I have A___ tied to the bed. Rather. her col­lar is anchored to one of the bed restraints. She’s naked and wrists are lashed to her ankles. She’s been fucked a bit and now I’m off to move the laun­dry. I’ve been using her to suck my cock, lick my balls and ass, and gen­er­ally.… well, you get the idea. She’s in this great posi­tion where her knees are bent and her legs are gen­er­ally get­ting pulled apart.

It’s an extremely lus­cious position.

She’s a lit­tle anx­ious as this is the first time she’s been bound and I’ve left the apart­ment. I’ll move quickly. But first, time to go “check on her” again.

Some things are clas­sic sexy, a lit­tle trashy maybe but always hot. For me, it’s the plain white t-shirt, sans a bra, on a chilly night.

S___ got home as soon as I got out of the shower. As is usu­ally the case I was hot, wet, and want­ing. S___ didn’t seem inter­ested. That was until he fol­lowed me to the bed­room pushed me down and pro­ceeded to bury his face between my legs. This on its own dri­ves me crazy, I can barely deal with the sen­sa­tion, I shud­der, I writhe, his tongue inside me is amaz­ing, his mouth does won­der­ful things, it is hard to sit still and just take it all in. S___ had some other ideas of what all he wanted me to take in. While his tongue was lick­ing at my clit, send­ing shiv­ers up my body he must have thought I was mak­ing a lit­tle too much noise, with­out warn­ing one of my dil­dos is shoved in my mouth while his is just work­ing away. A dildo in my mouth must not have been enough for him because I feel another thrust into my pussy, and at the same time his mouth keeps work­ing. With both my mouth and pussy full he kept lick­ing and suck­ing, kiss­ing and flick­ing, until I came so hard I was shak­ing. Once he he was done he smiles up at me and tells me to get dressed and ready for a walk.

With shaky legs I get up and walk toward the dresser to find some clothes. Within two min­utes S___ is back, telling me that if I want to leave the house I need to stop being naked because he keeps want­ing to fuck me. Pushed onto the bed again, this time it’s not a dildo, or a tongue, he pushes into me and starts fuck­ing me like mad. I know he is just using my body right now, which is o.k., I had used parts of his moments before.

Just another way to say glad to be home I guess.

One of the myr­iad of rea­sons I love (and lust after) A____ is her affin­ity for boots and her will­ing­ness to wear lin­gerie of the leather, lace or oth­er­wise vari­ety. You saw a pic­ture a few posts ago. Rahr. Ok. And seri­ously, I shouldn’t be think­ing about this or writ­ing about this at work, but here we are at another break and so i thought I’d throw down a lit­tle more. LIfe has been such that I don’t really feel much like writ­ing in the places I nor­mally do. Here is a dif­fer­ent story. I’m not sure why that is and it may be a post for another time.

As I was say­ing: one of the rea­sons blah blah blah… She likes dress­ing up. I like it when she dresses up. We had a thing before where i’d look at her boots and ask “have I done you in those?”. That’s expanded to most of her wardrobe. Some­times I just have to look at her in some­thing and I almost bust out of what­ever I’m wear­ing. Some­times I almost can’t wait to get home. Some­times I fuck her on the stairs on the way up because I can’t. That’s not always because of the clothes, but watch­ing her walk up in front of me in a dan­ger­ously short skirt and tall boots gets me boil­ing. I end up grab­bing her and push­ing her down onto the stairs, lift­ing her skirt and fin­ger­ing her, or just straight up enter­ing her. I don’t think she minds at all. Some­times I force her up against the wall and just fon­dle her a lit­tle, then smack her ass and push her back into motion up the stairs.

There are days when we talk about what she should wear. She asks me what I would like her to go out in, or what I’d like to fuck her in. Some­times I just tell her: “Make sure and wear the black and pink thong and your lace up boots.”

Some­times I want to come home and have her all ready. So we’ll be mak­ing flash cards…

S___ and I talk about sex, we talk about it a lot, as he has men­tioned, I like to talk about it. Even with our com­mu­ni­ca­tion though it can at times be hard to tell him some of the things that I want. This isn’t out of fear in any way, it is really more about me break­ing those bar­ri­ers. But more often then not he is quite intu­itive about what I want, either that or he doesn’t care and it just hap­pens to work out. For example.

The other night as we were walk­ing, as we often do, I had a bit of an atti­tude. I was flirt­ing and teas­ing, toss­ing out innu­en­dos, bait­ing, try­ing in every way to get him to toss me on the ground and fuck me right there in the park. It’s some­thing I have wanted, but it doesn’t seem to be the same when you ask for it. I had laid off a bit when we came to a bit of a hol­low and I found my self pushed to my knees, S___ hard and ready in my mouth using my hair as a han­dle, basi­cally fuck­ing my face with­out a con­cern at all. I hon­estly think he would have liked it if some­one had walked by, I would have too. I didn’t get him fuck­ing me from behind while I was bent over the park bench, but him tak­ing what he wanted was just as good.

Being bold always pays of, espe­cially for S___. I remem­ber another time when he just knew what I wanted. I believe it was the first time he made me cum in the car. We were dri­ving back from the lake, I had only a dress on, I had slipped my swim suit off before we got in the car. I had just been watch­ing him all day, unable to reach over and hold his cock, unable to lean down and take it in my mouth, but I had been think­ing it for hours, but sur­rounded by fam­ily it wasn’t an option. Just a few min­utes into the drive home though I feel his hand mov­ing up my thigh, feel his fin­gers slowly push inside of me, slowly work­ing me. He grinned the moment he felt how wet I was, he already knew. He slowly fin­gered me as I tried to con­cen­trate, tried not to drive of the road, until I was cum­ming and had to be reminded to keep my eyes open.

More sto­ries come to mind of being pulled into restrooms, or being told not to wear panties, quick­ies in hall­ways, and being told what to do at just the right time.

Maybe he is intu­itive, or maybe I am just that obvi­ous, either way, I am a happy woman.

A___

There are a lot of prob­lems with being at work right now. One of them is that I have to be clan­des­tine in my writ­ing / research for Bed­room Closet. It’s break time for me from the daily grind though, and so my mind goes wandering.

It’s been fun hav­ing this so far. More so today as we had our first refer­ral from Google: “Wife tied to the bed”. Our hum­ble space on the inter­net appears third (when you google with quo­ta­tions). I know that it’s a pretty gran­u­lar search spot but still really excit­ing con­sid­er­ing how much con­tent is out there for peo­ple to consume.

It really is some­thing to have free­dom in a rela­tion­ship. I’m not talk­ing about an “open” rela­tion­ship where A___ or I can run around fuck­ing who­ever we want. I can’t imag­ine being in any­thing like that. I’m talk­ing about a rela­tion­ship where if there’s some­thing on my mind that I’d like to try or some­thing I’d like to do, I can bring it up, we’ll talk about it, and either try it or not. But there’s noth­ing that’s out of bounds to at least sug­gest. That’s really quite something.

And on those days when we’re feel­ing adven­tur­ous, our list of options is con­stantly being expanded through expe­ri­ence. Whether I have A____ tied to the bed or the door, using toys or myself, tor­tur­ing her for hours with my lips or through depri­va­tion, alone or with a third… the pos­si­bil­i­ties really do abound.

And that has every­thing to do with the para­graph before. The one about talk­ing and con­ver­sa­tion. That makes all things possible.

So yes, in a few weeks I’ll have my wife tied to the bed with a blind­fold and hope­fully a list of sug­ges­tions from the North­west Air­lines bag­gage han­dlers. Maybe sug­ges­tions from the hotel staff. Or maybe we’ll have some­one from the staff tied down instead…

Either way we’ll have a great time.