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Tuesday, 6 May 2008

Bedroom Bondage

Well, Peter and I finished trying out all the bondage stuff we bought last month. I am tired, but happy. Peter and I have spent the long weekend tying each other up and having sex. My legs are still a bit wobbly from the mad vibrating session with the Magic Wand. Peter used it to make me cum and over again. Once it hits the right spot, its cum city.

When I came out of the shower Sunday morning, Peter had all the kit out on the floor. I was a little surprised at first. I said to him we needed to get the shopping. Bugger that was his reply. "This will be more fun than traipsing to Tesco getting shop rage with some gossipy old bugger blocking the aisle for everyone." Peter really hates shopping. He much prefers to go late at night or really early in the mornings when there is no one about. Thank god for Tesco opening 24/7.

He pulled me close to him and sat me naked on his lap. He pulled my arm out and strapped on one of the wrist cuffs. Its about 3 inches wide on my wrist and has a large thick strap to buckle it up. There is a large D ring attached to it too. Buckling this up snugly, he strapped on the other one. "What do you have in mind for me then?" I asked. You will see was his reply.

He pushed me onto the bed kissing me on the lips. His hands caressed my face. He knows just how to turn me on, as he gently stroked and pulled on my ears as he kissed my neck. I just turn into putty when he does this. He pulled my arms over my head holding them firmly as he slowly moved down my neck, until he found my breasts. His tongue flicked over my nipples turning them into hard little buttons. His teeth nibbling and pulling at them. I moaned in pleasure at his touch.

He raised his head up and pulled my arms through our Victorian style headboard. He pinned my wrists together with his hand, as the other reached to his bedside table. He picked up a small brass padlock we use to lock up our luggage when we go on vacations. He passed the already open padlock through the D rings of my wrist cuffs, and snapped it shut. He had my wrists pinned to the bed and I was at his mercy. Then he pulled the black leather blindfold over my eyes..

I could hear him in the back ground but had no idea what he was doing. Then I felt a light touch on my skin. Very soft and very gentle. It started on my neck and around my ear. It played with my earring and pulled at them. Then it moved across my face tracing my cheek and around my lip. I tried to raise my head and give it a playful bite, but it was pulled away. I rested my head back on the pillow, and it traced an outline around my lips. My skin was tingling under this touch. Then it was tracing a line from my chin down between my breasts and to my navel. It touched my navel, circling it a few times them it moved down and over my thighs. I wanted it to touch my pussy as the sensation was arousing me, but what ever it was, it left it well alone. It traced a route down my inner thighs and calves. And suddenly it stopped. With a sudden grab I could feel Peters hand pull my leg out in front of me, stretching me out. The evil bastard then started tickling my foot. Now I am really ticklish. Anywhere near the armpit or the soles of my feet, and I laugh my head off. My father knew this weakness and used to regularly tease me, when I was a girl.

I tried to buck and kick Peters hand away, but I was so stretched out, I was unable. Peter grabbed my other foot and I could feel him force my legs together between the side of his arm and his side, pinning me against him. Peter showed me no mercy for my kick at him. He kept tickling my feet for what seemed like an eternity. He stopped every now and again to trace his fingers up and down my toes and the soles of my feet, or scratching his nails over them, before resuming his onslaught.

I laughed so much my sides were hurting, and I repeatedly begged him to stop between my giggles. He dropped my legs on the bed and I stretched out exhausted, but it was now that Peter climbed quickly onto the bed pinning my waist between his thighs. He started to lightly slap away at my breasts with his hands. Not full slaps, but the type where just his finger tips touch skin as his hand flashed through the air. Stinging them with every touch, I cried out, but he said to me I had a choice to be slapped or tickled again. Thinking he would get off me and tickle my feet I chose the tickling option. It was really stupid of me to assume this, because that's not what he did. Instead he tickled both my armpits together, working up and down my sides and back into the pits. Over and over I was subjected to this torture. Each time I tried to wriggle, this side or that to at least to stop the torture on one of my sides, but alas to no avail.

I had to beg him to slap me. Once again blows reigned down on my breasts until I could bear it no longer. Back and forth we went. I threatened, pleaded, begged and implored him to stop until he must have got bored. He said I had to be his slave for the day and he would stop. I happily agreed saying as long as he didn't tickle me again. Another stupid thing to say. I should have asked for him to stop playing with my sore breasts, too.

Peter got up off me and I could her him go to my bedside drawer. He rummaged about for a bit and and with a cry of eureka sat back beside me on the bed. More noises, and then I felt his fingers on my labia. They were cold and moist. He rubbed what I assumed to be KY jelly into my pussy and I felt his finger slide into me, stretching me open. Then I felt my cold metal vibrator slide into me - it is silver in colour, six inches long with a good rhythm. I love its soft little purr when it is in side me and the sensation it gives me. Peter was sliding is gently in and out of me and turning the dial to increase or decrease the tempo when he thought I would orgasm. He stopped after a while and then I felt something cold dangle over my stomach and up my breasts. It felt heavy at the tip but I could tell it was on a chain. Then Peter pinched my nipples hard and I screeched out in pain. I felt the flesh under and to the side of my nipples being pinched together. I knew instantly he was using the Japanese Cloverleaf Nipple Clamps.
The pain left me, but I could feel the pinch still. Peter did the same to my other breast. He then tormented me by lifting the chain between the clamps and pulling gently. (I had had a look at these when we bought them and they actually close tighter when they are pulled on.).

His tugging tightened the clamps then he released then chain relieving the pressure on my breasts. Again I felt the rhythmic buzz of my vibrator as Peter penetrated me with it slowly sliding it in and out of me, twisting it when it was in me. Then I heard a much more powerful hum. It sounded like Peter had set up the Hitachi Magic Wand. With my silver vibe stimulating my inner pussy, Peter brought the Wand down onto my clitoris. I literally bucked up in the air when it touched me. I was moaning in pleasure as the vibes worked me up into a crescendo, but the painful nip on my breasts was distracting me from this pleasure, also. I was literally crying out when the orgasm hit me, but it was at this point, the bastard Peter released the pressure on one of my breasts as he removed the clamp. To say it was a shock was an understatement. It actually hurts when they are removed, more than when you have them put on, or are wearing them. This brought me back to earth. Peter rubbed the wand over my breast a little before flicking the switch to up the power and bring it back to my clit. The two vibrators worked me up to orgasm again and Peter again released the other clamp on my breast. I shouted out in pain, and from the wave of pleasure as the orgasm washed over me. Peter only turned the vibrators off when I had my third orgasm.

I asked him after he released me, what it was that was stroking me so softly. It was his fingertips.
The clamps on my breasts had distracted and delayed my orgasms, but still, it was an intense experience.

Luv E.B x

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