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The silly old laptop was radiating extreme heat onto my lap and into my whole body, as I was browsing through the videos, clicking on anything that even remotely resembled the topic I was researching. I started to realise, there wasn’t much online about the actual practicalities of tying yourself up to your marital bed to surprise your husband, to surprise and tempt him into a little bit of kink.After almost twenty years of marriage, and the recent anxieties surrounding this pandemic, the spark just wasn’t there anymore. We were never into anything too spicy for a start but always enjoyed a bit of outdoor adventure, a bit of role-play and lots of sex. Well, more than the once a month we have now anyway.The realization that we have to do something about it was a gradual process. It all started when we were watching a movie a few weeks ago with one of those scenes, where the couple sweeps everything off the kitchen table or counter to have wild passionate sex on it. “I always wanted to try that,” I said, turning to Drew. A childish giggle was my attempt to mask my embarrassment over dreaming about something like that.“Would you not cry over your spilled coffee and favourite mug and moan about having to clean up the mess?” he laughed at my suggestion. But a few days later, I came home from work after a late meeting, and I noticed that the kitchen table had all plastic plates, cutlery and a cheap old vase on it, one I’d never seen before. It even had a bunch of flowers in it. First I thought he prepared some sort of special dinner for me. Was I in for a surprise when all that setting went flying across the room.I’m of a petite size but was still very impressed that he could lift me up and throw me over the dinner table with such a force as he did. Maybe we weren’t as wild as the couple in that movie but we’ve discovered that the height of the table was just perfect for a special kind of deep penetration, massaging me in places I’ve never experienced before.Then about a week ago, I felt very frisky when we were driving on an empty country road and I gave him a blow job, which he reciprocated with going down on me as soon as we were home and gave me an orgasm. That still makes my toes curl up when I think about it.It seemed we started something amazing here. And it was my turn to figure out the next step. An obvious choice was to add some sort of sex toy, maybe. My friends always talk about their rabbit vibrators, singing high praises about them. I often feel a bit prudish and behind time for not owning any kinky toy at all. I mustered all my courage and brazenly stepped foot in a sex store for the very first time in my life. And it wasn’t even half as intimidating as I expected.It was a discreet little shop just off the high street. The windows had sexy underwear sets on display and a few of some of the less intimidating vibrators, all boxed. The inside of the store consisted of many smaller rooms to be able to browse in relative privacy. The store person was a young girl, maybe around twenty-five, with dark bubble gum pink hair and a cute nose piercing.“Let me know if I can help with anything,” she said with a smile.I was about to turn away to leave me to browse in peace, when gathering the little confidence I had I called after her, “I’m looking for a ‘rabbit’ actually.”She led me to a shelf and did a sweeping motion in front of the rows and rows of silicone toys. “Any color or size you want.” Then she added on a friendly, somewhat secretive tone, “In my experience you don’t need one with too many settings, these are all wickedly powerful.”I picked up a pink one. It felt soft and a bit squidgy in my hand and I finally realized why are they called the ‘rabbit’. I playfully flicked the ‘ears’, toying it. The girl made a deep grunting kind of sound then said, “God, they are so intense. I find the best way to use them is almanbahis if someone ties you down and goes very slow with it.”I really appreciated the expert advice. I also had an inkling feeling that she wouldn’t mind showing me what she meant exactly. But she kept me at ease with a friendly smile, not to make it too obvious.“Yes, I’ll take one of these… Maybe in all of the colors,” I joked. She seemed amused and her smile was cute, oh so cute. I’ve never ever looked at a girl in that way. “No, just the pink one.” I grinned at the double meaning referring to her pink hair.“Anything else at all?” she enquired, strolling back to the front towards the cash register.“Maybe next time.” I gave her a soft smile while searching my bag for my purse.Once at home, I started to research the whole tying-down scenario online. She’d planted a seed of possibilities and curiosity into my mind. A whole new world just opened up to me with that search, where suddenly the main question was whether someone was dominant or submissive. I figured, if I – theoretically – will be the one being tied up and having things done to, that would make me the submissive. All of that sounded really lush.Now, I just had to figure out how to go about serving this newly purchased fantasy to my darling husband. One cannot just spill out to her other half over dinner, “Honey, I want you to be more dominant with me. I want you to tie me up to the bed and make me come with this new rabbit vibrator, ‘till my world shatters into tiny rainbow shards.’” I didn’t see myself doing that, even if I had made oysters for dinner that particular day.That night when Drew stayed up to finish some work at the computer, I couldn’t resist and brought my new pink friend to bed. All the images, I’ve seen online came back, as I imagined that little cutie from the sex store squirming under tight restraints, in thrones of orgasms – possibly even while being gagged, her nipples played with roughly. As the rabbit’s ears buzzed gently on my clit, the dildo was making me feel fuller than I’d ever been before. I also imagined Drew holding it inside, watching me, moving it in and out.I was contemplating walking out to the living room and just brazenly showing him my new purchase, maybe even while it was still slick with my juices. Then I stopped myself, I had to plan this wisely. This had the possibility to steer us into a whole new exciting direction, so I mustn’t rush things, I thought.The next few days, I spent on internet search engines trying to figure out ‘how to make your husband more dominant.’ I actually used that very question in the search bar. But all the advise seemed to say ‘talk to him.’ I still didn’t see myself doing that and I wished I had half of the confidence and openness of that girl in the store.Then I stumbled upon an article saying ‘tie yourself up to the bed and surprise him.’ That led me straight to a rope bondage channel run by two gay men. They didn’t take themselves too seriously, their videos were informative and entertaining peppered with hilarious puns. The way they handled the ropes twisting it around their wrists, especially the more dominant ‘daddy’, left me staring at the screen agape. I was getting extremely turned on. I imagined those knots pressing against my skin, those restraints holding me down, so helpless and out of control.I couldn’t wait for Friday evening to turn my fantasies into action. As always, I got home before Drew and it was time to get prepared. Using some old scarfs, I made four loops on the four corners of the bed frame, in a way that I learned online. I had to get the length right too.I folded up all the bedding and put it away into the closet, leaving only the bottom bedsheet and a single pillow on the bed. I placed my new pink rabbit on the nightstand. I thought about leaving it in the box to be more discreet, but then I almanbahis yeni giriş decided I didn’t want to risk hubby not spotting it. Besides, I was to be spread-eagled on the bed completely naked—being discreet was out of the window already.The magnitude of what I was about to do tonight was almost too heavy to carry on my own. I needed to share it with Drew; I had to give him a few hints, so I decided to send him a few titillating text messages. First, I looked up the front of the sex store online on a 3D map, screenshotted it and sent it to him with the caption ‘I’ve been shopping.’ When a few minutes later he asked what I’d bought, I tried to come up with other sexy clues and I looked up the description of the rabbit vibrator I’d bought. As it was called the ‘Frenzy Bunny’ I copied these words from its description ‘Something that is silky smooth and works one into a frenzy.’ Alluring words without revealing much. Perfect.Of course, he tried to pry more information out of me but I texted him that he has to hurry home to find out. I just hoped he wasn’t going to leave work too early though. That would have possibly ruined my plans and not left enough time for preparation.I’d planned this experience to be a sensory-deprived silent affair and I wanted to get the message across to him somehow. I’ve printed and cut out two little signs earlier, one for the hallway, one for the bedroom door with a finger pressed to sexy red lips reading the caption “Shhhhh!”I usually leave my pubic hair quite natural, shaving just the bikini line and trimming the rest a bit, but today I decided to shave everything off leaving just a small patch of short hair on my mons. If he’s going to spend a long time there, I’m sure it’s a more ‘appetizing’ look.■■■It’s 7 pm, he should be here any minute. I’m on the bed naked now and everything’s prepared. I hear the front door being slammed, Drew calling out my name. I slip my feet into the lower loops and pull them secure around my ankles. The blindfold is set on my forehead.With a heavy audible sigh, I put my left wrist through the loop beneath the headboard and pull it taut. Then I block the visual world out by lowering the blindfold – well, an old sleeping mask that has been upgraded to a blindfold – onto my eyes.The darkness is not what I was expecting at all. First of all, it’s not even black, but different shades of grey, with shadows dancing around like deep unknown sea creatures swimming around in murky waters. Behind the dark curtain there is a film rolling, but I don’t have time to submerge into that world as I hear my husband’s footsteps getting nearer to the door. I feel around to find the last loop and pull that one secure too.A sudden panic sets in, what if he thinks I’m not home and leaves to look for me someplace else? I’m going to be trapped in here for hours. I feel my chest rise and fall rapidly.Then I hear him opening the bedroom door and I relax. Trying to imagine his face when he sees me like this makes me smile to myself. I wonder whether he will go straight for my most sensitive parts or kiss and tease me for quite a while. My nipples harden almost painfully and my legs are trying to pull up involuntarily with that thought. My self-inflicted restraints keep them stretched and open and for the first time the amazing feeling of vulnerability and helplessness takes over.But then my insecurities flare up again, what if he thinks I’m crazy and won’t be into any of this? What if I’m just embarrassing myself being so wanton and direct? The hot burning feeling of embarrassment spreads from the pit of my stomach to every part of my body. Not seeing his face makes it a hundred times worse.Whatever his reaction will be, it’s too late to change my mind and chicken out now. I hear nothing for long seconds, he is probably standing by the bed taking in my nakedness and vulnerability. almanbahis giriş He must have seen the ‘shhh’ signs as he still hasn’t said a word or made any kind of sound. I want him to touch me so much, not only to satisfy my physical needs but to calm my nerves too.I finally feel the sinking of the mattress on the left side of the bed. I draw in a very deep breath as if the vacuum I create in the air could draw his hand, his tongue onto my body. Every inch of my body is in high alert as I don’t know where that milestone first touch is going to hit.Kisses on my tummy, of course, he almost always starts with that. Please hurry and please go lower or higher, I want you! I squirm under the ticklish butterfly strokes of his tongue. I’m so sensitive, I would most certainly wiggle away from him but the restraints keep me there for him to be played with as he pleases. He decides to be a tease and draw this out forever, damn.A long pause. Okay, okay, I take my greedy unspoken words back just continue, please.He’s kissing his way up my shoulder and neck. The warmth of his breath strokes my skin like the first sun rays of spring after a long and frosty winter. His lips are making barely audible smacking sounds against my skin. I’m not ticklish anymore. My body moves like the waves of the ocean and he’s the wind controlling their rhythm and strength.Now I’m glad he’s playing it slow and making me wait. The anticipation highlights all my senses, making me so horny and wet. I want him to see it, to smell it, to let him know what he’s doing to me, how much this is turning me on, how much I want him.He’s repositioning himself between my legs and he is drawing wet lines with his tongue on my calf then up on my inner thigh. I’m trying to stay silent but when he’s so close… It is almost impossible. The restrained sighs turn into desperately ragged breath. He’s almost there, can almost taste me. I can feel his warm breath but his lips, his tongue remains upsettingly far.When he moves around the bed again, I scream inside, ‘Nooo!’, which escapes my lips in a form of an anguished whimper. I didn’t expect it to be this difficult to remain silent. He’s kissing my forehead and my cheeks now. If I wasn’t tied up, I’d probably try to punch him at this point. I’m tempted to rebel with words at least and tell him ‘what the hell is he thinking? He needs to go back to my pussy and continue what he started down there.’ I open my mouth to voice my displeasure but at that very second he kisses my lips roughly, muffling me.Uhmm mmm, I liked that. I liked him silencing me and being so assertive. Or was that unintentional and he had no idea, what I was about to do?While contemplating those thoughts, I’m drifting into a fantasy world where he is even more rough and holds me down. Drops of moisture run down my labia, cascading down onto the bedsheets. I feel gentle strokes on my thigh again followed by his slow, teasing kisses. I writhe, I grind my hips wishing that those waves would drift him closer to my pussy.I can’t wait any longer. “Please,” I sigh audibly. He covers my lips with his palm and goes on kissing my arms, from my wrist up to my shoulder, then onto my collarbone.Suddenly, he replaces his palm with his lips, I part mine giving him compliant access to explore. His tongue goes in for very deep French kisses, then he playfully nibbles on my lips, which are so swollen and sensitive now. I’m sure he can feel and see it too as now he is playing with them, rubbing them with his fingertips. I imagine him playing with my clit in that same fashion, which is just as swollen and attention-seeking as my lips.He feeds me two of his fingers sliding them over my bottom lip reminding me once again of their puffy sensitive arousal. I suck his digits eagerly grinding my hips against cold empty air. The breeze tickle and entice my moist lower lips. Oh my god, he’s driving me crazy.Then all of a sudden, he’s gone again. Not only his lips, his fingers but also his radiating body heat and his weight off the bed. Please tell me, he’s undressing and it’s not just another tease.
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