Housebound Heat: A Dominant Delight

The morning sun, a molten orange through the bay window curtains, painted stripes across our bed as I lay tangled in Ben’s arms. It was a lazy Sunday, the kids long gone, leaving us to indulge in the simple pleasures of our shared space. A playful kiss, followed by gentle caresses of our naked flesh, felt like a perfect start to the day.

“I love you, babe,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest as I drifted beneath the covers. “Just a little fondling, you know?” My fingertips danced along his cock and balls, a slow, deliberate exploration that ignited a simmering heat within me.

“And I love you, too,” Ben replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He leaned in for another kiss, a possessive claim on my attention. Our tongues met in a sweet, passionate dance, a prelude to the desires that swirled beneath our skin. The heat intensified, a rising tide pulling me deeper into his orbit. I could feel his cock swelling beneath my touch, a tangible sign of the pleasure he was granting me.

“Baby, today I’m all yours,” I whispered, my voice thick with anticipation. “Completely, utterly yours. An obedient submissive, ready to fulfill your every whim.” My lips pressed against his, a silent affirmation of my devotion.

“Really? Okay then,” Ben said, his voice laced with a playful challenge. “Stop talking and put your mouth on my cock.”

With a sigh of pleasure, I pulled back the covers, revealing the stark reality of our situation. His member, hard and eager, was a testament to the raw desire that bound us together. Holding the base of his thickening shaft with one hand, I gently kissed the head, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin. Then, I ran my tongue up and down all sides, paying particular attention to the swollen head and the delicate slit at its base. He groaned in approval, a deep rumble in his chest, as I took the head into my mouth, initiating the most intimate of pleasures.

I knew the rhythm, the art of the blow job. I had spent countless hours perfecting this skill, always striving to deliver the most exquisite experience possible. As I continued to hold the base, bobbing my head up and down, taking more and more of him down my throat, my body throbbed with pleasure. There were a few moments where I gagged, overwhelmed by the intensity, but I pushed through it, determined to give him everything he desired.

“Fuck! Stop! You’re gonna make me cum!” Ben growled, his grip tightening on my hair as he pulled my face to his. He kissed me passionately, then said, “You’re sure one cock-hungry bitch, aren’t you?”

“I am your cock-hungry bitch, master,” I replied, my voice breathless. “Your cock tastes so good, and I just love sucking it, master.” The words felt both liberating and utterly devoted, a declaration of our shared passions.

As we continued our passionate exchange, Ben rolled me over onto my back, positioning himself above me. My legs opened wide, a willing invitation to his lustful intentions. We kissed again, our eyes locked in a silent conversation of desire.

“I’m gonna fuck you now! Gonna fuck your hot cunt!” Ben declared, his voice deep and sensual. With a swift movement, he thrust his head between my pussy lips, initiating the ultimate act of submission.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt him enter, followed by a squeal of delight. “Yes! Fuck me, master! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me hard, master! Fuck me!” My body trembled with the force of the pleasure, my pussy gripping and sucking at his cock with desperate abandon. The heat built within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

Ben began thrusting slowly, pulling back then shoving back in hard, maintaining eye contact as we plunged deeper into our shared ecstasy. The room vibrated with our combined energy, the bed squeaking beneath our weight. Each thrust was a wave of sensation, washing over me with intoxicating intensity.

“Mmmmph, Fuck me! Mmmmph, Feels so good! Mmmmph!” I groaned, unable to speak as my body was consumed by pleasure. The sounds of our passion, mixed with the squeaking bed and my own moans, created a symphony of lust and desire.

Between his grunts and groans, my moans and squealing, plus the bed squeaking, it created a truly stimulating atmosphere. As we continued our frenzied encounter, Ben did something he had never done before. He placed his hand on my throat, applying gentle pressure. Not enough to cut off my air, but just enough to heighten the sensation, intensifying my pleasure.

Initially, I was startled by his action, but it quickly gave way to ecstasy as I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. My body shuddered as I came, the sensation both intense and exquisite. I cried out, lost in the depths of my own pleasure, as my body trembled beneath Ben's relentless assault.

Suddenly, Ben stopped, pulling back from my body. His cock remained rock hard, a testament to the passion we had just shared.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t cum! Why did you stop?” I asked, rubbing his chest, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.

He looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Excuse me, woman! But how do you address me?”

I gave him a quizzical look, then remembered. “Oh, I am sorry master! I meant no disrespect!” I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Why don’t you go grab me a beer?” he requested, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

“Yes, master,” I replied, rising from bed. My legs quivered slightly from the lingering effects of my orgasm. As I approached the dresser, I caught sight of our blindfold, still in place, a tangible reminder of our previous encounter.

Ben writes:
“I am gonna be honest here. The reason I stopped was not really with the intention of teasing her, though she thinks (or thought) it was. The fact of the matter is that I would have cum had I not stopped. And I was not ready to do that just yet. It was a primal instinct, a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure that demanded to be held back, contained, and savored. She may have felt disappointed, but I was simply indulging in a moment of exquisite restraint.”

I returned shortly with my cold, unopened beer, handing it back to her with a smirk. “Why did you give me an unopened beer? How am I supposed to drink an unopened beer, woman?”

I could have opened it myself, but I was enjoying this little game we were playing. It was her idea, after all.

“My apologies, master!” she replied, then opened the beer and handed it back to me. “Master, are we gonna fuck some more? You didn’t cum!”

I took a couple of swallows of my beer, savoring the cold liquid and the anticipation of what was to come. “Do you want to fuck some more?”

“Oh, yes, please!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with longing. As she began to play with my cock, it responded immediately, a sign of her intense desire.

I admit that I enjoyed the feeling of her hand on my cock, but I held back, determined to maintain control. “I didn’t say you could touch my cock, woman! Shall I restrain you since you can’t behave?”

“Sorry, sir!” she replied, frustrated and wanting, her frustration palpable in her gaze.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked upon my beautiful wife’s face. Then I had an idea – a wonderfully intoxicating erotic idea.

“Do we still have those handcuffs, woman?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

A grin crossed her face as she said, “Yes, master!”

“What are you waiting for? Get them!” I commanded.

My sweet Gina quickly retrieved the handcuffs from their hiding place and returned to bed. “Put them on and lay down on your back,” I ordered.

She obeyed, quickly securing the cuffs on her wrists. They had a release button, but there was no key. As she lay beside me, her body arched slightly, anticipating the pleasure to come.

I got out of bed and grabbed an old t-shirt from my dresser, using it to cut into strips. I then tied the cloth onto the chain of the cuffs, connecting them to the gap in the headboard. With another strip, I blindfolded my dear wife, plunging her into darkness.

“You’re going to love this,” I whispered, my voice filled with anticipation. As I approached her side of the bed, I began to kiss her neck, savoring the scent of her skin. Her breathing quickened as she succumbed to my touch, her body trembling with excitement.

It was time to fulfill my twisted desires. I wanted to feel her desperation, her helplessness, her utter submission. I needed to push her to the edge, to explore the limits of her own pleasure and pain.

As she struggled against her restraints, her moans grew louder, more insistent. She thrashed against the bedsheets, desperate to break free. But it was no use. The cuffs held her captive, unable to escape my control.

I continued to kiss her neck, deepening my touch, until her body arched even further, her hips swaying rhythmically. Her pussy was exposed to the air, glistening with anticipation. It was time to indulge in the ultimate act of dominance.

Taking a deep breath, I reached down and pulled her legs open wide, accommodating her lustful intentions. With a final, passionate kiss, I plunged my cock into her open pussy. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, a testament to the exquisite torment she was enduring. The sensation was both intense and intoxicating, a perfect combination of pleasure and pain.

As we continued our frenzied encounter, Ben put his hand to my throat and applied gentle pressure. Not enough to cut my air off, but just enough for me to feel it.

I admit that, at first, it scared me. But my fear soon gave way to ecstasy as I came and came hard. I cried out as my body trembled beneath Ben. My pussy gripped and sucked at his cock.

Then suddenly he stopped and pulled out of me. His cock was still rock hard as he rolled over onto his back.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t cum! Why did you stop?” I asked him as I rubbed his chest.

He looked at me and grinned, “Excuse me, woman! But how do you address me?”

I gave him a quizzical look, then remembered. “Oh, I am sorry master! I meant no disrespect!” I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You’re sure one cock-hungry bitch, aren’t you?” he replied with a smirk.

“I am your cock-hungry bitch, master! Your cock tastes so good, and I just love sucking it, master,” I replied.

The power dynamic was intoxicating, a delicious dance of dominance and submission. As I continued to enjoy the fruits of our twisted desires, I knew that this was just the beginning of our endless exploration of pleasure and pain.

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