I'd been fucking this guy, Rueben, for the last two months. I've known him a few years and dated him briefly until he broke up with me to get back together with an ex, Marie, that he ended up marrying. He cheated on her with me less than six months after they got married, and we'd fuck a couple times a year, when she was out of town for work. They were divorced within five years, and she never found out about us, which made me a little sad because imagining myself being referred to as a homewrecking slut was kind of a turn-on for me. I settled for using it as a bio in my porn profile. So we'd never get caught by her fucking in their marital bed.
Our lockdown sex was super hot, and because nobody was supposed to be in close physical contact with anyone they didn't live with, it felt as dirty as it did when he was cheating on his wife. It was still just vanilla though, until one day he was boldly nosing through my bedside table and pulling out my toybox. Thick black collar, ballgag, silicone handcuffs. Mmmm, my Pinterest is nothing like Marie's, I'm sure.
"Oh my god, who do you use these with?" he asked, sounding shocked but also envious.
I stared into his eyes. "Guys online, except the handcuffs, because I can't really take pictures while wearing them."
"What guys online? Like Tinder?"
"No, not Tinder, like sex chat sites. I get kinda dirty on the internet; its fun."
I was feeling a little judged, but that made me bolder. I thought about how many times I'd been flooded with messages about how sexy my tits were, about how many sexting frenzies I'd gone on where I was tied to the bed and arched my hips to invite dick after dick inside me. So yes, I'm a kinky slut; why do you think I fucked you when you were married? It wasn't like we were still dating. There were no sandwiches involved.
"That's so fucking hot. Can I put these on you?"
We had just fucked long and hard. Normally I'd be ready to put my clothes back on and hang out and watch some TV, but the idea of getting to finally play with my toys with someone in my bed was making my cunt throb again.
I nodded. "Put the collar on me."
I sat up and held my hair up, watching him intently as he sat in front of me on the bed, naked, and put this powerful little control device on my neck.
"Make it a little bit tight, please," I asked politely.
He pulled the strap until the collar was firm but not constricting. As the leather cinched down and he fastened it in place, I let out a couple of breaths I'd been holding. My breathing got quick and shallow.
"Wow, that feels good, like I feel kind of owned suddenly," I said.
Nobody else had collared me before. Having him do it was like getting my cherry popped. I'd wanted it for so long, and finally it happened. He gave me a kiss, very gently. I'd seen his cock throbbing up to rock hard while he put the collar on me. He smiled into the kiss as he absorbed a rush. I don't think Marie ever let him do kinky things.
"You're in charge here; I'm just a slut now. I'd like to suck your cock with my hands cuffed behind my back, but I'd also like to be ballgagged. It's up to you," I said into his breath.
He pulled away slightly, his face almost imperceptibly hardening. I looked down at his cock and breathed in deeply.
"Get on the floor, on your knees," he ordered.
I did as he said, and he climbed out of bed, crouched behind me, and put the cuffs on me. They're not super hot like real pig cuffs, but this was our first time, so it was fine. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and put the ballgag on me. He didn't need to be told twice. He cinched that fucker tight. I reflexively moaned as I tried to push the ball out, but there wasn't enough give to get it to pop over my lip. My tongue was trapped under it.
It felt really humiliating to wear these things in front of him, much more than I'd imagined. I felt my face flush, but that feeling was also like a direct line to my clit, which wanted all the sensations. I looked up at him and whimpered quietly as he held his cock and gently stroked it, precum sliding around under his thumb. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to be throated with it. He pulled my head towards it, not so gently now, pushing it into my cheek, my nostrils, and rubbing my face on it.