Trussed & Trustability

For someone

THE PLAN

Once — before I met her — I used to think that I had quite a few kinks. For example, I like photography. I used to hire models to do glamor shots; just nudes, nothing hardcore, but I think some of my colleagues might view this as not exactly mainstream. You hear horror stories about hobbies like this being exposed. So I was super discreet. It was my secret.

I watched porn. Then what guy doesn’t? Again, nothing too extreme. And I enjoyed a little light anal play. I got off on a girl slipping a finger into me. It made me squirm. I might have slipped something in there myself on occasion.

That all seemed so vanilla now. Because I met this girl.

I’d had two long-term girlfriends, the second one I got pretty serious with for a while. Before, between, and after, I also had fun with a few other women on a shorter-term basis. I didn’t pride myself on sleeping around, but I wasn’t a monk either. I’d been with nine women in total; if you included a couple of one night hook-ups. All of which life history leads up to saying that none of them were quite like her.

None of them were quite like Amber.

Now Amber has kinks. It’s like mine are high school basketball and hers are the NBA. Amber had, as they say, explored her sexuality in her younger years. Explored it very extensively. She’d done things I had only seen in porn vids. It was a little intimidating, if I’m honest. And also more than a little exciting. Now turned thirty, Amber said that most kinks were firmly in her past, but I wasn’t sure that I entirely bought that. I think it’s maybe part of her. Luckily, that intrigued me.

Not long after we moved in together, I asked if we could maybe try something that she had done in her prior life. She agreed and we started slowly, nothing too scary. Then we had a lot of life stuff on, so exploration took a bit of a backseat for a while. To be entirely frank, plain vanilla fucking is pretty fulfilling with Amber. I think she feels the same, and we have lots of fun just doing that.

But recently, some thoughts started to float around my mind. I asked about doing something more adventurous and she came up with an idea.

To scene-set, I suppose some elements of our sex life might be seen as being agenda by others. We both like anal. We both enjoy her in lingerie or other outfits. And then there is still my photography. I don’t have to pay models any more to indulge my hobby. That’s our shared normal. I was interested in learning more about what had been normal for Amber before she knew me.

I mentioned anal. Amber is also fond of toys, and butt-plugs in particular. We had also experimental with tying each other a few times last year; nothing heavy, it had been fun. Amber’s idea was to combine the two. She has a beast of a butt-plug. I have no idea how she accommodates it in her tiny frame, practice I suppose. She once asked — teasingly I hope — whether I wanted to try it. I instantly demurred. Her rather thinner vibrator was fun for anal play, but that thing? No way.

Nevertheless, I have to admit that watching her insert it, the look of combined intensity and determination on her face, made me so horny. I also liked the buzzing feeling on my cock when we fucked with it inside her. She calls herself my sex doll; complete with built-in vibrator.

So why all this about butt-plugs? Well Amber’s main idea was that I insert the beast into her while she was restrained. I didn’t know if I was more terrified or excited. But she looked at me, with her big, green eyes wide open, and with such a pleading look on her face, that I just had to agree. I find it close to impossible to say no to her. She had some other ideas as well, but we’ll get to those later.

So, this was kinda a big deal. We are both plans, so we talked it through. What we were going to do, how we were going to do it, what to do if something went wrong. She was patient with me, realizing that this was very different from what we had tried before. She told me to expect it to be difficult. Difficult for her, of course, but probably much more difficult for me.

Amber explained that having another person entirely in your control can do things to someone. It can scare the shit out of them, or it can bring out a darker side. It’s hard to tell in advance which. But she said she trusted me. She made me feel that I could handle it. But that was then…

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FRICTIO INTERUPTA

Today felt different. It was early on Saturday evening. We’d had a few busy weekends Recently. This one was essentially free. We’d got up late, well I had. I think Amber had been on her phone from quite early. She’d woke me up in her inimitable manner. It’s surely every guy’s dream to come to feeling a soft mouthenveloping your cock, eyes staring at you, while you grow harder and harder inside her. Today it was my wonderful reality.

After digesting a late breakfast, we’d gone for a run. The sky was gray and there was a slight drizzle, actually pretty good running conditions. Showering, me making lunch, and a lazy afternoon followed. Amber working on an art project, me editing photos. Chatting about what we were doing, asking opinions, sharing, laughing. She’s an exciting lover, but had quickly also become my best friend. Hanging out and not doing too much is often just perfect.

But I’d been aware of tension building, along with anticipation. It started a couple of hours before the time we had agreed. An hour later, I found myself rather agitated. Amber picked up on my mood. “It’s OK, honey. It’s natural you are a bit tense. Let’s do something to relax you. OK?”

I realized that my voice was warning a little as I replied. “That sounds good, sorry I’m being a baby about this.”

She was understanding. “Honey, it’s a big deal. I was you once, I get it. But it’s going to be OK. I promise. Just trust me.”

That one was easy. “Of course I trust you, angel.”

I was rewarded by a wide smile. “Good. Now let’s get you relaxed.”

Amber led me to our bedroom, and asked me to undress, before disappearing briefly. She seldom needed to issue that type of request twice. I’d just thrown on a T-shirt and sweat pants after showing, so the task was not onerous. I was unsure what she had in mind, so left my boxers on for now.

Amber returned carrying two large, folded towels, with three pillar candles resting on top, together with a lighter I used for BBQs. She placed all the items on the bed, then addressed me. “Boxers too, honey.”

I stripped naked, and she bought herself. First spreading the towels on the bed and indicating that I should lie down, second positioning the candles strategically and lighting them. She also lit an in situ set of three tea lights in metal holders.

Picking up the top tray of a diffuser she filled it with water, and lit another tea light under it. She found two bottles from her dresser, dripping oil onto the diffuser from one, and placing the second, and larger, one next to me on the bed.

The day was dull and it was not yet Spring. As Amber twisted the blinds closed, the room became darker, the flickering candles throwing orange-fringed shadows on the walls. The smell of ylang ylang began to permeate.

Amber was wearing shorts and her favorite dark hoodie. We’d been together many months now, but the sight of her crossing her arms to peel her top up and over her head, revealing her small, but pert breasts, still caused me to catch my breath. She’s several years younger than me. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to liking that aspect of her. She knew too, we didn’t really keep secrets from each other.

I’d been prone, but had rolled onto my side to watch her undress. She put on a look of mock disapproval. “Oh, honey. It’s not like you never saw me nude before. Later, OK?”

She reached out and tugged my hardening cock playingfully, before dropping her shorts and panties. “OK, honey. Maybe just a little first.”

Amber climbed onto the bed, and lay down. I moved my thigh to make a pillow for her head. She’d not straightened her hair after showering and her wavy light brown locks ticked as she settled down. She made a place for me as well. We had long ago figured out how best to interlock our rather different sized bodies, and I was now also resting on her thigh, each of our opposite knees raised.

I was, unsurprisingly, now fully erect and Amber took me in her mouth, her hand gripping my root tightly. Feeling my heart beat faster at her tingling touch, I turned my attention to my girlfriend’s needs.

Her smooth and hairless vulva was tantalizing inches from my face. She reached back with her spare hand and spread her labia minora for me, still sucking on my now throbbing cock. The lips were held stickily together at first and, as she parted them, little glistening threads spanned the gap vertically, before breaking.

Her vagina was as well-lubricated as ever. I have never met anyone so ready for sex at any time, or in any place. A little of her translucent secretions dripped slowly out onto her lower lip. I lapped them up greedily. Amber always tasted so heavenly to me.

My stimulation spurred her on and she was pretty damned good at what she was doing. I fought with my feelings, tried to damp down the fires leaping up inside me, and focused on her. I pulled back Amber’s hood and lapped urgently at her, while burying my thumb in her warm, wet depths. She liked my thumb, and I felt her squirm as I ground it into her.

Now it was a race and I felt she had a head start. I clenched and attempted to stop my muscles from spasming when that was what they desperately wanted to do. I knew I couldn’t suppress the rising throbbing much longer, not helped by Amber increasing her frequency as my oral attentions began to have an effect on her.

Hold on. Christ, it was difficult. My whole body yearned for blessed release. I drew my thumb out, placed it directly on Amber’s clip and plunged my tongue into her, prompting her head to jerk back with a long, heartfelt moan, before she took me back in her mouth. I was catching her, but the finish line was close. If only her mouth didn’t feel so good.

I swapped again. Knowing her limits well, I slide three fingers into her soaking opening. Not a moan now, more a deep grumbling, which I felt against my shake deep inside her. I fingered her hard and pursued my lips, sealing them around her clip and sucking. And that was enough, I felt her body squirm, her hips gyrate, and her scream was muffled by a mouth full of cock.

She had stopped her bobbing as she came. I felt her get her breath back and then she attacked me. There was no other word, and no hope of me having any control. She was in charge and my body responded almost instantly to her fevered sucking and licking. I had no hope of holding back and gave in to the inevitable, my eyes tight shut as she filled my head with stars and her mouth with my semen.

Spent for the moment, we each rolled sideways and onto our backs, chests heaving with emotion as much as exertion. Her hand found mine and we both squeezed. We each witnessed, “I love you,” dissolving into giggles at our synchronicity.

We lay like that a while, getting our breath back. Then Amber swiveled around, kissed me — she tasted of my cum — and said, “as it’s now a two blow job day, maybe we should skip the massage, and just get to it, OK?”

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FIRST IMPACT

I had been relaxed in a warm, post-orgasmic way, now I felt the knots back in my stomach.

A second kiss from Amber, accompanied by her salty tongue in my mouth, and she got off the bed, and onto the floor. After a little huffing, she emerged in triumph, some restraints in her hand, together with a long aluminum tube. Most people have shit like that under their beds, right?

“Up you get, do my hands first. I’d like to be on my back for the actual insertion, but I need warming up too.”

She sounded so matter of fact about things, like we were discussing a store list. Anyway, I did as I was told, and Amber knelt on the bed, holding on to the slatted headboard. She looked back at the restraints meanningfully.

Amber called them our ‘baby restraints.’ They fastened only with Velcro, and probably would not have withstood a determined attempt by her to loosen them. Then I guess she didn’t really want to go anywhere.

I closed one loop around Amber’s left wrist, and the other end diagonally around both a slat and the upper frame. Amber nodded her approval. Encouraged, I did the same with her right arm. Phase one complete.

Amber wriggled, I could see she was a little flushed. She had told me that being bound was a big turn-on, and her arousal was already evident. “OK, honey, ankles, remember how I showed you before?”

I lay the metal tube between her legs, and she moved her knees a little further apart. I found the sight of her already parted labia, slick with dripping juices, very distracting. I guess, once she was Restrained, I could do what I liked with her genitalia. As if I would be so bold!

Amber broke me out of my reverie. “Hey, daydreamer, less perving over my pussy, and more getting me properly bound!”

Rather sheepishly, I closed a loop around one ankle, and attached the other end to the spreader. I moved around the bed to complete my initial work. Looking at Amber’s petite body, fixed in position, I began to share her arousal.

Amber was now very excited, her face glowing, but she was also more than aware of the effect she was having on me. “Nice to see you’re getting into the spirit,” she grinned, eyeing my now full erection.

Highly amused, she continued. “So, I’d really like to be paddled, but maybe that’s a bit much for today. Just spank me, OK? And remember what I said, don’t hold back. I’m used to this, I like it, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

A thought seemed to cross her mind. “It would be nice for me to have a ball-gag to bite on, but perhaps we’d better make communication easier for you. And, as an added bonus, you can listen to me squeal.”

As she said the last sentence, Amber looked back at me over her shoulder, a devilish grin on her face. I found my breath was fluttery and my heart was making a racket in my chest. I wasn’t sure what was sexier, my girlfriend, or what she had me doing to her. Both I guessed.

Once more Amber’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Honey, it’s not gonna spank itself.” As she spoke, she waggled her ass provocatively.

We’d played with spanking before, and it had been fun to both give and receive. But today, I know that my girlfriend wanted a different level of intensity. She was relying on me to provide it, but I doubted myself. Playful slapses were one thing, but Amber had asked me to spank her hard, to turn her flesh bright red. I struggled with the idea of ​​hurting the woman I loved, no matter how much she craved it.

“Angel, I’m waiting!”

Burying my inner conflict, I took a gulp and stood next to Amber. I could see her petite body quivering, as if every nerve was enlivened. I ran my fingers lightly down her spine, and she twitched and moaned. In other circumstances, her response would have been redolent of more direct and intense stimulation. I guessed Amber’s claim about what being restrained did to her was true.

She whispered to me, in a voice lady with desire, “spank me, please.”

Gone was Amber’s previous command of the situation, she was almost begging me. My girlfriend’s heightened state was having an effect on me, I felt my sharpid cockthrobbing, my heart pounding. I swung my hand slowly back, closed my eyes, and let it fall on Amber’s butt. It was a harder blow than I had ever had the courage to land on her before. Part of my fierceness was as a result of her pleading, but, I also recognized a growing hunger in myself.

The loud thwack was immediately followed by the promised high-pitched squeal. Opening my eyes, I saw a growing redness on one of her butt-cheeks, and Amber’s body twisting as she adjusted to the blow’s aftermath.

Sounding slightly hoarse, Amber spoke again. “That’s my brave boy. Just like that. But harder. Please harder.”

I was still shocked at the weight of my initial slap, but the desire to make Amber mistake and scream began to rise in me. It was intoxicating. My second blow was on her other cheese, and — as she had requested — harder again. This time I kept my eyes open and saw the impact resonate through her firm, but supplement flesh. My reward was a shrink shriek, followed by a loud, “oh fuck!”

Amber’s ass was beginning to glow. It was such an erotic sight, generating appetites that I had no clue existed in me.

“Again, please. And don’t stop.” It was more a whimper than a normal request.

Something was changing in me, unlocking maybe. This was no longer just about pleasure Amber, the idea that her pleasure or pain was within my gift was making me tremble with excitement. I gave her two more slaps in rapid succession, one on either side.

Amber’s screams ended in moans of longing. “Don’t stop,” she breathed through clenched teeth.

But I did stop. I stroked her reddened ass, then followed the natural cleft between her cheeks, around her tightest opening, and down to her pussy. As I’ve said, Amber was always well-lubricated, but today moist was so inadequate a description. Viscous liquid hung from her opening, and already a small pool had formed on the towel below her.

I scooped a little up, and offered my sticky fingers to my lover. She took them in her mouth and sucked voraciously. As she did, I slapped each ass-cheek again. Amber’s body flinched but she kept sucking until my hand was clean.

I went and knelt between her legs, and — seeing that her vagina was soaking wet — slid three fingers into her. Amber’s juices were so profuse that my insertion felt close to frictionless, despite the inwards pressure of her walls on me. As I pushed in harder, Amber throw back her head and uttered a long, drawn out, “fuck!”

It feel like some test of physical coordination, but — as I began to fingerprint Amber’s slick canal — I recommended spanking her, with a steady rhythm and a heavy hand. Maybe this was what it was like urging a race horse to the finish line.

For her part, Amber’s previous vocalizations became wordless grunts and moans, as I thumbed my digits into her pussy, and sharp yelps, as I landed each blow on her red raw ass. Amber thrust her hips back at me as I pushed my fingers hard into her. Each new blow sent a shudder through her body.

The combination seemed so intense for her, that Amber was soon writing and straining against her binds. I knew she was so close and increased the frequency of my fingering and spanking. The new cadence had her climax hard with a piercing yell, and accompanied by liquid streaming from between her legs and onto the towels, something I had never seen her do before, and had honestly thought only happened in porn.

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UNRESTRAINED

My inclination was to let her recovery, as I would normally do. But, in between pants, Amber shouted. “Fuck my ass, do it now!”

It’s the sort of invitation any guy would struggle to refund. I located a lube bottle from my nightstand and squirted a lot onto her asshole, which was exposed by the spreader. My excitement was so great that I forsook through lubrication, instead just drizzling a generous amount on to my head, and hoping it would suffice.

We love anal, and were accustomed to starting gently, giving Amber’s muscles time to soften and accept me. Today felt different. I couldn’t contain myself, pushing my head against her ring with my thumb, and then thrusting forward. She popped open with the loudest scream yet, and I slipped in.