Join the Group
Chapter 1
It started as an ordinary day for me I went to check my email and there
was an email from someone called Sub Thomas, I didn't recognize the name that
was for sure. I thought it was spam mail and started to delete it, but something
held me back. I think it was the subject matter that really interested me. It
said Total Servility Midwest sub to serve service worship and obey YOU!
I didn't catch the last part; the first part of Total Servility caught
and held me. I was hypnotized by those two little words. I sat there and
thought about myself being in total servility to somebody. It was electrifying,
my blood started pumping and I couldn't catch my breath. Did someone know me?
Did someone know my deepest fantasies? Who was it? How could they know my
thoughts and feelings?
I had to open it, even if it contained a virus I had to find out who
knew my desires. I opened it and started to read. I read about half and then I
giggled. It said: i am a very sub, sincere 40 y/o, w/m, generous and seeking to
further my training as a sub/slave cuckold and/or toilet. i humbly beg to serve
service worship and obey YOU as YOU use abuse punish humiliate descipline and
degrade me. i beg for the honor and the opportunity to serve and service YOU. i
can and will travel to serve. Thank YOU for YOUR consideration. . What a relief
it was just junk mail. Nobody knew my deepest thoughts and feelings.
Then I started to think about this email. How did this person get my
email address? What group is this? I had to find out. So I clicked the little
address at the bottom of the mail and followed it to this group. I was a member.
Wow!!! That was new news to me. When did I sign up with this group? I went to
the member's area and looked up my email address and profile. It said that I
became a member a few months back. Heck a few months back my friend had my lap
top. I had to stop and giggle. It had to be her that signed up. Not realizing
that she signed up my email address when she went through my email account. I
always knew she was dominant, I just didn't know how dominant she was.
Then I started reading some of the messages and that is when I realized
that this email went to every group member and it wasn't directed at me
personally. That is when it hit me. This group was for men looking for
dominate women. There had to be a group or two that was for men looking for
submissive women. I had to find that group. I wanted answers. And I wanted
them fast. I have been waiting for ten years for fulfillment and now that I
knew there were others I wanted it.
I wanted to know how to get my man to be more dominant to me. I wanted
to know how I could get him to tie me up. I wanted to know how I could get him
to spank me. I want. I want. I want for him to tie me up, whip me, lick me
and make me cum. I wanted my missionary man to take me, make me, and use that
animal magnetism that was there at the beginning of our marriage. I want. I
want. I want it all.
So I started my search to fulfillment. I went to the beginning and
started to look at how these groups were started and how you became a member.
Then I looked at what types of groups were out there. That really confused me;
I knew that it had to be under relationships. I also knew that it had to be
adult. However, what exactly was I looking for? That was the question that had
me confused. Abstinence, not me. Advice, yes that is what I needed. BDSM
what's that? Fetishes? Fisting you have got to be real. Games, well I didn't
think it was a game. Role playing, maybe. Sex toys, possibility.
So I clicked the first one advice. Well went to another window and it
asks if I want to start a group on advice. Heck if I knew the answer I might,
but I needed advice not the other way around. Therefore I hit the back button
and then hit BDSM. Now I am getting somewhere. I have several options here.
Bondage, yes. Caning and Spanking, maybe. Dominance, well if it is the man
being dominant, then yes. Erotic stories, if it gets the boat to float why not.
Facesitting, I know about that already. Ask me a question I can give you
advice. Ha ha ha. Gor what is this? Pony Boys and Girls what is this?
Sissification and Forced Feminization, no thank you. I want my man whole,
dominant, and ready to take charge. Submission, well as long as it is me.
Tickling, sorry not ticklish.
Consequently I clicked bondage and you know what happened it took me to
another window and it had the option of gags. So next step I hit gags. Do you
know what happened? It opens another window and says start a gags group.
Talking about frustrating this was getting to be frustration to the max. I
wanted to gag the computer that was for sure.
This happened each time I clicked on one of the names of groups. It
would take me to another window or two and then ask if I wanted to start that
group. I was about ready to give up and go call my friend and ask her how to do
it. That would be so embarrassing for both of us I think, hmmm maybe not for
her. That is when I realized that the search bar on top might do something, now
that I had a few ideas with what I had seen so far.
I kind of knew what I wanted but where to start that is the question? I
tried submission. 828 hits, I can't look through that many. I have to get
fewer hits to go through. Well next I added the word bondage with submission.
Now I am frustrated again. There were only four hits and nothing remotely
interesting. Back I go to the search engine. This time I put in spanking. Now
then there were 404 hits. A little better, I had to start somewhere and this
really interested me. So I went and got a soda and sat at the computer ready to
read and read until I found the perfect one to start with.
Twenty eight pages later I found it. Yes, yes, yes. Heaven here I
come. Or should I say cum. Ha ha ha. Anyway I was going to find my answers.
I read the preliminaries and signed up. I thought it would be a day or two
before I had got word that I was accepted but it was just minutes. Once I
opened the acceptance there at the bottom were other groups into the same thing
as what this group was. I had to check them out also. Off I go to the wild
blue yonder. Hidey ho, hidey ho, hidey ho it's off to work I go. I finally
signed up with six different groups. All of the groups were on spanking. The
excitement was already building. Now I had to get up the nerve to type in my
question and wait for a response.
What question did I want to ask? Hmmm this is a hard one for me to
think about. I know I want my husband to be more dominant in the bedroom that
is a must. Heck scratch the more, just make that dominant. Shoot the only time
in our entire relationship that he has been dominant in the bedroom was when he
got drunk and came over to my place wanting a little. I told him to go sleep it
off and I didn't want to be bothered. Big mistake on my part right; wrong, was
the first time that I had an orgasm where I seen stars. Was one of the reasons
why I married him on top of that. Next day he was all contrite and brought me
flowers and bought me a diamond tennis bracelet.
Only thing wrong was that I made him feel guiltier and shot off my big
mouth and told him I didn't want him to go out drinking any more and that he
left bruises all over my thighs and backside. Heck I had it made before I shot
off my mouth, I could have had him be aggressive and dominant and have little
presents afterwards. Wouldn't that have been nice? Shake your head yes. Well
kick that out the window. Didn't happen, he changed into a new man. He stopped
drinking. No more rough stuff for me in the bedroom. No more aggression. I
was stuck calling the shots. "Honey will you give me a little." "No dear, I am
sure it won't hurt me. If it does I will tell you to stop." "Yes dear, that is
the way I want it." Got to the point I didn't ask any more and I didn't offer
any more either. What was the point; oh yes those orgasms that he could give me
when I could force an issue. However, they were not those earth shattering,
star seeing, white hot burning and cumming orgasms like the one when he came to
my place a little drunk.
Thought it was the alcohol so I tried to get him drunk to recreate the
feeling. No such luck. Thought it was because I denied him. Tried to deny him
again, shoot I gave out before he did. I had to have some and I was getting to
where I didn't care if it was mediocre. Thought it was because he was mad at
me. So I tried to make him mad some more. Didn't clean the house for a week
and this made him mad enough to take away my spending money but that was all.
Didn't clean the house for two weeks and he said if I didn't want to clean house
then he would hire someone to clean it. Now we have someone that comes and
cleans house. Yippee, still no mind blowing orgasms. What next do I have to do
to get what I want?
What do I want? Hmmm I want to be dominated in and outside of the
bedroom. I want to be spanked. I wanted to be tied up and taken advantage of.
I want the force that comes with out asking "can I do this sweetie". Am I
asking too much? Do I really want too much from my man? He gives me everything
else. I have a nice car, two houses to live in, and beautiful jewelry. What
more could a girl ask for right? Well I want those white hot burning, earth
shattering, star seeing orgasms like he gave me when we were first together. I
am not asking too much. I deserve those for having to take care of our
finances. For making sure our money is invested so that he can retire at fifty
five instead of sixty five. For the investments that I have made that have
allowed us to take trips. For the investments that I have made to buy our
second home. Even though it was all done with our money (his money) (just say
it is mine, he never takes the time to say where what is spent where). For
making sure the place that he comes home to is well cared for and he has a meal
fit for a king. For me having to give up friends because he has old fashioned
beliefs that if he is not home then no man shall enter his home. So friends
that have gotten married gradually stop coming to visit because I can't let
their spouse in when he is not home. For having to sit at home and wait till he
comes, because no wife of his is going to work. This could be tomorrow, next
week, or next month before he even comes home from work. Shouldn't really
complain about these issues but I am, because I can.
I've hinted to him things that I would like to try. I learned a long
time ago never just to ask right out what it is that I want. "Would you tie me
up?" His response: "Are you crazy? No, only weird people do that." Well I
waited until he came home from work had the house cleaned and dinner on the
table. What a good wife is supposed to do. Right? After dinner I put in to
the DVD player some stupid action thriller movie that he likes to watch. I
wanted to get him into some kind of happy mood so that he would go to sleep with
out a care. I had to watch two of those suckers before he was ready to go to
bed and sleep. Told him that I wasn't tired and I wanted to stay up and work on
some stuff on the computer. So he went to bed without me.
While he was in bed I was planning. I had to wait till he got to sleep
before I took any action. The reason why, is the man out weighs me by seventy
pounds or more, and he was going to have a conniption with what I had planned.
Once I heard snoring it was time to act. I took off my stockings and tip toed
to the bed and made a slip knot in the foot of each. I gently put one knot
around his left wrist and wrapped the other end around the post (we have a queen
size rice bed with four posts and a center medallion) on my right at the top of
the bed. I started to pull very gently so as not to wake him up. I figured
about a foot length extra for his arms to have good reach. I tied the thigh
into a good old fashioned square not a few times before he woke up. He looked
at me and asked what I was doing. I said nothing just checking on him. He
didn't even realize that I had his left hand tied. I walked to the other side
of the bed and laid down putting my arms around him.
It seemed like I waited forever before he went back to snoring. Once he
started to snore again I pulled him towards me until he was on his back. Then I
took the other stocking and slipped the other knot around his right wrist. I
had just got it around the other post when he woke up again. That is when he
noticed his left hand was tied to the post. That is also when he tried to pull
his right hand away from the post that I had the stocking wrapped around. The
fight was on. I would pull and his hand would turn colors because he was
pulling against me and I had made it a slip knot so there was no in between on
tightness. It just kept getting tighter and tighter as he pulled and I pulled.
I didn't think I was going to make it. "Please baby, let me do this. You are
hurting yourself. I don't want you to hurt yourself. Stop fighting me."
"Get this fucking thing off my hand!"
"Don't talk like that it is impolite. You will like what I do, I
promise. Please stop fighting me."
"Impolite my ass. When you act like a lady I will treat you like one.
You are just being crazy. Now get this fucking shit off my hands. _ _ _ dammit
are you listening to me?"
I wanted to shut him up so bad it was unreal. I finally had to get up
and sit on his arm so that I could finish tying him up. Once I had his hands
tied I had to take a breather. I went over and turned on the lights and sat
down in his chair. I like the way the leather feels against my bare legs and
bottom. "I've told you before not to take the lord's name in vain. So please
stop." Of course he continued cursing at me. I know I deserved it, but it
still didn't make it right. I just had to shut him up so I got up and pulled my
panties down and walked over and shoved them in his mouth.
"If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. That's
what mother always said. So please do be quiet and stop fighting. You are good
and truly bound." I went back and sat down in his chair and thought about what
I was going to do next. I had to get something to finish tying him up with so I
started scavenging around our bed room. I got the belt off of my robe and tied
his right leg to the bed post. I had to find something strong and also
something that wouldn't hurt him. The second thing I found was a piece of silk
that I had in my sewing box.
Now I felt safe about what I was going to do. I walked up the side of
the bed and climbed up on the edge. He still pulled at the ties that I had
bound him with. Once I made sure he was good and bound I crawled up on his
chest and sat there looking into his eyes. "I asked you once if you would tie
me up and you said that was a crazy idea. Well what do you think about this
idea?" He pulled at the ropes and was trying to push my panties out of his
mouth. Hmmm hadn't thought of gagging him. He almost had them all the way out.
So I climbed back down and went to my dresser and retrieved one of my favorite
scarves and tied it around his mouth so that the panties couldn't get out. Then
I crawled back on his chest and sat there to see what he would do.
Well what could he do? Nothing that is the point, I had total control.
Just like I wanted him to do to me, I was now doing to him. "Now back to my
question, what do you think about my new idea? Not nice so far is it? But
think if you were in my place and I was in yours what would you do at this
point?" I started taking my skirt off and my blouse. My husband has this thing
for boobs. So I knew this would turn him on. Earlier that day when I knew he
was on the way home I went and bought a new bra at Fredrick's it was royal blue
with blue/black trimming. It had holes where the nipples are supposed to be and
mine were sticking out hard as ever. I thought it looked very good with my
milky white skin and my cherry red nipples. He must of too because when I threw
my hair back (my hair is quite long almost to my hips) and arched my back I felt
the little monster (my husband calls his dick Moby, but I prefer little monster.
Because it sure did scare me the first time) poking me in the back.
"Well you like my new gift I see." With me lying back on his stomach my
nipples are pointing directly up in the air. The effect I think is quite
dramatic. Too bad it is not the forth of July, I would be set with the red,
white and blue. I let my hair fall between his legs until my head is resting on
the little monster. Then I slowly start to sit up letting my hair drag against
the little monster and his friends. I sit up all the way and stretch out my
arms running them up his arms and scoot down on to his belly. Then I shove my
boobs into his face to where he cannot almost breathe. I pull back slightly and
run my nipples across his mustache and beard. This makes them harden even more
than they are. I want him to suck on them but I don't think he is ready to have
the gag taken off so I do the next best thing. I start to pinch and pull on my
nipples and rub my clit against his stomach. I am getting wet from this and I
want more stimulation. Is he ready to take the gag off? I know he can feel the
wetness against his stomach. Will he give me what I want?
"Do you want to be inside where it is nice and hot? Do you want me to
grind down on you and pull up nice and slow?" He shakes his head yes. Maybe it
is time to take the gag off. "If I take the gag off will you help me out and
not talk mean to me?" He shakes his head yes again. "Yes you will help me out
or yes you are going to be mean to me?" He shakes his head no.
"If you are mean to me I will shove it this back inside your mouth and
be done with my trying to give you any enjoyment. So don't be mean." I pull
the scarf out of his mouth and then pull my panties out. His mouth must be dry;
I can see his tongue circling his mouth.
"Is your mouth dry? Do you want something wet to make it better?"
"Yes, let me suck on your nipples." I shake my head no. "I said
something wet not something dry." I scoot all the way up his chest and put my
pussy right over his mouth and push down a little. Genius got it on first try
he did. Went right on my clit and started circling it with his tongue. I was
on my way yes sirree.
I grabbed a hold of the medallion on the center of our bed to keep my
balance and used it to pull myself forward and backward with ease. Yes sirree
Bob, I was on my way. I reached between my legs and pulled my lips apart with
one hand so I could feel more of that prickly tickly sensation of his mustache
and then rode his tongue like there was no tomorrow. Around his tongue would go
circling my clit and then I would have to clinch and shove his tongue back in my
hole. Around and around he worked his tongue until I had to clinch and POW I
would shove that wonderful thick tongue back in my hole.
This went on for a while until finally yes that almighty roaring clinch
that cannot stop. When the knees snap and the thighs want to close. My pelvic
arches and yes that glorious release is upon me. I have to let go of my pussy
lips and reach up and grab the medallion of our bed. I do not want to smother
the man in pussy and this is what will happen if I can't keep some control. His
tongue continues going in and out of my pussy and his nose keeps rubbing against
my clit keeping me totally stimulated. What a ride!!! What a ride!!! Oh me, Oh
my what a ride. I needed that!
I sit on his face for a little longer after I came just to get my
bearings back. My legs felt wobbly and weak. So I just laid back and rested
for a minute, while I caught my breath. My little monster seemed quite eager
for some attention so I rolled over and put one knee on each side of his head.
Then I put my pussy back on his mouth and grabbed his cock with my right hand
and his balls with my left. Yes I had a little cotton mouth and I needed it
quenched. That is what it was there for right?
"Do you want to be inside where it is nice and warm and wet?" He shakes
his head yes again. Well what else could he do? I had my clit back in his
mouth so no arguments could be gotten there.
I first licked that nice little pearly drop off the tip, umm. Then I
circled his crown with my tongue pulling it inside my mouth while rubbing my top
teeth gently against the back of his dick (learned to be gentle with the teeth,
I like teeth he doesn't oh well who is in charge this time?). I ease back to
let just his head enter my lips and stick my tongue down his hole makes him arch
into my mouth for more. I let him shove his cock down my throat once then pull
up slowly (great position for deep throating). Too fast to soon and I know he
will loose it and that is not my game for tonight. Thank you very much.
So I pull his cock out of my mouth and scoot a little forward (don't
want to loose contact on the clit action) and start to lick on his balls. Then
I pick those sweet suckers up and lick behind them (you know that oh so
sensitive spot between balls and asshole). I twirl my tongue up and down, up
and down, up and down. Side to side then back for the wood I go. I grab his
balls with my left hand again and give them a slight squeeze then I pull them
down away from his body so that his dick dances for me and each little bob it
makes I make a nice clean little sweep. I play this little game until my
husband stabs that oh so sweet tongue into my hole. That is when I take him all
the way into my mouth again and down my throat. I don't pull back until he
pulls his tongue out and then I pull his head out of my throat and then just
suck on his head and the top most part of the shaft.
We do this for awhile until I start to cum again. I wanted his dick in
my mouth but I couldn't get enough breath. I also couldn't keep the right
amount of contact on my clit and hole. I had to let go somewhere. It was
either keep sucking him and him getting off or it was for me to lean back and
get mine again. Well who is in charge here? Me that's right so of course I let
that beautiful dick go and rode that tongue for what it was worth. Bone
clinching, pussy snapping, oh so wonderful pelvic tilting breath shattering cum
that was.
All that would have made it perfect was a cock slamming in from behind
with my hands pulled out and my chest pressed down. Oooow Ya. (Little fantasy
of mine to be sucking one man's cock while getting eaten from same man and
getting screwed from behind by totally different man) Oh well maybe it will
happen.
Well I needed a breather after that and he needed a break for his
tongue. So up I got and went and sat in his chair. Marking my territory with
my cum dripping down my legs and onto his leather chair. Ooo that felt nice and
cool on my hot box.
"Where are you going? Honey what are you doing now?" I didn't want to
answer so I just sat quietly and watched him.
"Baby are you going to come back here and untie me and we can finish
what you started?" Still I refuse to answer. He still doesn't get it. I am in
charge and I don't want him to cum. "Baby please come back and suck my cock? I
am sorry for what I said earlier. Will you come back and untie me? Are you
done with your little craziness?"
"It's not being crazy and it's not being weird. It is something that I
want to do and something that I would like you to do to me. Oh just shut up and
let me do what I want to do. It's not like you can object right now." I sat
there contemplating my next move and totally blocked out his little whinny
voice.
If I did my next idea I might not see the sun rise. But I have always
heard of how men liked their prostrate rubbed and I thought if I could get his
legs untied and then maybe pull his legs back towards his chest I could
accomplish two goals at once.
The problem was though that I had tried the prostrate thing once before
with my finger and he had such a hissy fit about only queers liking that sort of
thing that I know if I took my vibrator or dildo (some toys that I bought off of
the internet that he knew nothing about) to his little asshole there would be
hell to pay once he got untied (and I am not talking about him tying me up and
taking advantage of me). And even if he did like it, it might cause mental
anguish. By him thinking he had homosexual tendencies. I wanted a dominant man
not a wuss. So I guess me spanking him would be out of the question also since
I was going to use the prostate enhancer to keep him hard during the spanking
along with a little oral stimulation.
Well now what to do? What to do? For a woman that doesn't work,
doesn't clean house, doesn't have kids and doesn't have crap to do all day. I
should have been better prepared. Well the problem is I don't want him to cum
and I want to continue cumming so that means I have to stop the flow. Hmmm
...cock ring that is what is needed in this situation. Now I didn't have one of
those laying around handy so the inventive creature that I am decided on using
what else but rubber bands looped together to form a long strand then of course
a slip knot at the end and the other end used to tighten away. Yippy kie aaay.
So I jumped up and ran into the front hall and grabbed a handful of
rubber bands and got to work putting them together. I could hear him calling my
name and I wanted him to wonder about what I was doing, so on the way back I put
the rubber bands under my hair and grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen.
Once I got back to our room I wrapped the tea towel around his head and
covered his eyes completely. He was still hard as stone and still not going
anywhere until I said so. So of course I was happy. As soon as that was
completed I put my little slip knot of rubber bands around his dick while using
my mouth so that he could not feel it going on. Of course he didn't feel it.
He felt the heat of my mouth, the flicking of my tongue, and the anticipation of
finally getting to cum. Ha. I placed the ring of rubber bands at the base of
his cock and started to pull tautly (did you know that rubber bands catch hair
and pulls it? Who knew not me.). Of course he flinched when those first few
hairs came out. But I had a plan and I was going through with it no matter
what.
Well time to get on that wonderful tongue again. Didn't want to listen
to him whine and moan about a few hairs. Shoot I wax mine and that is a lot
more than a few. He actually tried to bite me. Well we will see about that,
won't we? Bite me I bite back. That is exactly what I did. I bit the very tip
of his dick. You know the spot, right where the pee hole is. Well that is
where I bit down. And you would think I committed bloody murder with that
little nip of a bite. I swear my sister could have heard him scream in the next
county if she had her windows open that night.
Well back go the panties and the scarf. I don't want the police called
by the neighbors. Could you imagine explaining that one to a police officer?
"Yes officer everything is ok. My husband and I were just playing games and I
got a little over excited. Yes it was me that screamed (Ya right). You want to
talk to my husband; well he is a little tied up right now. Does it really
matter if I say it was me that screamed?" No thank you, I don't want to deal
with that.
I killed the little monster. He was shrinking right before my eyes. Oh
well, time to kiss it and make it better. Did you know that a man's knees have
a nice hard curvature that fits well between a woman's thighs? Well now you
know. That is where I went and sat. And of course he was still not interested
in helping me out so I took his pillow and shoved it under his knee so that it
would bend nicely and that bone would stick out just soooo. Yes just so good.
I straddled that knee with my little clitty pressed up tight and did that slow
rock and roll rhythm.
As soon as I got my juices flowing and was back in the mood I reached up
and started running my nails down his chest and sides. Don't you like those
little goose bumps? I had to get him hard again so of course the best way is
with my mouth. Therefore I grabbed his dick with my mouth and started to suck
on the head of his dick. This gave my hands wandering time. Or should I say my
nails (yes they are long, yes they are real). I press my nails into the side of
his hips and then reach back and press them into his rear. This makes him arch
into my mouth right where I want him.
I continue sucking his dick while twirling my tongue around it for some
time. I guess it really did hurt when I bit him. It is taking longer than
usually for him to get hard. Finally I am getting him to respond to my mouth's
attention and I gradually start pulling on my little rubber band lead. He
finally gets fully hard and I have those rubber bands wrapped around his dick
tight. Ooo la la. His dick looks engorged beyond belief. I swear he gained a
good half inch or more in girth. The skin was stretched tautly all the way
around and the whole thing just glistened with my spit and his precum. Now the
fun was back on.
I jumped off my bed and went to the armoire and on the top shelf behind
the kotex, tampons, and other feminine hygiene products sat Sam and Henry (my
vibrator and dildo). One place my husband would never snoop, he has this
aversion to anything remotely dealing with the "that time of the month" (ever
hear of a woman's period lasting forty seven days? Mine did he thought. Too
much of a chicken to find out.).
Hence I crawled up between his legs with Henry at the ready (just put
new batteries in last week) and turned him on low and started to rub that cold
tip against the back of my husband's rock hard cock. Yes he jumped but he
settled down right away. I would slide ol' Henry down his cock with my mouth
following and then back up again following my mouth. Figured what the hell, if
Henry could give me a buzz then what was good for the gander was good for the
goose. Right? Right!
I did this until I felt him start to push more in my mouth and his
buttocks start to clinch. That is when I stopped, no cumming for you mister. I
reached down between my legs and started to rub Henry across my clit. Yes, what
is good for the goose is good for the gander. This gave him time to settle down
and me time to heat back up. After a few swipes across my clit I knew I wanted
something inside. Was it safe to climb on top? Would he shoot like a sky
rocket if I did? The only way to find out is if I did, therefore that is
exactly what I did.
I stood up on our bed and turned towards the mirror that sits on my
vanity at the foot of the bed and then proceeded to squat on that big hunk of
hard meat. I wish I could get my legs on the outside of his comfortably but his
legs are spread too wide. I watch in the mirror as the head of his dick enters
me. His dick looks so red it is almost purple up against my whiteness. The
picture is so erotic with my pussy just sitting on the head of his dick I just
want to leave it there for a few minutes. He is trying to coax me down by
making his meat do that little dance and I am entranced by the show.
I can't take it anymore. I just plop down on his dick in one fell swoop
ramming his head against my cervix. Oh me, oh my, oh yes, you don't have to ask
why. The sensation inside of me is one of complete fullness with all my inner
nerves working over time. He does that little dance of his inside of me to get
me to move, but I just want to feel that fullness. Therefore I clinch down on
my pussy and he groans. I got to have that feeling again. So while I am
clinched down on his dick I pull up and watch in the mirror as his dick slides
out of my pussy. I get to the head of his dick just resting inside my lips and
I pause to watch in the mirror for a bit. Then I slam back down and oh yes,
there it is again. His head is right up on my cervix pushing it in. He starts
to arch like he is ready to cum so I just sit there.
Yes, I just sit there and feel those oh so sensational feelings. Then I
reach down and grab Henry and place one end against my clit and the other
against his balls. I let that buzz there on my clit until I couldn't help but
clinch tight. That feeling when you are full and then trying to clinch just
won't let you release. Oh that feeling when you know that you are going to cum
and you want it more. You want it faster, you want it deeper, and you just have
to let go or else you will shatter. Yes that all consuming body clinching
feeling was upon me.
"Push it up! Push it up! Way up!" I can't move, my muscles have
locked up. He can't move he is tied down. "Oh God fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Why can't we be in reverse positions? I should be the one tied up not him.
Someone spank my ass, someone spank my thighs, someone please spank my pussy
make me have that white hot, earth shattering, star seeing cum like before.
This is all I could think about and it wasn't happening.
Talking about frustration, I was totally frustrated. I threw Henry over
on my chair. I was almost there and lost it. All because he was tied down and
not me. All because I couldn't get that extra sensation of those little slaps
where I needed them most. All because I had a spouse that was afraid that he
would hurt me. Just look at me I am 5' 11", 153 pounds, I have a 50" chest with
a 29" waist and 48" hips. My ass was made to be spanked. My thighs were built
to take the punishment. They were smooth sleek with all the muscle lines
showing from ankle up to the top of my thigh on the outside. On the inside they
had a little roundness. That when I was standing with my legs together I had
what my husband called a dick hole that you could see through at the top next to
my pussy. Yes my hip bones stuck out in front butt my bottom was nice and
padded and could take the pain. Just give it to me please.
I give up, it is not happening. I pull the rubber bands off his dick.
(Dam the little monster is purple.) I untie his feet and climb back on top of
him facing him this time and bend and suck on his nipples. At least he is going
to get off good. I grind my clit down on him and then slide back up. Then I
just get into that rhythm of up and down. Stop and grind. Up and down. Stop
and grind. Until he cums and I cum a little. I reach up and untie the scarf
from his mouth and get back my panties. After that I untie the tea towel from
his eyes and just look at him looking at me. He can see the disappointment in
my eyes I am sure. He is used to it by now, put hey what can you do except try
something new. I just wish he would try it too.
"Are you done baby?" he asks.
I don't say a thing. I just sat there looking at him. I loved him with
all my heart and he loved me. However, much he gave me in material things he
couldn't or wouldn't give me what I wanted most. You know what I wanted was
that earth shattering; a tear slips down my face. White hot burning, another
tear falls on to his chest. Star seeing, I fall forward and just cry. I just
want that orgasm like when he and I did it that night all those years ago when I
said no and he said yes and he gave me more than anybody ever had before.
