Ambushed

I’m minding my own business, doing laundry one evening when he suddenly walks into the room and take the basket out of my arms. I start to ask why when he takes my arms and backs me up across the room to the bed. Ignoring my questions, he removes something from his pocket – a blindfold – and puts it on me. This is something we’ve never done before, and so I know immediately that it’s not going to be a typical evening.

My clothes are soon on the floor around my feet and he pushes me down onto the bed where he proceeds to tie my hands to the headboard and my ankles to the footboard. I am reclining on some pillows and my legs are bent and spread. Next I feel him brush my hair away from my ears and put iPod headphones on me. I start to hear heavy breathing…whimpering…moaning. It’s a recoding of people having orgasms. I swallow hard. This is all new and I wonder what exactly he has planned for me tonight.

I wait…not knowing what will come next, not knowing if he is even still in the room with me. For all I know someone else could be with us. I can only hear the sounds of sex, and can see nothing. I start to tremble a little from the cool air on my naked skin and from the nervousness and excitement I am feeling. I smell the sulphur of a lit match, and soon a tropical aroma - a candle, maybe. I can tell that someone has climbed onto the bed beside me.

He kisses me on the mouth, then I start to feel the cold wetness of an ice cube slowly running across my nipples. The melted water runs down my stomach and starts to pool between my legs. It’s not the only thing making me wet there. Suddenly I gasp as I feel a sharp, painful pinch of something clamping down on my nipples, first one then the other. I start to protest, but feel his mouth on mine before I can get the words out. The pain subsides just enough for me to bear it and he continues.

Next the tropical perfume I smelled earlier becomes more intense and I feel the heat of a candle flame being waved in front of my face. I inhale deeply just as the first drops of hot wax land on my breast. In contrast with the ice, it’s very hot but I know he won’t burn me. I trust him completely to know just when to stop. The wax is the kind that turns into oil when it is poured onto skin and now he starts to rub the melting, oily wax onto my chest, stomach and thighs. His hands strongly massage me and I think of how good they feel on my body and in it. I hear a woman’s happy scream in my ears and let out a little whimper of my own.

After a few minutes of slow, luxurious massage I feel a glass at my lips. I open my mouth and he pours a bit of red wine into it. I taste the dark, smoky flavor and ask for another drink. I swirl the liquid in my mouth then feel it burn a path down to my stomach. My legs are already spread, but I feel him start to push my thighs apart a bit more, and his fingers start to explore me. I know that I am very wet, but I feel the cold familiar feeling of lubricant being poured onto me, dripping off my clit, pooling in my pussy and continuing on to my ass. I can’t imagine why we need any additional lube, but suddenly something presses against my ass. Not a finger, but something harder and smooth. It becomes more insistent and starts to enter me. I relax my muscles and feel for a moment like I can not take in whatever this is. But just as I open my mouth to say something I feel it pop in with a smooth motion and there is no more pressure. However there is another similar item pressing against me now. I feel the same momentary pressure, then it slips in. Anal beads. We’ve never used these. He must have bought them for the occasion. How long has he been planning this? Soon six of the beads have been pressed into me and I feel pleasantly full. He gives the string of beads a little tug and I moan.

I am both apprehensive and delighted at the prospect of what will come next. I love the feeling of being controlled by someone I trust not to abuse their power over me. He knows just how much pain I can take, and how many tears are too many. I can let myself surrender completely to him and know that I may experience some pain and fear, but that in the end he will be certain that the main thing I feel is pleasure. As I adjust to the feeling of the beads inside me, the headphones are momentarily removed from one ear and I hear the familiar buzz of my rabbit vibrator held close to my face. The headphones are replaced and now I feel the hard cool tip of the phallus spread the lips of my pussy and push into me. Once it’s in the motor starts to rotate and I feel the vibrator moving inside me, the pearls gently massaging my g-spot. We stay like this for a while as he kisses me some more and flicks his tongue over my throbbing nipples. I am acutely aware that no attention has been paid yet to my clit, but know that once he touches me there it won’t be long before I am joining the chorus of orgasms singing in my ears.

Eventually I feel him situate the rabbit ears on either side of my clit and press it snuggly against me. Just this makes my breathing quicken and when he turns on the vibration I gasp and arch my back. The stimulation is intense and I bite my lip as my legs begin to shake. I start to feel f heat starting in my belly and spreading through my limbs. I try to keep breathing, and relax my tensing muscles and when I finally cum the combination of sensations makes me feel like I might actually black out. The waves start to subside and I catch my breath, but the vibrator is still buzzing away against my sensitive clit. I need a few minutes to recuperate, but there is no indication that he is going to remove the vibrator. I squirm and let him know that it is too much for me, but the only response I get is when he straddles my torso and firmly slides his cock into my mouth.

I struggle to breathe as I feel him slide across my tongue and into my throat. I love having him deep in me this way, but having just cum and struggling to get away from the persistent rabbit I am having trouble getting my bearings. My legs and wrists are securely fastened and I am helpless. As he starts to slide in and out my mouth, he reaches down and gives the nipple clamps a little tug making me jump. I am lost in the tidal wave of sensations: pain, heat, cold, pressure, fullness, vibration and sound. It all starts to blur together and I can hardly tell which sounds are coming from the ipod and which are my own. I feel another orgasm building, and when I cum I buck hard, twisting my hips and clamping my lips around his cock. Just then I feel him start to fuck my mouth faster and soon the warm, salty taste of his cum is flowing across my tongue and down my throat.

Once I have sucked off the last drops, he pulls out and removes the buzzing vibrator from my throbbing pussy. He slowly removes the beads, making me gasp with each one. Next the nipple clamps come off and he gently takes each breast in his mouth, holding them between his lips and soothing me with his warm kiss. He unties me and removes the iPod, but leaves the blindfold on for now as he lays me down, stroking me softly and pulling my head onto his chest. We catch our breath and I am astounded by how much I love this man I’ve chosen.