We exchanged some of my essence in a fervent kiss. She then pulled back, gazing at me with a gentle smile, and said, “I forgive you, Eric.”
I let out a sigh, the tension dissipated, and every fiber of my being relaxed.
The remainder of the day was devoted to fulfilling each other’s desires. After all, today marked our anniversary.
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