Bondage. You might think that women who are into bondage are submissive throughout the whole spectrum of their lives. That we behave in a subservient way in the workplace, the kitchen, and socially. Well, that’s not strictly true. In fact, it’s not true at all for me.
I am a very successful businesswoman, known for my boardroom shit kicking. Nobody messes with me without consequences, and I’m like that in my private life too. I’m both loud and forward socially, the center of attention. At home, I don’t do the dishes, cook the meals, clean the house or take on any other domestic chore submissively. Like most people, if a job needs doing, I do it, but I do not allow anyone to boss me around.
But I do love to be bound. A shrink would probably tell you it’s because I like to have so much control across all other aspects of my life that I enjoy the total loss of it that I only get when I’m chained to the bed and at the mercy of another’s sexual desires. No doubt they’d be right, but I’ve never visited one and I have no desire to understand my own kinks. What’s to understand? I get off on being chained up. It makes me cum harder than through regular sex, and that’s all I need to know.
It’s not just any bondage that gets me off, although I’m not against other forms of constraint – it’s chains that I love. That feeling of cold hard metal against my warm skin gets my juices flowing way more than anything else.
Chains have a more ‘dungeon’ element to them than other forms of bondage. They certainly do in my house, because I have a special set up in the basement. I have all kinds of wooden furniture, some of it custom made, that is excellent for chaining someone up.
I have two favorites: one is a kind of wooden horse that I can lie face down on with my hands and feet chained to the legs, leaving me with my knees wide open and my ass, pussy and mouth at just the right height for a hard cock to force its way in.
The other is a hard wooden bed with wooden struts at each corner. The chains run through holes at the base of the struts and then up to the top, where they combine in a cross over the top of the bed and can be loosened or tightened with the use of one simple wheel.
When I’m lying on my back on the wooden bed, I begin to get wet the moment the chains are attached to my wrists and ankles. My husband chooses which of the holes to run the chains through, and this decides how high my feet and hands will be raised. If he runs a chain through the top holes, my arms and legs will be raised as high as they can go, and he can turn the wheel to pull me physically off the wooden bed and leave me hanging there, at his mercy.
The basement is cold all year around, and I feel the intense chill of the metal on my skin each time we go down there. It’s almost always me that initiates these sessions. I tell my husband that he needs to take me downstairs right now and deal with me, and he knows that to argue with me or deny me that is dangerous; but as soon as the first chain is biting into my skin, I slip into submissive mode and he is free to do what he likes with me.
And what he likes to do is fuck me hard and rough.
He knows that I love the wooden bed, because the number of chains involved and the sound of them clanking as he turns the wheel really gets me hot. He’ll chain me up and invariably set it up so that I am at the limit, the chains pulling on my arms and legs so hard that they’re almost but not quite lifting me off the wood, the cold steel chilling my flesh, the individual links sometimes biting into my skin. This is when he gets to be a kinky son of a bitch. Once I’m chained up tight, he likes to use his fingers and whatever else he’s got around the house on me.
First, he’ll run his fingers around the places where the chains bite, pulling on them to make it hurt just that little bit more; then he’ll come around to my head and probe my mouth with his fingers, getting them wet with my saliva.
He takes his time, his fingers tracing my body’s natural curves, until he is between my legs, playing with my cunt. When he begins to pinch my clitoris I know to expect that my pussy will soon be stretched open with a fist or a dildo or even a vegetable.
To have my pussy stretched wide open while cold steel chains are stretching my arms and legs wide is out of this world! I usually cum within minutes through this kind of play, and my husband keeps tormenting me, dominating me like this until I’ve cum at least twice before he gets his dick involved.
He teases me with his boner, rubbing it against my wrists and ankles, anywhere the steel chains are touching my skin, leaving it in my hand knowing I’m unable to do much more than grip it weakly.
When it seems like I’m sated and can be freed, that’s when the horny little devil gets off. He’ll leash my throat with a choke chain and walk me over to the horse, where he chains my leash to the floor through a steel ring and then shackles me face down over the horse. He shortens the chains just enough to make it uncomfortable, to keep the chains pulling on my limbs the whole time.
And then, when I’m absolutely at his mercy and unable to do anything but comply, he comes at me with his big prick.
You could ask him if he’s a blowjob man or an anal sex devotee, or even just a straight up pussy fucking animal, but in the nine years we’ve been together, he’s never showed any signs of favoritism – he fucks all my holes with equal gusto.
Sometimes, he’ll chain me down and then immediately fuck my mouth, holding my hair to pull my face up, then jamming his prick into my mouth and fucking hard and fast to spray his hot cum down the back of my throat. Other times he’ll give me no warning, just force his cock into my asshole and let me have it. And sometimes he fucks my cunt, slamming into me then pulling it all the way out, doing it again and again.
But there’s one thing he almost always does at my request, and that’s to cum on a special steel dildo and make me eat it while I’m face down on the horse, pushing the cold steel into my mouth until every last drop is gone.
It might sound extreme to some people, but vanilla sex has never been my thing, and I count myself lucky to have found someone whose preferences so perfectly align with mine. We enjoy looking at The Life Erotic together, and it’s good to know there are other people out there who are interested in the same kind of things that turn us on.
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