Bound to please

She loves to be bound and gagged, so she begged her husband to tie her up. He agreed to do it just because he knew what would happen later. So he tied up her wrist, elbows, knees and ankles together. Then she tested her bonds. She realized that she was well tied up. Now she began to ask for be gagged, so her husband take a piece of clothes and use it to gag her. Now she was really helpless and now her husband could take advantage of her to do whatever he wants with her. 

 

 

"Please, baby," she begged, her voice a sweet mix of desire and anticipation, "tie me up tonight."

Her husband, looked up from his newspaper, one eyebrow slightly arched. "What's got into you?" he asked, playing coy despite the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I just... I just want to feel totally under your control," she said, her cheeks flushing pink. She'd been dropping hints for weeks, but tonight was the first time she'd asked outright.

Her husband folded the newspaper and set it aside, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "Alright, if that's what you really want," he said, his voice thick with a teasing lilt.

 

In their bedroom, she stood in front of him, already wearing the outfit she knew would drive him wild: a tight red minidress that barely grazed her thighs, black stockings with garter belts that made her legs look like a mile long, and a pair of black stilettos that made her calves look like sculpted marble. She spun around, the dress twirling around her, revealing a matching thong that left nothing to the imagination.

"Good enough?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
He nodded, his eyes darkening with lust. "Perfect," he murmured.

He began by binding her wrists together behind her back, the rope tight but not painful. She squirmed slightly, testing the knots. 

 

"Good?" he asked.
 

"Tighter," she whispered, her breath quickening. He complied, pulling the rope until she was satisfied with the snugness.
 

Next, he tied her elbows together, forcing her to arch her back and stick her chest out. The fabric of the dress stretched tautly across her breasts, which strained against the material. She felt a rush of excitement, knowing she was at his mercy.

Tom moved on to her knees, looping the rope around them, making sure she couldn't bend them too much. Then it was her ankles. He took his time, enjoying the sight of her struggling slightly to keep her balance. "How's that?" he asked.
 

"It's... it's wonderful," she breathed. She was starting to feel the full weight of her immobility, and it was turning her on more than she ever thought possible.
 

Finally, he reached for the gag. She opened her mouth eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He stuffed the cloth into her mouth, then pulled the rope tight, knotting it at the base of her neck. She tested it with a muffled moan, feeling the pressure against her cheeks and tongue.
 

"Now, you're all mine," he said, his voice low and gruff.

But instead of the passionate scene she had been imagining, Tom leaned in and kissed her deeply before turning away and walked out of the room into the living room where he grabbed the TV control. He sat down on the sofa, flipped to his favorite sports channel, and popped open a cold beer.

The room was filled with the muffled protest of the wife, who remained in the bed, bound and gagged, as the distant murmur of the TV grew louder. She could hear the roar of the crowd, the thumping bass of commercials, and her husband's occasional cheers. She felt a mix of excitement and confusion.

She tried to untie herself but it only made her feel more helpless and aroused. She struggled against the ropes, the fabric of her dress stretching with every move she made. Her husband's lack of immediate attention was a new twist in their play, and it was driving her wild with desire. The material of the gag was rough against her skin, but it only served to heighten her sensitivity to every sound and sensation.

Her husband settled into the cushions, his eyes glued to the game, occasionally glancing over at her. Her muffled noises and the way she squirmed in place only made him smile wider, knowing that she was as turned on as he was. The sight of her, bound and begging, was his ultimate power trip. He took a sip of his beer, feeling completely in control, savoring the moment.