A Little Restraint

Last time We were in UK, I was in an Ann Summers store and had a rummage in their bargain bin when I found this.







I assumed it was some sort of medical support, possibly for the thumb after a cricket injury, perhaps. Or too much masturbation. Lol.

Actually when we got back from hols and it was time to unpack we had several other goodies we couldn’t wait to try out. Namely the Rampant Rabbit, the leg spreaders and various lubes. Plus the fact that three weeks away from home had left me somewhat unkempt and you don’t want to be putting rubber rings on places with a liberal sprinkling of hair. So this little chap got a bit forgotten in the bottom of our goody bag.

Until the other night.

I was undressed and ready, while Heather was taking her sweet time in the bathroom. Situation normal. While I was waiting I investigated the contents of the goody bag. I can’t remember what I was looking for, or what I was planning to do with it, but I found my little leather and rubber appliance and, being in a more satisfactory state of pubic baldness, decided to try it on.

It wasn’t easy the first time, bollocks can be slippery customers sometimes. They have a mind of their own and mine didn’t want to be restrained. I also hesitated, bent double with both hands between my legs, before snapping the press-studs shut. What if I should catch a loose flap of scrotal skin in the popper? It would hurt like buggery. The very thought brought tears to the eyes..

At last I got the leather strap snapped closed above my balls, with the rubber ring in place, and it just felt so goooood! Scrotum stretched smooth and taut over balls, the rubber ring having the effect of drawing the foreskin back as my erection powered forward. As I stood up the whole kit of parts was standing proud and ready instead of flopping and lolling about the place. (My balls normally have a tendency to dangle more than most due to some apprentice butcher surgeon taking the wrong bit out of me during my first vasectomy-That’s probably too much information. Sorry).

I couldn’t wait to show myself off. I went into the bathroom to parade around in front of Heather and she was suitably impressed. She’s never complained of me being deficient in the size department (she’s very kind) and stamina has not yet become an issue (unless I’m very very drunk) but the angle at which my cock stuck out just made it look bigger and it felt rock hard and throbbing under the rubber ring, with the balls bunched together and pushed forward, free of my legs, as I stood there. She cupped my balls in her hand, ran her fingernails over the taut skin. That just felt blissful, along witht the deeply erotic sensation of restraint.

We went back into the bedroom. I lay down and she crawled all over me, caressing my balls with soft fingertips, stroking my shaft with her tongue before enveloping the engorged purple head with her lips and slowly consuming me. I reached out a hand to thrust between her legs but she moved away. For the moment she wanted no other stimulation. I lay back with my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the view of her head bobbing up and down.

When she finally came up for air, I got up, took her by the shoulders and guided her until her head was hanging upside-down off the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of her face, cradled her head in my hands and eased my cock down her throat, gradually increasing the intenity of the thrusts until she could take no more. I leaned in over her, letting her take my cock more passively, while I elbowed her legs out of the way and buried my head between them. I ran my tongue around her clitoris and in the clefts hetween her outer and inner labia, but was drawn inexorably to her cunt. So wet and sweet. I tried to stick my tongue in as deep as it would go but from a straightforward 69 position I could really only dip the tip in her heady juices. I slipped my thumb in instead, wettting it thogoughly before venturing towards her arse. She warned me off with a muffled sound through a mouthful of my cock but I got the message and contented myself with painting her perineum in her own juices with my tongue.

But I wanted that tongue deep inside her! The smell of her was driving me mad. I pushed my face hard onto her again, pressed my lips deeply onto the rim of her cunt, stuck my tongue in as deep as it would go.

And then sucked.

I sucked her into me and my tongue was instantly enveloped in silky, fleshy folds. I felt deeper inside her than I had ever been before and she responded with muffled moans of pleasure. I released the suction and then went back again, probing ever deeper. I could feel her body starting to go rigid, her legs tightening about me. Her head broke free to could take gasping breaths, leaving my cock pressing into her supra-sternal notch. One more deep suck, one more expedition for my tongue into places it had never ventured before and I knew that enough was enough. She was in that agonising state of teetering on the brink of orgasm but being held back by not being able to press her legs together. I pulled away and just had enough time to push a hand roughly up between her legs as they snapped together. I must have tugged and snagged at her gorgeous mat of hair as I struggled to find her clit in that confined space, but she was past caring. Her orgasm had taken on a momentum of its own and all that was left for me to do was to kiss her and stroke her and bring her down again gently.

She lay spread out and exhausted on the bed, her fingers wrapped round my cock, dreamily manipulating it. I took charge, taking it in a firmer grip. It just felt so good! With thumb and forefinger around the shaft I wrap the reamining three fingers around my balls. It was all there in my hand! I was sorely tempted to deposit my pearlescent seed over her pale skin and have done with it. But no, I had to be inside her. With that age-old gesture of total giving, she drew her legs up and apart, offering me the most precious thing she has to give and I took it gratefully, cupping her face in my hands as I eased tenderly into her, kissing her lips as I arched my back to thrust harder, gazing into her eyes as my own orgasm approached before finally falling down beside her, holding her close to me.

I don’t know whether it felt different for her. Whether she noticed any change in hardness or size, whether the leather and the metal studs stimulated her or just annoyed her. We're going to have to experiment some more with this. Certainly it's not the last time we try this little device; For a start I want to anal sex, and I want to have a good long session to see how long we can keep going. It's going to be fun finding out, whatever happens.



Postscript: The following evening I put the thing on again and, just for the fun of it, copiously coated my cock and balls with strawberry and champagne flavour 'Dick Lick'. This turned out to be a big mistake. Firstly; there is another word that also rhymes with 'Dick' and 'Lick'. Yup, 'Stick'. Leather stuck to rubber, rubber stuck to hair, everything stuck to skin, I stuck to her. In all a most uncomfortable experience. Secondly, whereas 'Strawberries and champagne' sounds rather decadent, extravagant, sophisticated, Heather's first reaction on tasting her treat was that it actually reminded her more of candyfloss. Not so much a night of steamy romance in a suite at the Ritz, more a quick shag behind the dodgems at the funfair. Oh well.