I turned up at Husband's house last night with a bag full of toys, a blindfold, riding crop, velcro wrist and ankle restraints... He got the idea.
I knew there was a scary top in there somewhere.. He really got into it, and scared the shit out of me! Tied my wrists together, in one of the ankle restraints, and put the other one round my neck, a little tight, scratchy, but perfectly so. Then, he made me put my wrists behind my head, and attached them to the other one around my neck, so my hands were stuck elbows up, behind my head. Genius.
Then, he says to me, "Surrender, is it your first name, your middle name or your last name?" "last name", I said. "WRONG! IT'S YOUR ONLY NAME!!"
He turned me around, back to him, and dragged the riding crop across my buttocks, legs, back, arms, face, tits, and then let me have it on the ass, really hard. Fuck, that thing really stings. No playing around like he's done before, he meant business this time. After a few of those, I was seriously hurting.
He forced me on my face on the bed, ass in the air, and bit me. I hate being bitten. It's too intense, but I could only go along with it. He reminded me, "Surrender, conduct the pain, don't fight it." More bites, arms, back, butt, inside thighs. I think I am a bit of a lightweight, I started crying, not much, just a trickle down the cheek. I didn't make a sound the whole time. Kept totally silent.
He turned me on my back, and pulled me towards the edge of the bed more, so my legs were off the edge, and fucked me really hard for a few moments. Then more riding crop across the thighs. Then, I got another hard spanking on the butt, for flinching.
He went down stairs, and came back a few minutes later, silently, and just put an ice cube on my red hot behind. Then slid it down my crack, towards my pussy, where he held it for too long, and that hurt like a motherfucker, that intense cold ache.
He did a few more heinous things, bit my nipples really hard, and then held me, and whispered, "I have never ridiculed you, have I?" I burst into tears, all the shame coming to the surface, the memories of being ridiculed in school for various things, etc. All those horrible moments of shame, embarrassment, that I would rather never remember.
Husband HAS never ridiculed me. He is kind like that, and never really even gets angry with me, more than a moment's worth, and it's usually forgotten pretty quickly. He does love me, I know that without a doubt. So, I let the tears flow, and he held me, and we lay there on the bed together.
Then he ordered me, still tied and blindfolded, to suck his cock. With my neck bound, I found that difficult, so he released my hands and undid the velcro around my neck. So then I happily gave him a blowjob, then slid up him to where I could rub my freshly shaved pussy all over his cock till he came. Then we just lay there, and drifted off, into a deep and peaceful sleep together.
I woke up this morning, and my ass is really sore. I am happy that he really got into that role. Talking about it this morning was fun, suggesting things that worked, didn't work, etc.
I feel pretty damn good about where we're going now. So much has been in question this summer.
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