8/31/2023 0 Comments Soiled panty gag femdom![]() ![]() Why did this feel so delightful? My fat cock pressed obscenely, seeking to poke out of the skirt. I swayed in my bondage, the hem dancing around my knees. Behind me, I felt the button fasten, then she slowly drew up the nylon zipper. Linda bunched it at my feet, then drew the garment up my bare legs and hips. I shook my head no and made similar nasal noises. "This skirt is way too large for me, but I thought you might like it for you." "I went shopping for myself, but somehow the items got switched around." She shook out her purchase. "We can't have your fluids ruining anything," she told me. I found it very sexy and grew another half-inch in appreciation. In all of our years, she had never applied a condom to me. I stared powerlessly as she tore the packet with her teeth, then fit the latex and rolled it onto my erect member. We were in our attic, my hands secured to a rafter high above me, ball gagged, and naked posed before her. One night, during our Red Week, I was her prisoner. I teased her about the luxurious feel of her underthings compared to my boxers. As we did laundry, my fingers danced and took a few extra passes in folding her things. It was important to her that "the drapes match the carpet", so to speak, and she always has matching lingerie sets. Linda favors silky, satiny panties and briefs (never cotton). I had always admired her delicate lingerie. And when my release does come, I'm a pumping firehose, shooting gobs of semen, and finding release right down to my toes. For whatever reason, I can tolerate taunting and postponed fulfillment. But I have a real penchant for delayed gratification. I'm not comfortable with the term masochistic. But I could doze on my back, listening to her gentle snoring, anxious for my early morning hand job. Secured as I was, my dick was agonizingly out of reach. In time we came up with cuffs and bands, where my wrists were bound alongside each thigh. For instance, I found I couldn't sleep with hands over my head secured to the headboard. And if I behaved myself, and followed her rules, I could see some release and satisfaction in the morning. If I didn't want to sleep on the couch, I could only be in the bed with my hands secured. One evening at the start of the cycle, as we readied for bed, she presented her ultimatum. But now, when she was in that mood, it provoked anger and argument. In the past, this was a precursor to passion. But sharing a bed as we are, could I help it if my thickening cock didn't get the message? I admit it, I would turn and press against her backside. She had me keep my distance.Īt first, I was respectful of this. It was messy and disgusting, she told me. With her monthly period, any sex was forbidden by her. We noticed that one week a month, her mood noticeably turned. ![]() I have secured her spread eagle for hours, drawing repeated orgasms from her until she pleaded for release.īut somehow her health shifted. Over the years, we have bound each other hundreds of times, enjoying some amazing sex. Linda came along as a willing participant. Since our early dating, I have been excited by bondage. My thick dick fights its confinement, betraying my excitement. Wrists are strapped to the chair as well. Two belts cross my ample breasts, securing me to the chair back. I'm situated in a straight back chair, ankles and knees strapped tied, another belt pulling me into the seat. ![]() Picture me in my snug houndstooth skirt, grey blouse, stuffed bra, and shiny pantyhose. One day each month, my wife and I cross a kinky line. "Maybe we should be doing this more than just once a month." ![]() "Isn't this delightful?" You taunt, brushing me with a fingertip, your long hair caressing my cheek. I guarantee this buckle won't give."Īll true, as minutes earlier you pulled them taut then tugged another notch in to thwart any attempted escape. There's no hassle like with the bands of rope you arrange around me, those damned complicated knots. You loom over me, tracing the outline of the straps across my chest, then bend to trace the ones securing my hips to the seat. I can only shake my head, feeling delicate earrings bounce off the wide black strap. Male/female - married - bondage - femdom - crossdressing - sissy - gagged - tied - submissive - teasing - wife - husband One weekend a month of satiny gender bending: an introduction ![]()
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