Restrained Desire

The scent of lavender and sandalwood still lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the shower she’d taken before. It was a nice touch, really, setting the mood for what I had in mind. Tonight, we were venturing beyond our usual routines, stepping into a world of sensation and submission. I’d borrowed a set of ankle and wrist cuffs from my workplace – the mental hospital. They were heavy, made of thick, well-padded leather, with metal buckles and strong leather straps. I’d used them before, and knew how to apply them quickly and securely. They weren’t just restraints; they were tools of intimacy, designed to heighten anticipation and control.

She lay bare on the four-poster bed, the crisp white sheets a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her birthday suit was simple, a delicate lace camisole that barely concealed the curves beneath. The blindfold, crafted from a luxurious velvet, muffled her senses, forcing her to rely entirely on my touch. The room had been warmed to a comfortable temperature, a cocoon of pleasure designed to melt away inhibitions.

I began by applying a generous amount of warmed oil to her skin, starting at her feet and working my way upwards. The scent of coconut and vanilla filled the air as I massaged her legs, paying particular attention to her inner thighs. As I reached her mid-thigh area, I re-applied the warm oil to her shoulders, working it up onto her neck, then down her arms to her hands and fingers. Returning to her chest, I added more warm oil to her breasts, gently massaging them, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles. She shifted slightly, arching her back, and let out a small moan. I noticed the quickening of her pulse, the hardening of her nipples, and the subtle tremor in her skin. It was a sign of her mounting arousal, a delicious anticipation that fueled my own desire.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I moved down to her mound, applying warm oil and beginning a slow, sensual massage. I worked my way towards her swollen and moist external lips, teasing her with my fingertips. Her ass jerked up and down, side to side, as she strained against the restraints, desperate for release. I ignored her struggles, savoring the moment, prolonging the pleasure. I gently rubbed each of her external lips, exposing her swollen clit, a glistening pearl of pleasure begging to be touched. It was a deliberate act of dominance, a calculated push to heighten her anticipation.

Now, I reached for the Hitachi wand, a powerful pleasure device I'd purchased specifically for this purpose. I plugged it into a speed controller, setting the frequency to a low hum, just enough to ignite her senses. I touched the head of the wand to the bottom of her feet, feeling her muscles tense as she pulled against the restraints. Slowly, deliberately, I moved the massager up the outside of her left leg, up to her waist, then moved it to the right leg and repeated this motion. Next, I placed the massager on the inside of her left leg, moving it slowly as I approached her mid-thigh. I switched to the right leg, again moving from beside her ankle, slowly toward her mid-thigh. I noticed the wetness accumulating around her pussy, a clear sign of her growing excitement.

“Do you want me to move this to your pussy?” I asked, my voice low and suggestive.

“Yes,” she replied, shaking her head with a desperate eagerness. “Please!”

“Do you want to come? Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready… please make me come!”

I increased the speed of the vibrator, feeling the heat radiate from her body. As the sensation intensified, she began jerking with her pelvis, trying to escape the restraints, but it was no use. She was firmly secured, her body writhing in anticipation. The vibrations pulsed through her, igniting her pleasure centers and pushing her closer to the brink.

Her response was instantaneous. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she let out a primal scream, arching her back in ecstasy. The restraints held her captive, yet she seemed to revel in the sensation, lost in the depths of her own pleasure. I continued to hold the head of the vibrator against her twisting groin, with a loud moan, feeling her muscles contract and release in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy. She released a strong stream of fluid, and begged me to stop, her voice choked with pleasure.

“It’s too much! I can’t take it!”

She hadn’t used our safe word, but I quickly removed the tool away from her private area and allowed her to relax a bit, reassuring her that we weren't done yet. “We’re not done yet,” I told her, my voice dripping with confidence. “That was just to get you started.”

I retrieved a curved soft rubber attachment, about five inches long and an inch in diameter, designed to fit over the head of the Hitachi. I attached it, and as she was already very wet, almost passed on the lube. But I changed my mind and applied some lube to the toy, thinking there’s no such thing as too much lube when you’re engaged in sexual activity. It’s best to guarantee a smooth entry and the most pleasurable thrusting.

The blindfold remained in place, but I told her what was coming next, letting her know that she was about to experience something truly intense. I slowly inserted the attachment and turned the vibration back on. It hummed, and my dear wife began breathing faster as I slowly began moving the attachment in and out of her moistened love tunnel. She began pumping her hips, as much as the restraints allowed her to move, matching and then exceeding the speed of my thrusting. As I increased the vibrator’s frequency, she gave a loud moan, lifted her ass off the bed, and arched her back as she experienced another strong orgasm.

As I sped up the rate of my in and out movements, she continued riding the toy, thrusting wildly against it, extending her orgasm. A strong spray of fluid erupted from her pussy, further soaking the sheet beneath her. She was in a different zone now, gasping, thrusting wildly, wanting more.

I adjusted the vibration speed to its highest level, and she shrieked, then shot an even greater volume of fluid onto the bed sheet—so much that is started running down both of her thighs.

As I turned off the vibrator and withdrew it from her dripping pussy, she collapsed in exhaustion on the bed. Both of her legs were quivering and jerking, her chest was flushed, she continued breathing rapidly, and she had broken out in a sweat.

I removed her blindfold and asked, “Do you want more?”

“I’m done,” she replied with a smile, her voice weak but filled with a lingering pleasure.

As I began removing the restraints, she collapsed on the bed, looking spent.

“Did you have fun?” I asked her, my voice laced with amusement.

“Yes, it was very intense, and I’m beat,” she said, leaning her head against the pillows. “When do I get to try it on you?” Her words hung in the air, a playful challenge that left me both intrigued and aroused. The scent of lavender and sandalwood mingled with the lingering scent of her pleasure, a sweet reminder of the experience we had just shared. Tonight, we had pushed the boundaries of our intimacy, and the possibilities seemed endless.

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