How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124
Chapter 7 I submit to Tessa
When I woke up the following morning, I found that Tessa was in the bed with me.
I turned to her and she grinned at me. We were dressed in similar sexy baby
dolls that we had purchased during our recent shopping spree. The tops were
transparent with little motifs where our nipples should be hidden, but the whole
of Tessa's breast and her turgid nipples could be clearly see because the panels
had slipped whilst she slept.
"That was some night," I said to her.
"Wasn't it just something else again? I have had some sexy nights but nothing
like the last couple of weekends with you. You certainly sparked something off
in the guys. This bondage thing, I knew Terry was in to it. I've seen some of
his magazines, but I would never have guessed it could be so exciting. I've
never seen so many cocks in action before and they kept getting hard again! My
cunt feels like its worn out. I kept cumming and cumming and cumming again. I
never knew it was possible. And you've become one hell of a cocksucker. We make
a great team. We'd better get you set up with contraception so that you can
share the fucking. After all, you started this multi fuck, the sooner you get
to take your share, the better, before they fuck me to a frazzle."
I had never heard anyone talk so easily about sex as Tessa did. Even with sex
education at school, I had still remained basically a very shy person. I had
never mixed much and before last weekend had never thought of myself as sexy,
had never even thought about sex much at all. It felt marvellous to now be seen
as the instigator of our cum fest. Now I wanted nothing more than to be able to
take some of those cocks into my cunt and experience the pleasure that Tessa had
obviously had the previous night. I had enjoyed it myself cuming hard, often
and long but I somehow knew that getting fucked in the cunt had to be better
than getting off on Tessa's tongue.
I returned Tessa's grin. "Lead me to it, I'll be only to pleased to do my
part." I hesitated for a moment. "Would you come with me to the clinic, I
really don't think I could go there on my own?"
She grinned at me. "I could always get Terry to take you along."
I cringed at the idea of going into a place like that with a man. It would be
like announcing to the world that he was fucking me. The idea was excruciatingly
embarrassing.
"No, please don't make me do that. I would be so embarrassed. I couldn't do
it. Please don't make me. Please, will you take me? I don't want everyone to
know that I'm getting fucked."
Tessa looked at me amazed at my reaction to what I know now was only a joking
remark but which then seemed to be a straightforward suggestion. A mischievous
gleam appeared in her eyes.
"So, what would you do for me, if I took you rather than asking Terry?" she
asked me.
"Anything, anything at all. Just don't make me go with Terry."
She smirked.
"Anything covers a whole multitude. How about you start by licking my poor
abused cunt for me."
She threw the bedcovers off us, leaned back on the headboard, opened her legs
and beckoned me to get on with it.
I hesitated. It had been Ok to lick her cunt last night when I was already on a
sexual high and I was bound in position. This was a totally different
proposition. This was the cold light of day, no bondage, no other stimulation,
just hard cold obedience.
"Get on with it, or I will get Terry to take you." Frightened by the threat, I
crawled down the bed until I was kneeling between her widespread legs and slowly
reached up to remove her panties. "No, use your teeth just like you did for the
guys. Put your hands behind you back. You can pretend they're tied there, or I
could always tie them there if it makes it easier for you."
I was amazed that Tessa had read my mind. I looked up at her and whispered,
"Yes, please tie my hands behind me, I think I would like it better that way."
She leaned over the side of the bed and picked up one of the ropes that had been
used to tie us the night before. Terry and Edgar had led us up to the bedroom
with our arms still secured behind us, and had only finally released us
completely after we had given them a final deep throating. I was amazed that
they had been able to get it up again after such a busy night!
Tessa tied my wrists, then fed the rope up my arms and around my upper arms, and
had pulled gently until my elbows were almost touching before finally tying the
rope off. Now there was no way I could use my hands. I looked down my body.
My breasts were pushed forward in counterpoint to the pulling back of my
shoulders. My nipples had erected as Tessa was tying my arms and they now
tented out the front of the baby doll top. Tessa still had some rope left so he
looped it around my chest first above my breasts then below my breasts, tying it
of to reinforce the wrist tie. Now the transparent material of my baby doll was
pulled smooth and tight against my breasts. The thin covering made me feel even
more naked than if I had no covering at all. That was a concept I found
difficult to understand, but its truth was evident to me.
Tessa returned to her position in front of me and watched me as I leaned forward
and took hold of the waistband of her panties with my teeth. Strangely I began
to feel the excitement building in me. Now that I was in bondage my inhibitions
had disappeared and I found that I wanted to do this for Tessa. I wanted to
worship at the altar of her sexuality. She lifted her lower body as I pulled at
her panties. I slowly pulled them down until her cunt was revealed to me. She
pushed me away momentarily whilst she pulled her panties down from where I had
managed to pull them to and off, throwing them roughly in the direction of the
laundry basket. "You can wash them for me later", she told me.
She spread he legs wide and pulled her ankles into her butt cheeks. This had
the effect of opening her cunt lips and lifting it upwards towards me. She was
now beautifully displayed before my eyes.
"Ok, slave girl, get to it, and get that sweet tongue of yours to work. Lets
see what you remember from last night about how to get another girl off. That's
assuming you can actually remember what I did to you that made you cum. If it
had been left to those thoughtless bastards, you would have been filled with
they're cum, but you might have waited all night for your own satisfaction as
far as they were concerned. Men are just dicks waiting to spray there load and
when they do that's it as far as they are concerned. So little lady, you and I
are going to become best friends and make sure that we get as much out of their
orgies as they do, if not more."
I bent to my task, remembering how Tessa had alternated from licking inside my
cunt, with sucking on my clit, that hidden passion centre which I was to learn,
men often just ignore. For men, women seem to be just breasts, cunt, ass and
mouth. Often the order varies, but their attention to these areas of a woman's
body never does.
I started by flicking my tongue up and down her open slit, licking up the juices
that had started to flow at my willingness, (and also I was certain, because she
had tied me up.) Her hands came to rest on my head as she began to murmur her
encouragement to me. I noticed as I was licking her that her cunt lips began to
swell as her excitement built up. That was something I didn't know happened,
but here it was happening before my eyes. When I had licked up the obvious
moisture, I lifted my head slightly so that I could move my tongue right up to
the upper end of her cunt slit where I began to flick my tongue under the little
hood that protected her precious clit. (I had read somewhere that some cultures
cut of this little pleasure centre so that women would remember their place as
men's servants. Thank God, our nation did not believe in that little
refinement.) Without this trigger, sex for a woman is just a messy exercise.
With it, it is a transcendental experience. I had learnt that for myself with a
vengeance the previous night. Now I was hoping to see it at close quarters as I
tried to give Tessa as much pleasure as she had given me.
When I began to flick my tongue at her clit, Tessa quickly began to climb the
hill of ecstasy. Her hands became tangled in my hair as she encouraged me to
"Fuck that thing with your tongue, you bitch." I watched in amazement as her
clit cover slowly shrank back as her clit became aroused. Soon her clit was
standing out like a very small cock. "Suck on my clit, sweet cheeks," she almost
shouted, "Make me cum, I need to cum, do it to me cuntface. Fuck my clit with
your mouth, make me cum."
I felt invigorated and powerful as I followed her instructions and she got
hotter and hotter, and louder and louder as she ordered me to make her cum. I
entered into the contest with her, wanting to make her cum, wanting to be her
fuck agent. It seemed to go on forever, but it couldn't have been all that
long, until she started to cum. When she did she ground my face into her cunt
by pressing down with her hands and up with her body, and my poor face was
caught in between. Then to add more pressure, she brought he legs together,
crossed behind my head, and pulled me into her with what felt like the strength
of ten men. I was certain for a moment that I would either suffocate or have my
neck broken, but of course neither event occurred. What did occur was that
Tessa came and screamed like a banshee as she did so. I couldn't help thinking
to myself that at this precise moment she was my sex slave a lot more than I was
hers. After all, I was the one who made her cum, and whilst she was cuming she
was in some way, totally subservient to me, even though I was the one tied up.
When she eventually relaxed her hold on me, she reverted to the power role.
"That's was very good for a beginner, but you need more practice, I'm going to
speak to Terry and Edgar to see if it would be possible for you to come over and
stay with me for this next week. That way I can train you better on how to
please me. And whilst you are living with us, Terry can also try out some of
the other bondage from his books. Wouldn't you like that, my little kitten."?
I have to say that as I murmured a positive answer, I was thinking more of Terry
and more bondage positions than I was of Tessa. Still and all, it was something
that I found I wanted to do.
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