I awake to a sharp pain in my right nipple. I struggle to swim up out of the fog of sleep. It takes me a moment to remember where I am. It isn’t until my left nipple is also clamped that I am fully awake.

My legs are still spread and tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. I am still blindfolded. My arms are no longer pulled directly over my head, but now my wrists are bound to the corners of the headboard. The vibrator in my pussy and the dildo in my ass are still there. I am spread naked, helpless and vulnerable, just as I have been for hours. And now the clover clamps bite into my poor tender buds.

As payback for our session at a sex dungeon a few nights ago, my husband has teased and tormented me since I returned home the previous evening. I have been brought to the verge of orgasm countless times, and even now in the middle of the night I am still on edge. I have never been aroused for so long and not been allowed to cum. My body is exhausted, and I feel the despair return.

My husband tugs on the chain connecting the clamps, and the pain intensifies. I moan and squirm. I want to beg him to let me go, but I am afraid if I do the torment will be even more prolonged. I whimper pitifully. Then I feel his lips close to my ear.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” I say softly. “Please.”

He tugs on the chain again.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

I hesitate. If I say no, he will probably not allow me to orgasm. If I say yes, he will most likely punish me even more. I decide to tell the truth.

“I need to cum.” My voice is barely audible.

For a long moment nothing happens. Then my husband puts the chain between my lips.

“Don’t let go.” His voice is low and vaguely threatening.

I bite down on the chain. Any movement of my head increases the pain in my nipples, so I try to stay as still as efficient. I wait for my fate, and a wave of fear washes over me. Even though I know I am safe, the prolonged torment is almost too much to bear.

Suddenly I feel the low vibrations of the egg in my pussy. I hold my breath and focus on the sensation, allowing myself to feel a tiny bit of hope. When the dildo in my ass also starts to vibrate, my hope increases. I feel my arousal create, and I pull on my bonds. My husband strokes my legs, up and down, slowly, sensually. I feel my breathing change, and the fear dissipates. Then his hands are all over me, my stomach, my arms, my breasts, my legs again. When his fingers linger at the entrance to my slippery pussy, I moan and push my hips up. He takes the opportunity to slide a pillow under my hips, then increases the vibrations in my pussy and ass. I feel the orgasm I have been denied for so long create again, slowly, inexorably. When I begin to pant, the chain falls out of my mouth, and suddenly the fear returns.

My husband takes the opportunity to tug on the chain, and I moan. The clamps bite into my swollen and sensitive nipples, and the orgasm recedes. But as soon as I think he will never be finished with me, I hear the telltale buzz of the Hitachi somewhere between my legs. I hold my breath again, waiting. When it touches the tip of my clit, I jerk. I feel the vibrations in my holes increase again, and I reach up with my hips for the Hitachi, just out of reach. When he moves it around my pussy lips, my mouth opens, my breathing shallow. It is so close to my clit, and yet so far…

When I groan in despair, he touches the tip with the vibrator, then pulls it away. He continues the exquisite tease until I begin to pant. I push my hips up, desperate for more contact. Then he moves it up and down, up and down, and my body starts to quiver. When he increases the vibrations and moves it in a circle around my throbbing bud, my legs begin to shake. My whole world shrinks to my swollen, slippery clit, my need obliterating everything. The orgasm hovers inside my trembling body, just out of reach. My mouth opens in an O, and I moan loudly. When my husband pulls it away, I scream.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! No!”

Then he turns it to high and pushes it against my needy clit, and my world explodes. The orgasm rockets through my body, filling me, every nerve tingling, every muscle taut. I scream and cry out and scream again, pulling against my bonds, my body thrashing and jerking uncontrollably. All wondered is gone, leaving only the sensations pulsing through my body. This time he doesn’t pull it away, and I continue to scream, overwhelmed by pure pleasure. When he stops the stimulation for a moment, I take a breath, but then he pushes it hard against my clit and I cum again. And again, one after another after another. I can not breathe, my body keeps shaking, I am overpowered by sensation and emotion. It is the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced, and finally my body can not take any more and I pass out.

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When I come to, I’m not sure how much time has passed. It takes me a moment to realize that my legs aren’t tied and the blindfold is gone. The clamps, dildo and vibrator have also been removed, but my arms are still tied to the corners of the headboard. I turn my head toward the window and see the crescent moon hanging low in the sky. The light is enough for me to see the uncertainty on my husband’s face as he stands next to the bed.

“Are you okay?” I hear the concern in his voice.

I nod. “It was just…too much.” My voice is weak.

He removes the rope around my wrist closest to him, then quickly moves to the opposite side of the bed and frees my other wrist. I slowly sit up, rubbing my arms which are sore from having been stretched for so long. There is still a dull ache in my breasts, and I am aware of the wetness still in my pussy from the prolonged stimulation. I look up at my husband, and he sits on the side of the bed and takes me in his arms. I feel a tear at the corner of my eye.

“Are we okay?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. He holds me at arms length and stares into my eyes. “God, I love you so much, I would never do anything to hurt you. I was…” He pauses, searching for the right word. “Angry. Hurt. Upset.” He continues to look at me. “Will you forgive me?”

“Yes, of course,” I say, my voice tinged with relief. “We just need to set some better ground rules for our….adventures.”

I smile up at him, and he bends down and kisses me softly. We lay next to each other, and he wraps his arms tightly around me. I want to cuddle with him, but my body is just too tired. Instead, I watch the moonlight dance around the room for a moment, then I close my eyes. My last wondered before I drift off to sleep is how much I love this man who is holding me close.

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When I awake again, the moon is gone and daylight is seeping into the bedroom. We are spooning, the body of my husband curled behind me, one arm draped around my waist and the other stretched toward the corner of the bed. When I move to sit up, he stirs but his eyes remain closed, and I get out of the bed. When I tiptoe back from the bathroom, I gaze down at his naked body. Without much conscious wondered, almost compulsively, I slip his wrist into the loop of the rope still attached to the headboard. This time he stirs and opens his eyes, gazing lovingly up at me. When he realizes his arm is restrained, a small smile creeps across his face. Something unspoken passes between us, and I move to the opposite side of the bed where he lets me tie his other arm. I look down at his swollen cock and smile. Now it’s my turn.

“Are we ready to play?” I ask softly, still gazing at his cock.

“Let’s find out,” he says, his voice rough and throaty.

I reach down and trail my fingers along the inside of his leg, and he shivers ever so slightly. I move my hand slowly up his body, past his cock to his belly button. When I finger his nipple I notice his cock twitch. I climb up on the bed and kneel between his legs, lightly stroking his other leg, taking my time. When I see his cock twitch again, I move forward and straddle him, pushing against his cock with my pussy. I lean down and kiss him softly, our lips barely touching. I continue the kiss for a long moment before I push my tongue into his mouth, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. The kiss quickly becomes fierce, frenzied. Our tongues stab and explore each other, almost as if it is our first kiss, and I feel his cock harden under my pussy. Finally I pull away and stare down at him.

“I love you.” We both say it at the same time, and my heart swells.

Still looking into each other’s eyes, I slowly rub my clit back and forth on his hard shaft. He responds by pushing up, willing for more contact. We continue like that for a moment, then I smile and shake my head.

“Not yet,” I whisper, moving off of him. “I want to tie your legs.”

I look at him for permission, and after a long pause he nods. I climb off the bed and slip the rope around first one ankle, then the other. Then I gaze down at his gorgeous body, naked and spread helpless in front of me. When he looks up at me, I see the total trust in his eyes. And, I’m pretty sure, more than a trace of lust.

I climb back up on the bed and kneel between his outstretched legs again. I trace the tips of my fingers along the inside of his thighs, never taking my eyes of his thick hard cock bobbing in front of me. Then I finger his balls, already tight, and fondle them lightly. Keeping one hand on his balls, I grasp the base of his shaft with the other and squeeze. When he moans, I let go and lightly trace the tip of his cock with my fingertips, still squeezing the base with my other hand. His veins throb as he moans again.

I pull away from his cock and cup my breasts. The ache in my nipples is gone, and they are hard and erect and very sensitive. I close my eyes and fondle them, stroking and twisting and pulling, and the sensations shoot straight to my groin. I sigh and open my eyes. My husband is watching intently, and I think I see pleading in his eyes. I give him a small smile.

I reach back down to his throbbing cock and roll it between my palms. I begin slowly, then increase the pace, watching his face closely. His breathing is ragged and shallow, and his eyes are half closed. I continue to play with his shaft, alternating between light touching and stronger stroking, until his breathing shifts again. When I pull away he opens his eyes, still pleading silently.

I give him a long look, then put a finger in my mouth and slowly suck it with pouty lips. I pull it out and put the tip at the hole in his ass. Then I grasp his shaft with the other hand and push the finger into him. He jerks and gasps. Keeping the finger pushed as far into him as I can, I stroke his cock with quick, hard strokes until he lets out a deep groan and shudders.

I take my hands away and lean over him.

“Are you having fun?” I ask playfully.

He nods and groans again. I stare at him for a long moment, thinking how to continue the tease. Then I climb over his leg and straddle him backwards, my pussy hovering over his face, his cock bobbing in front of my face. I lower my hips and feel his tongue stab at my swollen clit. As he licks and sucks, I settle into the pleasure and watch his throbbing shaft wave in front of me, begging for attention. I lightly lick the underside, then put my lips around the head, sucking gently. I push my pussy down on his face, seeking more contact, and his tongue moves faster around my pussy and clit. I respond by sucking his shaft more deeply, bringing all of him into my mouth, the tip at the entrance to my throat. My attention bounces between my own pleasure and his, and I feel the inevitable orgasm once again begin to create inside me. But I don’t want to cum yet, so I raise my hips and pull my mouth away from his hard cock. He moans and squirms under me, pulling at his bonds, the muscles in his arms and legs hard and taut.

I climb off of him and admire his naked body once again. Then I straddle him, his cock pressed up against my now sopping wet pussy. He stares at my breasts, his breath coming in quick, shallow gulps. With a smile I lean down and arch my back, offering my nipples to his hungry mouth. He licks and bites and sucks first one, then the other. He can not seem to get enough, so I indulge his need. When I sit back up he is breathing rapidly, eyes bright with lust and desire.

I raise my hips and put the tip of his cock at the entrance to my slippery cunt. We stare at each other, and all I see in his eyes is desperation. When I push the head into my wet hole, he closes his eyes and moans loudly. I hold him there for a moment, then sit all the way down on him, impaling myself on his hard, thick shaft. I too close my eyes and moan, luxuriating in the feeling of fullness in my pussy. He tries to thrust, but I hold him down and keep him deep inside me. I am struck by the wondered that I am fucking the man I love most in the world, and the realization almost makes me cum on the spot.

Keeping him inside me, I bend down and kiss him tenderly. My love for him is boundless, but my lust takes over and I thrust my tongue into his mouth in another fierce and passionate kiss. He pushes back, his tongue ravenous, his need overpowering. I feel his body begin to tremble under me, so I begin to move on his shaft with long, slow strokes.

Finally I break the kiss and sit up, staring at him. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, and he his panting. I have him on the edge, so I slow my strokes for a moment. He opens his eyes, and the desperation is even more intense. I give him my best crooked grin and whisper softly to him.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

His answer is a long, loud groan, and I watch the desperation turn to panic. He thrusts his hips as much as he can in his restraints, and I match his movement. My own orgasm is very close, and all I can focus on are the sensations in my pussy. Finally I give in to the pleasure and begin to bounce up and down, fucking him as hard and fast as I can until we quickly pass the point of no return. His body thrashes and spasms and he lets out a loud roar, pouring his jism deep into my womb. My own orgasm crashes over me and I scream and cry out, my body trembling, my mind in pieces. I have never felt so close to him. We continue to cum together, filled with overwhelming pleasure and joy, as the first rays of sunrise spill into the room.