The Promise

On Friday night we had the house to ourselves for a change. I fully intended to make good on my promise to Heather, made earlier in the week, to tie her and she did nothing to indicate that she had changed her mind as I led her into the bedroom, grabbed a few bits and pieces out of our goody bag and had her undress and lie face down on the bed. I crossed her wrists behind her back and bound them together with a red ribbon, tied with a bow. I traced my fingertips up and down her back and grabbed handfuls of her bum cheeks and she moaned with pleasure.

The first blow was right on target. A resounding open-handed slap on her left buttock that caused her to cry out . I smoothed my hand over her gorgeous round bottom again, and again stopped and lifted my hand. Her breathing came shallower, faster, anticipating the slap that did not fall. I amused myself listening to her frightened little breaths. I waited for the breathing to return to normal before landing another ferocious slap, this time on the right buttock, immediately followed by another on exactly the same spot. Then another lengthy pause, another slap.

I straddled her and passed the improvised ball gag down over her head. It is a thing I have made myself from a golf practice ball with a length of red ribbon threaded through it. I tied it tight around the back of her head and turned her to face me. Her lips now made a perfect, projecting, ’O’ with a large empty space in the middle. I locked my lips onto hers in a grotesque parody of a kiss, then teased round and round the circumference of that O with the very tip of my tongue.

I knelt up again:

”Time to get this ribbon off you” I whispered. To see her made helpless with just a length of pretty ribbon was exciting but her hands crossed behind her denied me access to the expanse of her back.

”Time to stretch you out”

I fastened the leather straps of the leg-spreader to her ankles and lashed it to the end of the bed with rope. Leather cuffs went on her wrists and each was tied to a corner of the bed, also with rope. She was now splayed out, stretched as tight as I could pull her. I flicked her across the behind with the riding crop, teased it between her legs before landing a proper slap with the flat leather end. I took hold of the flogger and twirled it’s leather fronds up against her cunt, taking cruel enjoyment in her sharp intake of breath, her preparing herself as best she could for a blow that could fall at any moment. I trailed the flogger up and down her spine; Teasing, tickling; then twirled it around just millimetres above her so that she must have felt the rush of air over her skin and lowering it so that the tips just grazed her. Then, suddenly, a gyration of my whole arm and I was measuring out it’s length across her back, diagonally from left buttock to right shoulder blade. She shouted through the gag in pain and helpless rage as I lashed her again and again and again, patterning the pale skin of her back with angry red stripes.

I threw down the flogger, mounted her, and fucked her hard, grabbing handfuls of her hair for purchase. Then I climbed off her, flogged her some more and gave her another hard fucking as she strained and twisted against her restraints.

I saved the most exquisite torture till last. Heather needs to press her legs tight together when she orgasms. With her still stretched out I pushed the Rabbit deep up inside her and turned it on full throttle, holding it in place so that the ears played relentlessly on her clit while the rippling shaft ground up and down on her g-spot. She twisted and turned, shouted and screamed as the rabbit ground her inexorably into a state of half-agony, half-ecstacy. Despite her ankles being firmly held apart she managed to force her knees together and came at last with a despairing cry. In the stillness that followed all that could be heard was the muffled sound of the Rabbit, still grinding away inside her.

I unclipped the ropes from her wrist cuffs in order to turn her over so that I could fuck her from the front, took a brief interlude sitting back on my heels, wanking myself with the tip of my cock nestling between her slippery engorged labia and, just at the point of coming, fell on top of her again so that I plunged deep into her to release my load.

Maybe one night I’ll refuse to take off the wrist and ankle straps. I’ll let her sleep in them so that we can start all over again on waking, but with the kids due home at least by morning that would have been impractical on this occasion. Packing away and cleaning up took a while but as we had started early it was still before midnight when I wrapped my arms around her and we fell asleep

That our night’s sleep was not undisturbed is another story…