I Tied Myself to the Bed and It Wasn’t Me Who Got Me Free
I still don’t fully understand how I ended up in the mess I’m about to tell you about, but deep down I saw it coming. My little vices, the ones I kept to myself, were sooner or later going to make me pay for them. Pay dearly? Well, that afternoon I ended up having one of the best fucks of my life. The best, without question, up to that day. Others came after.
My name is Marina. I’m thirty-two, I’m just over five feet tall, and I weigh just enough to make my clothes hang loose on me. I’m skinny, without a single defined muscle, but I have good hips and a small, firm chest, crowned by two nipples that stay erect and are pierced through by a pair of studs. My hair is dyed and falls below my shoulders, and my pussy is completely shaved, just the way my husband likes it. His name is Bruno, he’s around six foot three, and he’s been shaped by the gym and mountain biking.
The problem was precisely the bike. Bruno would disappear for entire weekends on some route or other, and come back exhausted, with his legs wrecked and zero desire to touch me. He left me horny more times than I can count. And I, who besides being very horny am also faithful to the point of being bombproof, went looking for consolation on my own.
Little by little I built up an arsenal. Nipple clamps, dildos of various sizes, suction pumps, vibrators, an electrostimulator, handcuffs, straps. I kept everything in a hard case hidden at the back of the closet. And, almost without realizing it, I discovered that things turned me on that I would never have confessed out loud: submission, losing control, pain in just the right dose. A clamp biting down, a shock running through me. That lit me up like nothing else.
I’ll never tell Bruno. He’d think I’m some kind of freak.
That fear kept me playing alone. And that Saturday afternoon was just another one. Bruno off somewhere, lost on some slope with his bike. The whole house to myself.
***
I put on a movie on the tablet, some mild bondage thing, and let the images heat me up. I took out the box of dreams and opened it on the bed. I pulled off the tiny thong, the only thing I was wearing, and started slowly. I played with my nipples, squeezed them until I felt that little sting I like. I smeared my lips with a warming lubricant and kept going down to the other hole.
Already very aroused, I pushed a thick dildo into my ass, one of those that come with wires to electrify it. I took the clit suction device and applied it. The first orgasm came fast, almost all at once, and barely gave me time to breathe.
Once the first urge calmed down, I went for the rest of the paraphernalia. I put on a gag with a metal ring that keeps the mouth wide open. How I fantasize about Bruno fucking my throat with this on. Hanging from the gag were chains ending in clips, which I fastened to my nipples, and over the piercings I added smaller ones connected to the electrostimulator. I switched it on to medium frequency and automatic mode, so it would choose the sequences itself.
An electric tingle shot through my nipples and my ass at the same time. I took a vibrator dildo, generous in size, which my pussy swallowed without effort because I was so soaked. I set it to medium intensity. It also had a little tongue that vibrated directly on the clit, a sensation impossible to describe.
On the screen, a brunette tied from behind to a wooden cross was taking lashes across her back and ass. I secured my ankles with an extendable bar, opened as wide as my legs could take, and took a few photos of myself in that position. Seeing myself like that, exposed and at the mercy of an imagined someone, got me even hotter.
Only one thing remained. A blindfold and two wrist straps that I fastened as best I could to the headboard. I tightened them as much as they would let me get my hands in. I slid my right hand through, put on the blindfold blindly, and finally pushed my left hand through. I let myself sink onto the sheets to delight in everything my body was feeling.
Let me clarify one thing: it was the first time I’d used those straps. And, as always, I didn’t even bother to read the instructions.
***
The dildo worked wonders, with its steady rhythm and the tongue buzzing on my clit. Added to the shocks running through my nipples and the inside of my ass, a new orgasm began to grow in the deepest part of me. I tensed my body, arched my back, twisted helplessly. I could feel my legs spread, my pussy overflowing, the fluids sliding down onto the sheets.
And every time I tensed, the pressure on my wrists increased.
Saliva spilled out through the gag ring, soaking my face and hair. I came moaning, writhing, tied to my own bed, with no one to see me. A long, dirty, perfect orgasm.
When I recovered a little composure and went to free myself, I discovered the size of the problem.
The straps had a mechanism: when you pulled on them, they tightened more, up to the maximum you’d set. And I had tightened them so much, and pulled so hard with every spasm, that now it was impossible to get my hands out without releasing the Velcro fasteners. Fasteners that were on the outside. Out of my reach.
I started to feel dizzy. My head was spinning. I was nailed to the bed, both holes full, taking little shocks on repeat, and I couldn’t get myself free.
All I could do was wait for Bruno to come back. Wait for him to find me like this. How do I explain it to him? How is he going to react? And, to make things worse, the dildo was still giving me pleasure, utterly indifferent to my drama, pushing me back toward the edge. I wanted to cry and all that came out was moaning. I was so surrendered to the third orgasm that I didn’t hear the front door. I barely managed to hear the voice:
—What the fuck is all this?
—Fuck, does she always greet you like this? No wonder you’re in such a hurry to get home —said a second voice, one I didn’t recognize.
—Stop looking at her and stop jerking off.
—Why? Can’t you see what she’s screaming for?
—Honestly, I’m rock hard.
***
What came next was silence. And then, all at once, my mouth was filled with a cock that pushed until it touched my throat. I was still burning hot, so I didn’t resist. I felt hands remove the nipple clamps and then the ones on my piercings, because the shocks stopped abruptly, replaced by a mouth that licked them, bit them, and went back in for more. The hands of the cock’s owner grabbed the back of my neck to drive even deeper inside.
They pulled the dildo out of my soaked cunt and I felt a good amount of fluid spill free. They loosened the straps just enough to turn me over on the bed and immobilize me again, this time over a body lying on its back that speared me from the front without the slightest difficulty. Then they noticed the dildo and pulled it out, and instantly another cock filled me from behind.
One of my filthiest dreams was coming true without me having lifted a finger. Immobilized, blind under the blindfold, used like a toy, I was getting my first double penetration. By Bruno and by a stranger. I would never have bet that my husband was capable of sharing me with someone else, and yet there he was, splitting me open between the two of them.
The one behind gripped my hips to drive in and out to the hilt, without pause, beating out a rhythm I felt reverberate through my whole body. The one underneath gave in to that rhythm, squeezing my breasts, trapping a piercing between his teeth and pulling my nipple until it was stretched to the limit of pain. I couldn’t see anything, only feel, and that made everything a thousand times more intense. Every thrust tore a muffled moan from me against the gag ring.
Another orgasm was rising. I started screaming as much as the gag would allow, saliva pouring in a stream over my furtive lover. The thrusts in my ass became brutal until, between panting and grunting, I felt myself being filled with hot cum from behind and fingers digging into my hips almost hard enough to hurt. I let myself go with him, fully speared, feeling that cock throb while he emptied his last spurts inside me.
The one underneath slid out from below as best he could, took my head in his hands, and plunged into my mouth, provoking a gag reflex that a powerful jet of cum drowned at the back of my throat. He kept up the pressure for eternal seconds, unloading three or four more times. Tears ran down my face from the suppressed retching.
***
When they finally freed my mouth, I could breathe and cough. Little by little they loosened the restraints until I was left lying on the bed, my ass freed and a thick thread of cum escaping from it, sliding toward my swollen, throbbing pussy. Only the blindfold still covered my eyes.
—I never imagined you were into this stuff —Bruno whispered to me in that voice of his I’d recognize anywhere—. Rest. Today has changed your life forever. You’re not going to have to play alone anymore.
He kissed me on the cheek and took off the blindfold. Through the dimness, with my eyes adjusting to the faint light, I saw Bruno completely naked. And beside him, also naked and with his cock still half-hard, Iván. His younger brother.
The two of them looked magnificent. And with that image burned into my retina, exhausted and overwhelmed, I fell asleep.