Monday, August 31, 2015

Basement Bound

She knew something would happen, something that had never happened before, because that's just what he does in special circumstances. This was definitely a special time.

They had spent the last two weeks on separate sides of the county, even missing an anniversary together, because she was long overdue taking the kids to visit family. At moments, time seemed to stand still, as if to test her ever wavering patience, yet just as time passed slowly it went just as quickly, as she made memories with her children, friends, and family. At last, she woke up on the last day of her trip, at which point the minutes turned into hours.

She wore a new dress for him even though it would be late when he picked her and their kids up from the airport. It was a modest navy blue number, although it was shorter than she normally wears--which is saying something because she did fly some thousand miles with two kids in this shorter than normal dress. Special times call for special dress wear, does it not?

He only made it as far as the parking garage before he took advantage of her choice in clothes. While she was buckling the youngest child into her car seat, he lifted the dress to reveal matching underwear (if that's what you would call a small triangle of lacy fabric and a couple strands of elastic) and gave her a quick squeeze.

Not much can be done in a car with two little ones, but he found ways to make her squirm. Once they were on the road and the kids were asleep, he pulled her collar out of the glove box so that she could put it on, which was a wonderful surprise for her. It didn't take long for her bra to come off after that.

They made it home early in the morning, both were tired, but not too tired for him to use her mouth. It had been two weeks, after all. She ached to have him inside her, however she was on her period, thus leaving that ache to be soothed another day. You would not be wrong to assume her utter frustration with her body.

She nestled in his arms for a long, much needed, sleep...until five o'clock in the morning when he would give her another opportunity to swallow his cum.

The following night was the time for something new, just as she expected.

He plugged her and cuffed her wrists and ankles. There was no need for him to put on the collar because it was already around her neck--there was no way she would forget to put it on after so much time away from him.

He led her downstairs to the basement and into the utility room. The floor is concrete and the rafters are exposed, leaving the room chilly, though she didn't take notice the temperature because she was too busy wondering what he was going to do with the workout bench sitting before her.

One might think she would be nervous, but she was only giddy and unable to take the smile off her face. All she wanted was to experience whatever it was that he had planned.

She laid on her back, just as he told her to, he then tied her hands over her head and moved down to her ankles. He added two new hooks to the boards above so he could use rope to hold her legs up and, of course, spread so he would have full access.

Duct tape covered her mouth.

He attached the nipple clamps to her and then to her collar, in a way that left them pulling her nipples. Pain shot through her and a moan escaped her mouth, the first of many. She then felt clothespins on her pussy, just before he cropped her clamped nipples. The smile on her face was fading with that pain, all the same she was enjoying every bit of it.

He switched the clothespins to her nipples and she was sure he was going to put the clamps in place of the clothespins. She knew from past experience how bad it hurt when he put them between her legs and a, "No, no, no," came out of her mouth. She quickly found out that was not what he wanted to hear. The clamps were put on her lips instead, one on top and one on bottom, giving her ability to talk.

"Oh, does that hurt?" He asked nonchalantly, but knowingly.

He made her beg before he took them off, which she didn't hesitate in doing. The pain had her wondering which set of lips hurt worse with them on, though she didn't care to find out.

After more movement of the clamps and clothespins, the magic wand was put on her tender pussy. On high, no less. This got quite the reaction out of her.

In the mist of his play with the crop, clothespins, and clamps, he took the duct tape off her mouth, however because she was being far too vocal with the wand on, he had to cover her mouth again.

He took a moment to pinch her nose shut and ask a rhetorical question--of course she couldn't answer, she couldn't even breathe.

"I forgot you couldn't talk," he faked regret of this purposeful act, and chuckled as he let go of her nose and air filled her lungs. (I truly wish I remembered the whole of what he said, 'cause it was...worth repeating.)

He held the wand on her again and she came an unknown number of times, while he also played with her breasts and stayed in control of her breathing. The clothespins were also put on her nose, which was degrading to her in the most wonderful way.

She wanted him to stop and to never quit. She wanted to touch him, yet stay bound--more than once she tried to move her head so that it would touch his leg, or whatever part of him she could reach. It was more than fulfilling, but she wanted more.

"What do you say?....I shouldn't have to ask." He stated as her body shook before him.

After that, the thank you's came pouring out.

She hated being away from him for so long, but that night almost made the time away worth it. Of course, more than anything, she was just happy to be in his arms.

She is now secretly wishing he will do it all again once her period is finally done. ;)

20 comments:

  1. Wow!! What a wonderful welcome home:) So glad to see you back!!

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    1. little girl, it really was wonderful.

      Sounds like you've had some fun, too! ;) Apply that "Oh my..." comment to all those posts and times it by ten. Lol!

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    2. Yes, Explorer, it was. :)

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  2. Welcome he, Misty! Don't ever question again. He wants this!!!

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    1. Hs, I totally giggled at your comment...it is kinda hard to deny it now, huh? :D

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  3. That is some welcome back....He must have been thinking of you the whole time you were away...
    hugs abby

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    1. abby, I think you're right. He sure did make me feel special...and I'm still feeling special :D

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  4. welcome home Misty! Sounds like a wonderful homecoming! Glad to hear your holiday went well also!

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    1. Linda, thank you, it's good to be back.

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  5. Wow Misty, that sounds like some homecoming! Seems he missed you just as much :) Glad you had a great trip with the girls.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Roz, yep, turns out he missed me a lot more than I thought. Lol.

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  6. Now that's the way to welcome someone home. You lucky lady. Take care. K

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    1. K, right?! I'm thinking he should welcome me home like that even when I come home from the store or gym. Lol.

      Hope things are getting better for you...

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  7. yay! so glad you're home. He missed you, huh?!

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    1. mc kitten, it seems as if he did. And we're still making up for lost time ;)

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  8. Oh what a lovely welcome home! Love the anticipation and build up that you created with this writing, you invited us in to your scene and it was awesome. .

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    1. Bleuame, thank you for the compliment! Truly.

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