Over the last year or so life – to me – has felt more like survival than a raunchy escapade …

It is not that I haven’t wanted sex. It’s been more that I’ve not felt I am sexy. And it has to be said if I am not turned on by ME than I don’t see why anyone else should or would be.

But the libido discussion happened between my man and I recently and it turns out he is more than happy to fuck me even when I feel like my fuckability has left the building 😉

Let’s put a Spring in our step

So now that spring is here we have decided to try and set aside time in the week to just give each other sexual pleasure. This was happening now and then, but because of the present conditions in life our antics were getting less – and a little bit mundane. So now we need to take advantage of the fact that we live in a remote area and the sun is shining more often, and once again take our love outside – be a little more adventurous. So I hope to be writing about that in the near future…

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This post is linked to an article by Kinky Katie. She retells a bondage experience of her own and then a few of us share our perspective on the topic. Mentioning our likes and journey into BDSM. Check out the post here.

In her article I include the start of my own bondage tale which continues below in italics… Because one thing I do enjoying getting involved with inside is bondage. The thought of being restrained and used is such a turn on. Usually our date nights are just that – us having a sexy date together during the evening time. But just after the current lock down began, when we still had a little bit of spring left in our step, we decided to get down and dirty during the afternoon.

Here’s what happened… Remember afternoon bondage delight is completely true. I never use artistic license in my date-night/day posts. The images in this post were taken just before we played.

Afternoon Bondage Delight

My man orders me to take off my panties and lay down on the my front ready for my wrists and ankles to be tethered to each corner of the bed. He secures the cuffs and blindfolds me. He’s well aware that I feel more vulnerable when I can’t see.

Then all is quiet. I wait not knowing what will happen next. After a few moments the suede tendrils, from one of our home made whips, land across my back. Biting and soothing the skin in one whack. That’s why I love leather so much. It is hard and soft. Warm, yet cold.

He changes things up and the whip makes contact with my arse and thighs. So near to my cunt that I become conscious of its need for attention. I lift my hips slightly so the tendrils lick between my legs, teasing my slit.

Suddenly he stops and says the effect of hurting me has made his cock hard. Not being able to see I am ultra sensitive to the sounds in the room and realise he is removing his trousers to gain some relief.

I feel the bed give slightly next to my head and can smell his cock. He starts to rub his knob all over my cheeks before forcing open my mouth and briefly thrusting his cock to the back of my throat. Yeah, he’s hard alright!

Unhooking my cuffs, so they remain on my wrists and ankles but I’m free to move, he tells me to turn over on to my back and assume the cross position. Then, he re-hooks the cuffs and removes my blindfold.

“So you can see how much pleasure I get from belting you.”

I am pleased to have my sight back. I feel less vulnerable even if it means being able to see him lifting his belt high before he strikes.

Grabbing his thick leather belt he pushes it down across my mouth like a gag before angling and swinging the end of it to smack the sensitive skin between my legs – making my cunt hyper sensitive and tingly. We have a mirror at the bottom of the bed and one to the side so I’m able survey the scene at every angle.

I swear with each thwack his cock pulses and gets stiffer.

He smears a liberal amount of lube over his fingertips and strokes my slit – slipping a finger inside and then moving lower before invading my arse hole. I wriggle a little but am well restrained – for his pleasure – so can’t move.

“Keep still. You like that don’t you. Your arse being full.”

It wasn’t really a question.

Replacing his finger with a lubed butt plug he wiggles it slightly and continues to finger me while whispering obscenities into the air. Almost without warning I feel myself going me over the edge. So much stimulation and attention leads to a deep and satisfying climax.

Hardly waiting for me to recover from my orgasm he unhooks me again with an order to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, putting my arms behind me he clips my wrists together. No hands allowed.

He stands in front, his hardness pointing straight at my face – I’m unable to touch – placing his hand on the back of my head he roughly shoves his cock in my mouth fucking it like a cunt. Paying no mind to me, just moving for his own satisfaction. Glorious!

After the previous high adrenaline stimulation it doesn’t take long before he fills my mouth and then anoints my face with the remainder.

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Sharing such an intense experience as the above – afternoon bondage delight – helps to refocus our relationship. Ready to face the strange world again…