My name is Todd. I am a 'Middle America', male W.A.S.P. who is edging closer to the big four zero. I married my college girlfriend, Lynn, who is three years my senior, when I was just under twenty. I got my degree, got a job and started a family soon after.
In the twenty years since then Lynn and I have developed an intimacy based on trust, knowledge and experience. Practice makes perfect is a beautiful cliché when the practice is so much fun. That level of intimacy really started to climb when on our tenth anniversary, a surprise trip to Vegas, we started experimenting with bondage and submission. In the years since we have added a lot of role playing, public sex and a little exhibitionism to the repertoire.
Last time I shared one of my favorite role playing games, this time it is about fulfilling one of Lynn's fantasies a few years back. I will note ahead of time that like all really good bondage and domination everything we do is consensual. Any pain, embarrassment or degradation is the product of a lot of discussion and experimentation. It is simply not fun unless you both enjoy it.
It started with Lunch. Lynn and I have lunch together on Thursdays. Besides a bite to eat and some quality time staring at her cleavage if the blouse was cut low enough, we used it as a verbal foreplay for our play dates on Friday evenings when we have the house to ourselves. In most restaurants or fast food shops there is enough white noise that we could talk, provided we didn't go into details too much, about ideas for upcoming play dates.
Lynn's fortieth birthday was coming up so I had asked ideas for something new she would like to celebrate.
She paused, taking a bite, then in a quiet voice said "How about being kidnapped?" Seeming to read my mind, she shook her head, "And I don't mean like a surprise weekend getaway. I mean being taken, stripped, tied in public and left to be used by whoever." Lynn's voice had become a whisper as she leaned into me. She sat back, "But that's not really an option."
That was an unfortunate truth. Over the years as our adventures increased and Lynn's exhibitionistic nature began to grow, we realized that we needed to remember something too many younger people forget. All actions have repercussions. We both had careers, were involved in the community and had children to consider.
Lynn saves her exhibitions, mild as they are, and our turns at public sex for 'couples' vacations, whether they are weekend getaways or week long cruises. There we could have anonymity and make sure nothing got back to our world. Even Lynn's exhibitionistic turns came when she could be disguised (wigs, glasses) and the chance of being recorded was nil. What she had described would require a lot of planning, knowledge of the area, and privacy. Things that are not easy when you are not familiar with the area and on a limited schedule.
We finished our lunch and a few days later I ended up giving Lynn a pearl necklace for her birthday—both a real one and the sexual term—but the idea had taken root in the back of my head. However I could not figure out how to make it work without risking more than we were willing.
It was months later when I found my inspiration. My two boys are in scouting and at a meeting one of the Dads mentioned his younger son doing the fishing derby at Whitman's pond. The pond, belonged to the family of one of my younger son's friends and they allowed the local pack to fish there usually one weekend early in the summer each year. He also used it for big family get togethers and the occasional weekend away. It was located about ten miles out of the city, far enough out that the area was mostly farm land, on a country road that had seen better days. A broken down barn marked the turn off, onto a private dirt road that within fifty yards turned into nothing more than two furrows in the grass.
The next day I took off work a little early and drove up to the pond. A large red farm gate blocked the dirt road still, but I was glad to see there was no lock. Since it was closed, that should mean no one was around. I pulled off the back road and got out of my car. I swung open the gate, got back in and drove through leaving the gate open. If anyone showed up I wanted to at least say it was already open even if I was trespassing.
The pond was about a quarter of a mile off the county road and was S shaped. In the back the family had set up a couple campers they used when they went out to the pond. The pond was easily twenty yards across in the center. The dirt furrows went halfway around the lake to a shed where mowing implements were kept. Just around the turn of the pond, hidden by brush was a large cottonwood hanging over the water. I stopped, got out of the car and walked to it.
I was already getting a touch of the thrill I had when Lynn and I had sex in the open. I could already imagine bringing her there. As I came around the brush I saw a grassy gentle slope under the cottonwood. Looking back I could barely make out the shed. If someone showed up, I should be able to get Lynn decent before they found us. Still trespassing, but that would be all.
I noticed the grass was a little tall and hopefully with the big holiday weekend just a couple weeks back, Whitman would be no plans for the weekend after the next.
The rush was due to a different topic at the meeting the prior evening. The troop was going canoeing that weekend and the guys would be gone Friday night through Sunday morning. Provided Lynn had no plans for a week from Saturday, I had her for the entire day.
Over the next week I worked out my plan. I needed to pick up a couple new toys, but was not sure I could depend on my usual mail order site to arrive on time. Luckily, our city is big enough to provide brick and mortar options located away from prying eyes. I also talked with an A/V genius at work about some shareware for an added bonus.
No, not video although Heaven help me, some days I wish I had that day recorded.
The Friday night before, after dropping the guys off, Lynn and I had our play date as usual. Afterwards I again asked if Lynn had plans for the next day.
She curled up next to me, "Not really." There was a touch of suspicion since I had asked that same question a week earlier. "Why?" she asked.
"Well I thought of a fun game for us tomorrow. Something new and daring."
"Any details?"
I shook my head. "But make a point of wearing an older gown to bed."
Lynn's brows furrowed. It wasn't just the lack of information. If anything I knew she would like that, it was being forced to sleep in something. Since we married, Lynn preferred sleeping nude and only wore a gown when motherhood forced her to do so.
"And panties." I added grinning.
She openly scowled at this.
"Pizza?" I asked heading to the shower and the remainder of our weekly routine.
That next morning I woke early; hell I had barely been able to sleep with anticipation. I gathered up the toys I wanted to bring, along with the new purchases, and all the additional items I needed for the kidnapping. I kept the handcuffs and a couple bandanas out for the ride over and fixed a cup of coffee.
I listened for Lynn and about seven thirty heard her getting up and heading into the bathroom. I allowed her the use of the facilities—she was not going to have much options later—and came up to the bedroom to find her following her routine of crawling back into bed. A morning person, she is not.
I pushed her into the bed, pulling her arms behind her to handcuff her wrists behind her. She raised her head to protest and I slipped one of the bandanas into her open mouth, tying it tight around her head. I repeat the action with second bandana, this time covering her eyes.
I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "This is a kidnapping, sweet thing. We're going to have some fun today and if you're a good little girl I'll bring you back home when I'm done with you. Am I going to have any problems with you?"
I got the barest of head shakes.
I pulled her off the bed, and walked her down the stairs and through the hall to the kitchen. When I pulled her left toward the garage door I noticed some hesitation but did not give her the opportunity to pause. Out the door Lynn let out a muffled gasp. I had forgot the cement floor was probably very cold. I almost apologized then remembered to stay in character.
I opened the back door of the SUV and mock pushed her in. "Lay down. Unless you want to be seen like this?"
She did so and I covered her with an old blanket we kept in the back for emergencies.
I shut the door, got in the SUV, opened the garage door and pulled out. I drove out to the old farm road—not worried that Lynn would be able to keep track of directions. She would be the first to admit she has problems with that when she's the driver, let alone in her condition. I stopped at the gate, opened it again, and drove around the pond to the cottonwood. Again I left the gate open just in case.
I was glad to see the grass was even taller and two trailers appeared to be shut up for the winter.
I shut off the vehicle, got out, and unloaded my supplies from the back. I then went back and opened the back door, pulling the blanket off Lynn and folded it in half lying it down on the slope. I was not sure if that was in character or not, but there was a light dew and the ground would be freezing. As it was the morning air was quite cool, probably in the low 60's.
I pulled Lynn out of the SUV and got her standing. Sure enough she was shaking. She told me later that is was equal measures panic and excitement to go with the cold. She was outside in a flimsy nightgown with no idea where she was. There was no concrete so she knew we were not at any park. She could hear the water and thought maybe I had taken her to one of the lakes north of town. If so, even this late in the year it would be a good bet there were boats on the water. She trusted me, but at the same time a part of her felt incredibly vulnerable.
I walked her down the slope and onto the blanket. Standing behind her I undid the handcuffs, holding her throat tightly with my left hand as I did so. "Do exactly what I tell you and today will be a lot more fun for you. Now lay down on your back, arms out, and don't move."
Lynn complied and I pulled out four lengths of rope, made into a loop on one end via a slip knot and tied to a heavy duty tent stake on the other. I took Lynn's right wrist and tightened the knot onto it then pulled the rope taunt before using a rubber mallet to bury the stake at an opposite angle. I repeated the process with Lynn's legs and her left arm, each time making sure she was stretched out.
I leaned in, again whispering into her ear, "All comfy? Now to get you ready and earn a little money."
I pulled out a pair of scissors and starting at the hem, cut upward through the gown until I had divided it. I pushed each half to the side until only the two thin straps crossing her upper arm was all that covered her. I then cut through her panties on either hip and pulled down on the front till the garment turned rag slide out from under her, leaving her naked.
While I was doing this, I could see Lynn's brows rise above the makeshift blindfold and her body tense. She tried talking through the gag but I had done a good job, all I could here was an undefinable mumble. I had an idea what she was saying. We used safe words, just in case, and I knew for all her talk months earlier she was not comfortable being staked out nude in the open, unaware of her surroundings. This time I ignored the protests and continued anyway.
At this point I should probably give a description of Lynn for those that have not read my first entry. Lynn was 5'6" with shoulder length straight, brown hair and although I could not see them at the time the most amazing green eyes. She had been a collegiate swimmer when we met and although a little curvier in the hips two decades later, still worked to stay in shape.
My eyes wander down her pale from, from the nearly C cup breasts that maintained an incredible firmness for a woman of forty. From those mounds, my eyes slide down to the stomach, soft but as flat as day we married and further down to a mass of trimmed brown curls forming an inviting arrow down to the two pink lips of her vagina. Pulled tight like she was not only accented her breasts and exposed her vagina, but showed the tone limbs.
"Don't worry sweet thing, I've got other things for you to wear."
I pulled out a leather choker and slipped it around her neck. I attached this to a fifth rope and stake, although made sure this had some give to it. I might feel tight but it would give easily enough. Next was a pair of Clover nipple clamps.
Topping the two firm beasts, slight off centered, were two dark pink, silver-dollar sized areola that the excitement and cool air had contacted into a hard nub easily half an inch above her breasts. I fixed each of the clamps to the nipple, as far down as possible. I pulled gently getting a soft moan, then released the chain to fall on her body. The clover clamps were a regular marital aid so this was not a concern. The next piece I was not so sure about.
I leaned down to Lynn to whisper again, 'I'm taking the gag off but you need to be completely quiet. Nod if you understand." She did. "Good girl"
I undid the gag and slide a leather O-ring gag in its place. Have to admit, I should have done it before the choker but was finally able to get it secure with the ring in Lynn's mouth. Afterwards she mentioned that it was okay, but the constant drooling was annoying. She added that the thrill of a penis entering her mouth without her able to do anything about it made up for some of the annoyance.
The last thing was a little bullet vibrator that I covered with sensitizing cream, rubbed around her clit and then slid inside her. I figured with the anxiety of being in public and out of control she might need the help. I was pushing for the mother of all orgasms for her if I could.
At this point, I stood up, looked around to see nothing and then stripped. I had to admit it was a little disconcerting, I rarely stripped down completely in public. But I only gave it a thought before moving on with the game.
"Before we open up shop, let's take you for a test drive." I knelt down beside her head, and turned her face right toward me. Threading the needle I slipped the head of my penis into the O-ring and inside Lynn's mouth.
"Oh yeah, that'll work." I said. Actually it barely fit and it was a completely different kind of a feeling. I was used to more active oral sex, with Lynn's lips pressed against my shaft and feeling active suction as she moved up and down my member. This was much looser, the only pressure from the ring. But the fore-mentioned drool added much lube and visually watching my penis slide in and out her forced open mouth was super erotic.
I mentioned in the first story that although I am not a monster, six inches is what I got, Lynn still has problems with deep throating me due to a gag reflex. I pushed in slowly, feeling her tongue sliding under me, to the point where I could feel to opening to her throat but did not push on. I pulled out and then repeated the thrust a little faster a couple more times before withdrawing.
I then moved down between her legs. I reached up with my right hand and squeezed her left breast, playing with the clamp, pulling on it as my hand moved up the chain. I tugged at her right breast before letting go of the chain, running my hand down her stomach. I played with the brown curls of her pubic hair then down, parting her labia with my thumb and middle finger and lightly rubbing her clit with my forefinger.
In spite of her condition, Lynn raised her hips as much as possible while tied down I slipped the tip of my finger into her vagina, only to the first knuckle, running it around the edge. An odd needy sound escaped the gag.
I quit teasing both of us, leaning down on her and pushing inside her with no further fanfare. I lifted up off Lynn to watch her move under me as my member stabbed in and out of her. I bent my head down and took the clover chain in my teeth and raised back up. This forced her breast up and as they continued to jump up and down with my thrusts her nipples strained in the clamps, pulled with each movement.
Lynn's back arched and I pulled my head up to maintain the tension. The slightest whimper escaped the rubber ring between her teeth and as she flattened back to the ground I let go of the chain.
I looked up and around. Seeing the open sky, the surrounding trees, hearing the noises from the pond. That was almost too much for me. I pulled out.
Now came the next phase of the plan. I knelt by her face and turned her away from me, "Ready for the money shot sweetie?"
But instead of ejaculating on her I reached for a spray bottle. Inside was a mixture of corn starch, water and table salt that simulated the look and texture of semen. I had heated it back at the house so it would not be cold and worked out the delivery using a generic spray bottle. I squeezed the trigger and a shot of faux semen splattered on Lynn's cheek, dribbling off the side of her face. I followed it up with a second shot across the blindfold, forehead and into her hair.
The feel was for Lynn, the look was for me. Seeing semen dripping on her face intensified the erotic view for me. Lynn said the first shot had actually fooled her.
"Well babe, I'm satisfied. I'm gonna get dressed and head out but don't worry. This time of day, this park is not gonna have a lot of people out and about, just maybe guys come back from a heavy night partying. I've got a sign with an offer if they wanna keep you company." I patted her cheek then took the fake semen on my finger and wiped it on her lower lip, "Be back later sweetie."
I went back to the SUV and waited five minutes before coming back. This time I brought my phone and a series of special .wav files I had recorded with some help.
Part of the fantasy was being left alone for others to come have their way with Lynn. Yes, I know, this is the part where I am supposed to invite my best friend or a stranger I just met to enjoy my wife. I do not share, neither does Lynn for that matter. So I got some help from a friend to record some voice files and change them so they did not sound like me. That said, he provided the software and a quality mic, I recorded the files on my own. If you're old enough to remember the action movie 'True Lies' you get the idea, just a tech upgrade.
I also had a few other changes to help out with the fantasy. The first was a nine inch semi rigid sleeve that slide over my member. I worked it on with a little lube, not too much or it would not stay on. In fact, past experience told me it would not stay on so I slipped a cock ring over it, up near the base, to help.
I walked over to Lynn and played my first audio. "What do we have here? Sign says free pussy, help yourself.
I knelt down beside her and stuck a finger in her mouth, playing with her tongue. I hit the next audio, "Pretty little tongue, but I'm not going get my cock in that ring." I reached down quickly to finger her hole, "Not sure about that either but got to start somewhere."
I moved down between her legs, leaned down and slide my index finger inside her playing with the bullet vibrator. I could hear Lynn's breath speeding up. I scooted up so the tip of the extension was against her vagina lips.
"Let's see how much of my long cock that sweet tasting pussy can take. You moan real loud when you get your fill."
As I anticipated the dirty talk caused my bride to blush. Language was never something she was into but at the same time I could use it occasionally to shock and excite her.
I push the head into her sliding just over half way in. Unlike the final toy I planned for the day, this extension was not new. Lynn had taken it all the way, but it had not been comfortable after a few strokes.
I switched to the next audio, "How about another inch?"
Lynn gently nodded. I had to admit to being a little impatient and pushed in two inches for a total of seven.
Lynn made a deep sound from deep in her throat. Her back arched again.
"How about another inch?"
Lynn nodded quickly. I slid in for a total of eight and could feel some resistance. The muscles in Lynn's abs tightened.
"How about another inch?"
This time Lynn did not respond. I 'asked' again moving my hips side to side slightly and gently teasing her clit with my thumb as I awaited.
Lynn's head barely nodded. I pushed in and she slowly let out her breath as she tensed up. "Oh, baby, taking me balls deep, what a woman."
I immediately pulled out a couple inches and then went into a rhythmic thrust that did not penetrate quiet so deep. I ended however with one final quick jab all the way in and was rewarded with that low moan again.
"Those titties look too good not to enjoy."
Again a slight tinge to my wife's cheeks and I moved up to straddle her diaphragm, being careful to keep my weight off her and place the extension with myself inside of it between Lynn's breasts. I cupped her breasts, pushing them together to form a fleshing tunnel that I could slide between, although I was not getting any true sensation out of it, just the visual.
With her breast together, I move my hands up to the nipples and then up the chain, gripping it now with each hand to hold her breast together. It was not as good, they pulled apart but a shallow valley was still being created for me to thrust through.
Lynn actually whimpered at this treatment, and I could feel her legs shake lightly. It may have been pain, but we had done enough nipple torture like this that I knew it could sometime bring on a mild orgasm if otherwise stimulated. Apparently the bullet vibrator was enough stimulation.
Worried about her being in the clamps too long I released them without warning. Lynn's breast pulled apart and she tried to muffle a scream. Her nipples would be on fire with pins and needles. I moved to the side taking one nipple in my mouth, then the other, then back. My left hand slide down to play with her clit and sure enough the combined stimulation was too much and I felt her cum, her legs vibrating harder than the bullet inside her.
I leaned over her to get the spray bottle and this time 'shot my load' on her breast. One shot on each nipple and a final above her breast bone. I watched the 'semen' slowly run down her breast and onto her collar bone.
I reached for a rolled up dollar in the toy stash, put it in her hand, and hit this stranger final audio "Here's a twenty for you, the sign suggested leaving a tip if the service was good. And you can service a man real good babe. Later."
I took the sleeve off and stood up by the SUV to watch Lynn. Her chest was heaving slightly and every now and then her left leg would shake slightly. I went over to the 'toy chest' this time just pulling out a fire & ice condom. I switched to the second play list and headed down for the next round.
This voice had a mechanical tone to it, but again I was depending on Lynn for the suspension of disbelief. I leaned down by her head and started, "Sign says free pussy, tips encouraged." I squeezed her left breast which was probably still a little tender from her reaction, then slide my hand down to play with her clit. "Sounds like a plan, slut, but you're going to have to be your own fluffer."
That was the truth to a degree. Although super turned on, wearing that sleeve had robbed me of feeling any direct stimulation the last time—the chill in the air didn't help. I was still hard enough to slide into the O-ring after turning her head toward me but not fully erect.
The feel of that warm, wet mouth and soft tongue moving across the side of my shaft did wonders. I pulled out rock hard but decided to go off script just a bit. I realized my 'johns' were supposed to be selfish lovers but I could not resist having a taste.
I turned Lynn's face so she was facing up and reversed myself so I could do a 69 position with her. I pushed back through the O-ring and leaned down. Resting my weight on my elbows I used my fingers to spread her labia and flicked the tip of my tongue on her clit. I slowly increased my pelvic motion into her helpless mouth, keeping a steady rhythm of my tongue sliding across her clit.
I could feel her breathing picking up pace. I was tempted to get a little orgasm but stopped. I had more planned, this was just a nice warm up.
I hit play, "Nice slut. Now let's try the next hole."
I moved between her legs, slipping the condom on, and undid both ropes. Once Lynn's legs were free I pushed them up in the air and positioned my rod above her vagina and pushed down into her. Starting slowly and gaining speed I jack-hammered into Lynn's playpen, gripping her ankles tightly. Curled up, her diaphragm contracted, Lynn's breath came in quick and shallow bursts but each one released a lovely little whimper.
I could feel the heat building from the condom. Time for the next part. I pulled out, releasing her ankles to grab her buttock and spread them apart. The condom was still lubricated making the insertion into her anus easy—well easy for me. Lynn was not a fan of anal sex and the sound that escaped the O-ring sounded like something between a squeal and profanity. I on the other hand reveled in the feel of the sphincter my member worked up and down through.
Lynn's legs had stayed apart so I put my hands to better use. I slide my left index and middle finger into her vagina and started making gentle circles around her clit with my right thumb. My two fingers alternated a come hither motion against her G spot. When my thumb tired I moved on to my index increasing the pressure and speed. Then I moved to my middle finger and by this time Lynn was starting to move against me, pushing me into her anus instead of me thrusting.
As I continued moving my fingers around inside her I could feel my own penis on the other side of the fleshy wall separating her vagina from my penis. It was starting to become too much stimulation for me so I stopped moving but Lynn was now making as much movement as I had.
The workout her abs were getting was phenomenal.
I had already got her a clitoral orgasm with the last 'john'. I was hoping the final would give her a big O. I had not really planned on each 'visitor' getting her off but now I decided I wanted to shoot for that goal.
Focusing on the movements of my fingers and not her pelvic thrusts pushing me into her anus I continued to work. Within a couple minutes I began to feel the familiar shake and a high pitched squeal rushed from her mouth.
I pulled out, moved my hands, and refastened her legs in the ropes as she continued to shake lightly. I slipped off the condom, tossing it aside, and grabbed the bottle. I turned her head to the left and this time shot three squirts. The first on her cheek, the second over the blindfold and the final into her hair.
"You got a sweet ass, slut. Here you go." I put a second, crumpled one in her right hand that still held tightly to the first. Her face was crimson from the treatment and the language.
This time I went up to the SUV and sat inside for a few minutes to let myself calm down and to give her time to think about what was happening. I got out the final toy, the one I had bought at the brick and mortar locale in town. At the time of purchase I thought it would be a great addition, but when I was ready to use it, I began to wonder.
It was actually a masturbator, but shaped like a dildo so it could be used as a girth enhancer. As I slipped it on I questioned if it was too big. It was time to find out.
I had recorded one last john with a deep bass voice, but now I was going to be going off script so I left the phone in the vehicle and headed back to Lynn wearing the massive toy. I was glad she was blindfolded, I thought I looked ridiculous.
I lowered my voice some hoping she was as forgiving in her plausibility with it as with the recorded voices. "Ready for the big boy, babe?"
She didn't respond, but I saw her breath quicken slightly, causing her breast to move erotically, nipples still hard, dark nubs. I knelt between her legs, running my hands up her legs, stopping at her clit to give it a light rub that earned a quick flinch. I then played with her pubic hair, moved up her abdomen and finally squeezed her breasts roughly, kneading them in my fingers. From there my left hand grasped her throat tightly as I stuck a couple finger into the rubber ring and her mouth.
"My boy won't fit in that little mouth even without that ring. You promise to be a good girl I'll take it off."
She nodded.
Keeping one hand on her throat I released the buckle and slipped it out, Lynn said nothing but I did see her working her jaw a little. Lynn had been in the device for a while, but honestly I wanted her able to talk in case the toy was too big. It might end the game, but I didn't want her to have to explain to her ob/gyn why she had been hurt.
"Don't worry, you'll get the chance to scream all you want when I start nailing that little pussy with my monster."
I released her throat and moved down to lick her clit. She had become so sensitive she almost jumped when I started. While I worked her up with my tongue and slid a couple fingers into her and retrieved the bullet.
After about ten minutes her legs started to give off the familiar tremble and I stopped.
Saying nothing I grabbed some KY and lathered up the toy. I moved up so the tip was at her entrance. Slowly I worked it up and down. Lynn was frozen, I looked up to see her biting her lip, I had to wonder if she had any idea what was about to enter her.
My right hand spreading her labia apart, the left holding the masturbator just below the head I pushed into Lynn just getting the head inside. That part was a little bit ticker than me, but it was just silicone. After that came the part when I was inside and it was easily a couple inches thicker.
"Oh God." Lynn said in a stage whisper.
I continued and the excessive girth came into play.
"Slow, please...slow," she said in quick breaths.
I took it slow, waiting for her to tell me to stop or pull out. I would ease out to the silicon head and then back inside a little more, using my fingers to gauge the depth of penetration. Instead of telling me to stop she bit her lip harder, arching her back, and let out a deep guttural growl as I worked the remaining five inches inside.
The problem was when I pulled back out, I started to come out but the toy stayed. Made sense if it was supposed to be a masturbator, but annoying all the same since it was advertised as a girth sleeve.
I pushed back into it which still got a reaction. I lifted her hips as much as possible and adjusted my position so I was upright more with my weight on my shins. Think a prone bone but with the girl on her back. This let me hold onto the toy as I pulled back out keeping it on me.
I pushed back in again, not quite as slow and got a quiet moan. I pulled out quick, leaving just the head of the toy in, and pushed in a little quicker. I repeated the movement this time using my right forefinger to play with her clit. After achieving two orgasms her legs began trembling after just a few more thrusts as I moved my fingertip in a quick circular motion on her clit.
Within a couple minutes I had progressed my thrusts up to a fairly quick pace, every now and again pushing the toy all the way in. My forefinger had gotten tired and I had moved on to my index finger which after a couple decades of practice was just as dexterous.
Lynn's legs were out of control, she had even pulled the right stake loose. Her breath was quick, causing her breast to heave out in a hypnotic rhythm. And her teeth were clamped down on her bottom lip, fighting to hold back noise, apparently still concerned in some little part about where she was.
With the toy pulled out to the head, I pushed it in hard and fast this time let out a grunt of satisfaction. The audio cue released her and she arched her back; screaming as she climaxed. She ejaculated—something she almost never did—splashing my legs, abs and the toy.
I held put a little bit until she calmed back down then pulled the toy out and off of me. Although I had enjoyed the visual and auditory stimulation the thick silicone had caused me to soften. I stood up and walked back to the vehicle.
The day had been Lynn's idea and the point to let her live out a fantasy. The fact that I was washing off proved it to be a success; but after denying myself I was ready for a little domination fantasy of my own.
I slipped back into my jeans, T-shirt and shoes and started to pack up all the toys. I undid the stakes, telling Lynn not to move. Once everything was packed I kept out the handcuffs and got a dog leash that we still kept in the car for when we had had a dog years back. It had stayed hidden for months in a pocket behind the seat. When found we just left it, it took up no room. And now it had a use.
I walked back to Lynn, "Stand up."
She was a bit shaky but did so. The nightgown was still hanging from her shoulders and she started to pull it around her.
I pulled the gown off tossing it over by the SUV. Then I handcuffed her hands behind her back and attached the leash to the collar. Even blindfolded I could tell that got an eyebrow raising reaction. I picked up the blanket and threw it into the car and came back.
"Come on," I demanded.
I took the lead, walking away, albeit slowly so I did not trip her, and Lynn was forced to follow as the collar pulled her. I lead her back up to the dirt tracks and away from the SUV. She was now in the sun and I could tell that walking down what was an obvious path naked and bound was making her very uncomfortable. It was a statement in her trust in me that she said nothing.
We walked for about five minutes, on the path, into the grass and back around just off of the path toward the SUV. I was hoping she would not be able to tell we had doubled back. She told me later in a very annoyed tone that I had succeeded.
We stopped within ten feet of the car and I dropped the lead. Unlike earlier when she was tied up, Lynn would be in full view on anyone if they had showed up but I was sure I could hear someone coming and get her into the back seat before they were in line of sight of us.
Still from Lynn's point of view, we were now far away from the safety of the car and exposed to anyone who came around.
I walked up to her, circled her and whispered in her ear. "You got one last job and considering where we are you may want to put your all into it before someone shows up and sees you in such a compromising position. After that, it's back to home."
I grinned as I saw her tense up.
I walked around to face her and grabbed her throat roughly with my right hand. With my left forefinger I ran my hand across her face where the fake semen had dried. I brushed some off with my finger and put it in her mouth.
"You're quite the mess, babe. But you're in luck because this last load is going straight down your throat."
I let go and stepped back. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rigid member. Just the thought of what was coming next had hardened me.
"Now get on your knees, bitch!"
I mentioned before that dirty talk is not part of our usual play, something saved to shock. This was beyond even that. I had never, either in anger or fun, called Lynn a bitch.
Her reaction showed. She went rigid, her face and neck reddening not from embarrassment this time but shock and anger. For a count of ten she did not move and I was almost afraid she was done playing.
Then slowly she lowered herself onto one knee and then the next. Unlike the blanket before she now had nothing but dirt and grass under her legs now.
I stepped up, still keeping my member a couple inches away from her face. I stroked myself slowly relishing the sight before me. Part of me wanted to take off the bandana blinding her to see the anger in her eyes but knew it would ruin the moment if she saw where she was.
I leaned forward and the glans pushed against her lips. For the first time in our relationship they did not immediately part. She was pissed.
I grabbed her hair with my right hand, pulling her head back slightly. "Open wide," and as an afterthought just in case she was really mad, "And watch those pretty teeth."
Her mouth opened wide and I watched my penis slowing disappear inside my bride's somewhat unwilling mouth. I held tight to her hair and wrapped the fingers around her slender throat, not tightly but with enough pressure to hold her head in place.
At a medium pace I thrust my hips back in forth as I held Lynn in place. It took only a couple minutes to tell that Lynn's anger was fading and being replaced with excitement at being treated like this.
Her lips closed in on my shaft moving in and out and I could feel that wet, pink tongue moving along the underside of my penis. Saliva was beginning to drool out onto her face as I picked up the pace, thrusting faster as I held her in place.
I pulled out and said, "Let's see if you can take the whole thing this time."
This time I did not move, but pulled her down onto my member, slowly considering her gag reflex, until I felt the familiar resistance and then pushing past that to the tight feeling of her throat. The bulge of my penis down her throat against my fingers was almost more than I could bear. I let out a groan, holding her until I felt her fighting to pull back.
I let her go and my penis exited her mouth trailing strings of saliva connecting to her lips and chin. I know pictures and video are a no-no but I would have loved to have a video of that moment. Lynn outside, naked and on her knees, her hands bound behind her and blindfolded. Her lips were parted and her breast heaved as she caught her breath.
It was time to finish.
"You ready to take this load down your throat?"
With a nervous hesitation she nodded.
"What was that?"
In a quiet, trembling voice she said, "Yes, sir."
"You better take a deep breath and relax."
I stepped up, grabbing her hair and throat again. Her mouth opened obediently this time and I rammed my penis inside. The lips locked onto me and I started thrusting faster this time. By some miracle, I think I lasted close to a minute.
When I felt the familiar rush in my scrotum I pushed forward, again meeting some resistance and then the tight warmness of Lynn's throat. The first shot of semen had actually erupted in the back of her mouth, but the next three shots went down her throat as promised.
Lynn squirmed and choked as I held her head. Her lips were nestled on my pubic hair and scrotum already, but I could not help but thrust with each release. She was trying to pull back as I felt the last shot leave my member into her throat. I released her and she pulled away coughing and gasping. She actually fell over onto her side, coughing up part of my seed.
"Going to make it?" I asked breaking character.
Trying to catch her breath she nodded.
I went over and help her up. "You have fun being used today?"
A smirk, also out of character, showed for a minute, but she said nothing.
"I think you've had enough fun today. Time to get you home."
I helped Lynn to the car where I again covered her with the blanket. I double checked the site to make sure we left nothing behind except a little DNA.
The ride home was uneventful. Lynn's afternoon was occupied with a warm bath, a nap, and some Chinese carryout. We talked about the day, the good and the okay. Lynn actually liked the new toy but thought the voices were kind of dumb. Overall, a day well spent; but I did get one warning.
With a malicious grin she said, "Call me bitch again, my dear, and you might wake up to find yourself too short to reach my throat ever again."
"Yes ma'am."
