Don’t look at me!

We were both tired when we went upstairs to go to sleep. I have been hinting about sex earlier in the day and evening, but since I sensed His tiredness I did not push too hard. I fully expected that we would go to sleep right away, but when I returned to the bedroom from the bathroom I had a totally unexpected surprise. On the bed were the soft cuffs (wrist and ankle) and bondage rope.

I giggled.

“Why are you laughing?”

I could not help myself. I giggled again. Was it nerves? Was it because something unexpected was happening? I just could not help myself and tried my best to suppress my giggles. With his index finger my Husband beckoned me to come to him. I walked around the bed and stood in front of him.

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He started to wrap the bondage rope around my chest. Above my breasts. Around my back. Below my breasts. The rope was tight. Feeling comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. When he was done he asked me to lie down on the bed. The first cuff was attached to my right wrist. The Velcro held it tight around my wrist. The strap on the cuff was tied to the bottom frame of the bed, holding my arm down tightly. I looked at my husband in surprise. Normally when he tied me down with these cuffs he tied me to the headboard and that never felt as tight as this. Next followed my right leg, which was tied just as tight as my right arm. When he was done on the left side, he sat down on my right side on the bed.

I turned my head to look at him. He gently put his hand on my cheek and turned my head so I looked at the ceiling.

“You don’t have to look at me,” he said.

I turned my head back and looked at him again, surprised. Not look at him? Yet again he turned my head away from him. This time he had one hand on my cheek and one on my nipple. He pinched me hard, repeating his words and turning my head away from him.

I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He moved his hand down to my mound, softly stroking me. But not for long. His fingers found the wetness between my spread legs. His wet finger found my clitoris. It circled my button. Around and around. Several electrical currents seem to run through my body, all starting and ending in that tiny part of my body. Two or three climaxes raged through my body with short intervals. Out of the blue his finger entered my ass. In and out he moved. Then he stopped. He pulled his finger out. I wanted to look at him, but remembered his words. My eyes were still fixed on the ceiling.

His finger entered my ass again. Yet again he moved it in and out slowly. In. Out. Oh god, it felt so good. I could feel some drops of horniness escaping my pussy. I climaxed. Suddenly he stopped. His face appeared in my line of vision.

“When I come back, I am going to use the fairy on you. Think about that while I’m gone.”

He left the room. I indeed thought about the fairy. I tried to see whether I could move my bum around, but my legs were tied so tight that I could not move. There was no way I was going to be able to wriggle my ass and escape the vibrations of the fairy. Will I be able to handle the touch of the fairy? That vibrations are so intense; I was afraid that I might go crazy; that the orgasms might be too intense. Or worse, that I will not be able to climax; to release this horny feeling in me. Then again my thoughts went back to the previous times he used the fairy on me. How much I enjoyed it. How intense my orgasms were. I started to look forward to the ‘torture’ of the fairy.

As he entered the room again, I looked at him. He did not look at me, but apparently did see my gaze on him from the corner of his eye. He had the flogger in his hand when he returned to the side of the bed.

“I told you not to look at me.”

I closed my eyes.

The flogger touched the skin of my arms. My breasts. My stomach. My legs. Over and over again. Sometimes soft; sometimes hard. I liked it. I hated it. I wanted him to stop. I wanted more.

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My body definitely enjoyed, no matter what was in my mind: I felt fluids running from my pussy.

The flogger touched the inside of my thighs. Left. Right. Right. Left. Unexpectedly the flogger came down on my pussy. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I could almost feel my nipples getting harder than they already were. Just as unexpectedly as he started, he stopped. When he touched my clitoris I almost instantly climaxed. He pushed two fingers in my pussy, fingering me. I climaxed again. Then he played with my clitoris again and yet again I had an orgasm. The bed under my buttocks was starting to feel very wet.

He stopped touching me and I sensed him still sitting on the bed next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. It was as if he was waiting for this moment. His gaze was fixed on me as he pinched both my nipples hard and yet again reminded me that I was not supposed to look at him. My nipples hurt; my eyes were closed again.

I sensed him standing up. The flogger worked its way over my body again. From top to bottom. From bottom to top. From left to right and from right to left. And on my pussy. By the time my Husband touched my clitoris again my orgasm was wetter than any of the preceding ones. He slipped two fingers in my ass and made me cum again. When he untied me he ordered me to get on my knees and offer him my pussy so he could satisfy himself.

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