Ashley found Bill to be a smolderingly sexual man: tall, rock-solid, tough, tight, and gruff looking, but with a heart of gold. His wife Roni was a beautiful girl in her own right, the type that didn't need makeup to be fantastic, but when she did, she was unbelievable. She was about 5' 4" tall, thin, and curvy in all the right places, with straight mid-back length, blonde hair with a bright-red streak in it. Her smile lit up a room, and quite frankly, she drove me to distraction, and seemed to love doing it. Every time we saw each other the sexual tension could be cut with a spoon. More than once I wanted to jump on her, drag her off into a dark corner and not come out for about a week...
My Ashley seemed somewhat distracted as we prepared to leave for our day’s outing. She had spent extra time last night making sure her beautiful dark-brown, waist-length hair was set to perfection; her outfit was finally laid out after an hour of trying on everything in her play-clothes closet.
Last night she had been so very attentive to all my desires. We made soft, loving, passionate love for hours, something that we hardly ever did anymore. Our time together had transformed into wham-bam, let’s fuck, but not this time.
This morning she made us both a great breakfast and afterwards, she attacked me in the shower, we made wild, anal-love until we nearly fainted. She knew how much I craved her infrequent sessions as dominating; the feel of her strap-on dildo penetrating my ass drove me insane, as my cock fucking her ass did to her. I didn't’t know why her attentions had changed so drastically, but I was not going to look a wonderful gift horse in the mouth, so to say. She had entered the shower without saying a word, she took the soap and lathered us both up, from head to toe.
She pressed herself against my body and rubbed hers up and down against me. The strap-on dildo that she was wearing slid on my stomach as she did her dance of lust.
She then turned around: bent over, and parted her ass cheeks with her hands, then told me,
“You know what I need.”
My soap-covered cock pressed against the rosebud of her tight and lovely ass, she moaned as she felt the pressure of my cock beginning its invasion of her hot and willing behind. With a sharp push forward, my cock rammed deep into ass, I stayed inserted to my cocks full length for a few seconds, when I felt her relax, I began pumping her ass harder and harder. I soon felt the unmistakable feeling of my cum welling up in my balls, aching for release. I then pushed forward once more and the shower of hot cum shot into her hole. Together we moaned and groaned until she and I were satisfied fully. She then uncoupled and instructed me to do as she had done. Complying, I bent over and willingly accepted her dildo deep into my rear; I had known this wonderful ten inch intruder on several occasions, and loved every encounter we had. She grabbed hold of my hips and fucked me like a crazed sailor, until she made me scream with orgasmic pleasures.
Finishing in the shower, we dried off, and I sat on the edge of the bed as my lovely lady got dressed. First, she donned a pair of bright-red, latex, dildo-panties: something that drove her wild with lust whenever she wore them. Watching as she slipped into them, I could see the rush of sexual tension as the well-lubricated dildo found its way deep into her wet and willing pussy. The soft purr she emitted told the entire story. Then, Ashley donned: shiny, white-spandex, micro-shorts, with a sexy red belt, and a large, silver buckle which she pulled tightly closed.
“Wouldn't want to lose that,” she said, as she pointed at the crotch of the dildo panties.
She then slid into a bright-red, latex, crop-top, with long poet sleeves, and tight, ruffled wrists, with a single snap on the front for closure.
As the tiny, latex crop-top stretched across her ample breasts, they were jutting boldly forward, barely covered, as the small, single snap on the top only provided a closure of the extreme bottom of the blouse. Her entire cleavage was exposed, and most of her gorgeous tits as well.
On her legs, she donned a pair of crimson-red, 1970's style, knee-high, Go-Go boots with a high platform and 6- inch spiked heels.
She then asked me for help. On her dresser were heavy stainless-steel cuffs and a collar. They were each: about an inch and a half wide, and about 3/8 of an inch thick, each with an attached “D” ring, and a hinged closure with a single set-screw to fasten them securely closed.
As I picked one up to put it on her wrist, I was amazed by the sharpness of the inside of it. The outer portion of the bracelet was highly polished, like a mirror. Inside, however, the bracelet was patterned with thousands of tiny, pyramid-like protrusions, made by numerous “V” shaped grooves, that were cut in the surface, both length and width-wise. The result was a pattern of very sharp, pointed, pyramids of steel. As I closed it around her wrist, the bracelet was obviously about a half inch too small to close easily. I showed her and told her that it would not fit. She smiled at me and told me to squeeze it closed and screw it together. As I squeezed it closed, I could see the grimace on her face as it crushed shut. I inserted the screw and tightened it quickly, with the tiny wrench that was supplied. I could see by the expression of anguish on her face that it was painful. I had felt the tiny points bite into her skin as I shut it. She said nothing, but raised her other wrist toward me, as a sign to fit the other bracelet to her, which I did.
Her facial expression was the same, as the sharp points dug into her soft, white, flesh.
Next was the collar, it was similar to the bracelets but wider, about 2 inches wide ,with a large “D” shaped ring on the front of it. Fitting it to her lovely neck, I again pointed out that it was at least one-inch too small. I doubted that I could safely get it closed.
“Roni lent these bondage manacles to me, and since she and I wear the same sizes, it should fit,” Ashley told me.
Positioning it on her mid-neck, I gently squeezed it shut, watching as it constricted her neck considerably. I could see that it was making her breathing more and more difficult, plus it was severely digging into her neck. She shook her head ever so slightly and said,
“Please, screw it closed quickly.”
I did, and without saying another word. She was now completely locked into the steel torture implements that she had selected for herself. I asked her how she was doing.
She replied, “It hurts like hell, but I’m fine. Now, do the last of them.”
Looking at her dresser, I saw two more steel bands, much larger then the bracelets. I asked her what they were for.
She exclaimed, “My upper thighs, please.”
Shaking my head affirmatively, I picked one up and repeated my task, I placed it just below the bottom of her shorts, and after tightening it, I attached the second one. The tiny points dug so deeply into her, noticing as I tried to turn one of the bands slightly to adjust it, it would not move.
It had dug itself firmly into her soft, milky-white skin with a grip that could not be broken. I asked her if she could stand these five, torturous bands, she said that she could, and she added,
“They are quite painful for now, but in an erotic way. I am sure that I will get accustomed to them, as Roni is, besides, my pussy is soaking wet from wearing them.”
I was amazed at her ability to find pleasure in the face of pain, and quite pleased, seeing her in such lovely torment always made my cock rock hard!
Speaking of hard, she told me to, “Take the codpiece off of your leather jeans.