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They had been waiting for this for so long. With work schedules and the kids it often gets hard to find time for each other, especially now that he was out on the road again. Seems that all they can fit in are little quickies here and there. Skype and texting kept them in contact, but it wasn’t the same. They had no time to really play and enjoy each other. Today though, they luck out. The kids are both away at camp and he returns from a much too long trip away.

She had been so excited all day with the anticipation of a long evening and weekend with her husband, just the two of them, no interruptions. She’s missed him, his stern look and strong hands. She had been excited enough just knowing she would see him at the end of the day. She finally had to give up on her sopping panties after his texts started coming in…

“I’m so hot for you babe. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I want to taste that sweet, sweet pussy of yours.”

“I am aching for you babydoll.”

“Be ready when I get there. You know the position.”

She was certain her co-workers knew something was up. She hadn’t been able to focus on a thing all day. She was glad to have been able to get out of the office early. She couldn’t imagine the state she would be in if she had to stay and finish off the day. This way she could wait at home, alone, with no one to witness her complete unraveling.

She was both excited and fearful while laying out the things he had told her to. Some were exciting… the plug, the flogger, the clamps… but one set of items, one piece of it in particular, had her shaking. He told her to take out the leather restraint system he had purchased on his last trip out west. This made her uneasy enough, but there was a ball gag with it and that was what completely terrified her. She had nearly died the one and only time she had been gagged. It was not something she wanted to experience again, ever.

While still in her late teens, she had met a guy at a local bar. A stranger with a hot accent in town with friends during Easter break. He was cute and she was drunk, and in the end she had made a major error in judgement. That was the way she looked at it. She felt it was completely her fault.

Why did I let him do that to me? What the hell was I thinking letting him tie me up and stick that fucking gag in my mouth? I was thinking it’d be hot and kinky. I was thinking that I didn’t want to be the prude anymore. I wanted to go have some wild experiences of my own. I wasn’t thinking about the fact that I had just met him, barely hours earlier, that I didn’t even know him. His name was Jim Bartons. I only know this now because it was in the police report. What an idiot I was!

She had an asthma attack and this stranger who had picked her up at a bar did nothing to help her until it was nearly too late. He had left her, gasping and unable to get breath, until she passed out before doing anything. Even then he didn’t immediately do anything for fear of what would happen to him. He was conflicted about whether to call 911 or just bail on the whole messed up situation. Thankfully he did call and she was saved, resuscitated actually. Death had been on her.

Enough! She did not want to dwell on this any longer. Her husband was coming home and she wanted to focus on that. She decided a nice hot bath would do the trick. It would help calm her down and take her mind off of that damn gag. Was he really planning on using it she wondered. Another shiver ran down her spin. She was not ready for that.

As she soaked in the hot sudsy bath she began to let the memories go. The classical melodies of Bach combined with the scents of lavender and jasmine soothed her. All the negative thoughts and feelings floated away. She relaxed and put everything but the thought of her husbands return out of her mind. He liked when she was fresh from the bath. She was well aware.

In addition to the items he had told her to lay out, he also told her she was to take charge when he arrived. She was not used to being the one in control, the one leading their activities. She would take control, she would make him proud. The idea of this excited her very much. Though really, she knew she wasn’t the one in control. It was nice of him to make it appear as such.

She took her time towelling off and drying her hair. No jewelry or perfumes this evening. Fresh and natural was his preference. Dressed in nothing more than one of his old white dress shirts, she padded downstairs to get a glass of wine and wait.

He had told her the position, as if he needed to, as if it wasn’t her fetish.



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This is what happened after Her Fetish.


He was very proud of her. She had greeted him just as he had told her to, wearing one of his white dress shirts and nothing else. This one didn’t fit him now of course, but damn she looked mighty fine in it. She did a wonderful job of taking control of the moment too. He did push, to see if she would falter, but she was a good girl and didn’t let him take over.

She is a most wonderful cock sucker. From the very first time her lips touched his cock he knew it was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Not like so many other women who felt they had to do it. No, she wanted it. More so, she craved it. If he were to give her the choice of activity she would choose sucking his cock to most anything else.

He was going to show her just how much he loved her, how much he missed her while he had been away. He knew it was hard on her with him on the road so much lately. There was a lot of time to make up for. There were punishments to be doled and rewards to be reaped, but first he was going to work on fixing a problem. She would soon remember who was really in charge.

Leading her to the bedroom he found she had once again obeyed his instruction. He was impressed with how well she was taking to this new dynamic in their relationship. She had laid out all the items he had told her to. Everything neatly arranged on the side of the bed. He wondered how excited she had been, how wet, pulling each piece and setting the scene.

white_shirt_by_mallorkaThe bed had been made with those deep blue sheets they had picked up on their last trip to Paris. Indigo she had called them. All he knew was that they were luxurious and she loved them. Anything to help make her more comfortable as he took her on this journey of discovery. Blue sheets and an old dress shirt were her comfort items.

Today he was going to reintroduce her to bondage with the new restraints. He knew she was still weary of it after her first time with that bloody bloke who nearly killed her. That had happened long before they met but it still haunted her. He wanted to send those old memories packing. This time he was going to show her how wonderful it could be.

He had purchased a leather set with wrist and ankle cuffs, adjustable tethers, and a blindfold. There was also a ball gag, but that would have to wait for another time. He hadn’t told her to forgo the gag so she had included it with the rest of the items. Even though it scared her more than anything he had ever witnessed, she still obeyed when he had told her to take the restraints out. He now put the gag back in the drawer.

Where earlier she had been eager and full of confidence, fear has since come to rest within her. She has crawled onto the bed and sits there now, on her knees, waiting for him to apply the restraints. Her breath haggard as she struggles with the demons inside.

“It’s ok baby, I am not going to hurt you. This time will be different. Just trust me.”

“I do.” she says, looking up into his eyes. And with those two little words she begins to relax.

The leather is so very soft on her wrists and ankles. She had expected it to be much harsher against her delicate skin. He had obviously put a lot of thought and money into this. She was thankful for many things, not the least of which was this wonderfully thoughtful and caring man she called husband.

With the restraints now on, he helps her to her back on the bed before adding the blindfold. He can still see the fear in her eyes and reiterates that she is going to be ok, that he is going to take care of her. She closes her eyes and lets him put the blindfold on.

He grazes her cheek lightly, then holds her a moment as he kisses her. Slowly, tenderly, his hands move over her body caressing and massaging gently along every curve, every dimple. His hands are followed by a trail of kisses that do not miss a spot. Even her cute little belly button gets invaded by his finger and tongue. He can feel her beginning to relax under his touch. This pleases him. He smiles.

He now reaches that hot spot between her legs. The dripping wetness from earlier had subsided but it is building again. She has let go of the fear and only arousal remains. He feels the heat rising within her. He knows how to push the right buttons.. how to flick his tongue against her clit.. how to lick and suckle it.. how to move his fingers inside of her until she gushes her sweet juices.

He teases first, just the tip of his tongue at her opening. She wants more. She tries to move her hips but the restraints won’t let her. She is at his mercy. He hears her whimper as she fails to get him inside her. She is dripping now. Hot sweet juices drenching her pussy. She is quickly reaching her limit. Again she tries to move her hips. Still nothing. Another whimper escapes.

He delves deep into her, her juices covering his face, his chin. His hands join in, fingers sliding in and out, first one then two. Come hither they say, and she does. Her whimper becomes loud moans of pleasure, her body bucks in orgasm and she gushes, body twitching uncontrollably, her wetness covering everything.

He undoes her cuffs, pulls a sheet up around her, and holds her. Stroking her hair, soothing her as her body begins to come down from its high. The blindfold stays on as she is not yet ready to come back to reality. It also serves as protection from the bright sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window.

“Good Girl” he says, still soothing her. “Good Girl.”



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Her Fetish

This is what happened after Beware Strangers and Gags.


She sits on the bottom step dressed in nothing more than one of his white dress shirts, cuffs rolled and the fewest of buttons done. No panties. No bra. Her nipples are hard and free and the heat between her legs is rising. Her cunt, just like her mouth, is aching for him. She has been craving him all day… his touch, his scent, his taste… She wants him, all of him, every inch, every drop.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHe has been away for far too long and although she can barely stand the wait herself, she wants to take her time and reacquaint herself with his body. Slowly, ever so slowly, taking her time with every inch, but first she wants to…

The doorbell rings and she jumps, disturbed from her sensual reverie.

She opens the door to him. He leans in for a kiss as she closes and latches the door. She does not desire any uninvited guests this evening. She desires only him.

He pushes her up against the wall and kisses her hard. There is an urgency in his kiss, a need to be closer to her, to engulf her, to consume her. To say he wants her too would be an understatement. He holds her close, hands flat and firm against her back. Then he reaches up, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back and slightly to the side so her neck is exposed to him. She lets out a soft moan as he gently kisses, then nibbles, her neck.

She unzips his coat and puts her arms inside, wrapping them around him. His scent intoxicates her. The warmth from his body feels so good. It spreads through her and calms her, grounds her to this moment. She moves down and deftly undoes his leather belt then the top button of his Levi’s. One arm goes back to hugging around his waist while the other massages his growing hardness through his jeans.

Now it’s his turn. He lets out a low carnal moan as they kiss and their tongues explore the depths of each other’s mouths. Ice blue eyes focus on her own bewitching hazel ones as she continues to fondle him.

Her hands now make quick work of the remaining buttons, pushing both his jeans and boxer briefs down slightly to free his erection. She has missed this beautiful piece of him. It is perfection.

Pushing him back against the door, she kneels and gently takes him fully into her mouth, slowly releasing, then in again… and out … Her tongue flicks the tip and laps at his shaft as she does. His erection grows fully, bigger, firmer. She takes her time with him for a slow build to his first orgasm with her in weeks. This is her fetish and she wants to savor it.

Hands continue to fondle as she releases him, goes lower, and leisurely licks a path from scrotum to tip. Lightly at first then again with more force, stopping to take each of his balls into her mouth and sucking before coming back to the tip and taking him in again. His pre-cum is already dripping. Another moan and he gasps as she sucks the pre-cum from him, playing with the underside of his penis, then she takes him in again and releases with teeth gently teasing from base to tip. This is what she’s been longing to hear, his moans of pleasure.275px-c3a9douard-henri_avril_20

He reaches down to guide her, to grab her hair and fuck her mouth. His hips thrust his hard cock into her, to the back of her throat. She takes his hands in each of her own and holds them down against the back of his thighs. She is the one in control. She won’t make him wait too long though.

She tilts her head back and looks up at him, seeing the plea in his eyes, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, her throat. Her leisurely pace picks up as she senses his orgasm coming. She is hungry for him now. She licks and sucks and pushes. She wants to taste him. Now.

She releases his hands and grabs his naked ass forcing him into her, forcing herself onto him. She knows what he wants, what he needs. She tightens her lips around his cock, sucking him in, then lets go of his ass and grabs the base of his cock with her left hand, cupping his balls and squeezing. With her right she rubs the sensitive line between his balls and ass with a firm pressure. His breath quickens, he thrusts into her, and an “oh fuck” escapes just as his cum fills her mouth.

He tastes so damn good. She wants to be greedy but she can’t. She promised. With her mouth still full of his cum she stands up and kisses him deeply, passionately, and completely.

His hand finds her hot aching cunt and his fingers slide easily in. She can feel her own sweet juices running down her thighs.

“Hi” she whispers into his ear.

“Hello” he says, smiling back at her.




This story has also been submitted to The Fellatio Project on Stranded In Toronto.

The lovely Kayla Lords has chosen this piece as her first guest post on her blog A Sexual Being.

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