Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 11

Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 11

As usual on a Friday night, Sylvia was home a bit before Jason, which suited her fine. She left her shoes by the door, headed into the bedroom, and changed out of her professional work clothes into something more comfortable for the evening - a tee-shirt and sweat pants. She didn't bother with a bra, since she knew that on a Friday date night, she wouldn't be wearing it long anyway, and she also knew how much Jason liked being able to see the outline of her breasts as they moved under her shirt.

What would Jason come up with for their BDSM evening this time? She didn't mind if it was some combination of her usual set of restraints, but every so often Jason would come up with something new to keep their kinky relationship fresh. Her pussy moistened as she remembered the last time they had invited Consuella over. Sylvia had been strapped spread-eagled to the wall, ball and tape gagged with a dildo pole embedded in her vagina, while Consuella, rigged up the same way, orgasmed as she watched from the opposite wall. Her Kegel muscles clenched on an imaginary dildo just from thinking about it.

She was sorely tempted to go to the second bedroom and peek into the walk-in closet that served as their BDSM playroom, but she resisted. Part of the thrill of their Friday night play sessions was the element of surprise.

When she heard Jason's key in the lock, she walked to the door and greeted him with a big hug and welcome-home kiss, her erect nipples pressing against his chest through their shirts. Sometimes she liked to surprise him by greeting him naked, or even yanking his pants down and blowing his cock before he'd gotten his coat off, but this time she decided they'd both be naked soon enough.

She fixed a light meal - just some bruschetta with cheese melted in the toaster oven and a glass of wine on the side. When Jason was courting her, he had liked to show off his culinary skills by cooking fancy dinners, but they had learned that on bondage night, it was best not to start on a full stomach. Who knew what position she'd end up being bound in, or whether she'd be swallowing a lot of cum. It was best to save the heavier meal to recover with later in the evening.

When their meal was done, Jason stood and got right to the point. "OK, Syl, let's get'em off."

Sylvia stood and obeyed, facing Jason and indulging in a bit of strip-tease. She couldn't tease very much, since she wasn't wearing all that much, but she made a show of crossing her arms and slowly lifting her tee-shirt over her head to lift her firm medium-sized breasts with the fabric and then let them drop back into place on her chest. Jason watched approvingly as she slid her sweat pants to the floor and stepped out of them, then hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her black panties and pulled them down slowly to reveal her well-groomed pussy, its lips tantalizingly visible between her nicely-gapped thighs.

Once he had finished enjoying Sylvia's slow reveal, Jason followed suit, unbuttoning his shirt and rolling his shoulders back to let it slide to the floor. As he slid his pants off, he revealed a huge and uncomfortable-looking bulge in his underwear. Sylvia smiled to herself with satisfaction, knowing that her naked, waiting body was the cause of that reaction.

Jason's socks joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and then, as he often did, he pulled his underwear down slowly, the waistband forcing his erect penis down until it finally popped free and stood straight out in all its glory. Then he took her hand and led her unresisting to the playroom she had been so tempted to enter earlier.

When they walked in, she smiled to see that the suspension chains were back in place and that her ankle cuffs were laid out on the floor. They both knew that past a certain point - twenty minutes or so max -- inverted suspension can be hard on the body, even dangerous. But within those limits, it was one of her favourite bondage positions, supplying a feeling of utter helplessness and disorientation that no other position could quite match. It was also an excellent position for sucking cock.

Jason had added a gym mat, which pleased Sylvia. Jason had always been careful not to let her hit her head when they did inverted suspension, but the mat would be a lot more comfortable than the bare floor on the way up and on the way down, when her head would still be taking part of her weight on a solid surface. She noted that Jason had selected a fairly thin mat, which would make it easy to put in the laundry if any bodily fluids ended up on it, as she fully expected they would.

She turned her back to Jason and waited expectantly. He pulled her wrists behind her and fastened then together with leather cuffs joined by a short chain. The cuffs were closed with Velcro fasteners that she couldn't reach but that Jason could open quickly if she needed to get out in a hurry.

Jason reached over her shoulder from behind and dangled her large red ball gag in front of her lips. "I know you really like the complete silencing you get from our usual covered stuffer gags, but I really got off on the sexy look of the ball gag you used when you greeted me in self-bondage last month. They're a bit lame in terms of silencing, but I saw why they're so popular in porn. It's really arousing to see a woman's lips stretched around a big fat ball."

Sylvia certainly could see his point, and opened her mouth obediently while Jason stuffed the ball behind her teeth and buckled it firmly behind her head, lifting up her long auburn hair to keep the strap from trapping it. Sylvia noted that she could breathe around the ball if she wanted to, which could come in handy. Panting through her nose after a crashing orgasm was really not very satisfactory.

Sylvia lay on the mat and lifted her legs one at a time while Jason buckled on the suspension cuffs. They had a wide padded piece across the instep to prevent the leather from cutting into her skin, making it surprisingly comfortable to dangle head downward from the ceiling. Jason clipped a metre-long spreader bar to the D-rings on the cuffs, forcing her legs far apart and exposing her pussy and asshole to the world. Finally, he clipped the D-ring at the centre of the spreader to the chain that ran through compound pulleys to the hook in the ceiling.

Jason began pulling the chain through the pulleys, lifting first Sylvia's legs and then gradually her entire body. Yes, the mat did make it more comfortable as her shoulders were lifted and some of her weight transferred to the back of her head.

Once Sylvia was fully off the ground, Jason stood aside so Sylvia could admire the effect in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. The sight of her helpless body, hair hanging in an auburn halo above her head, the curve of her breasts inverted, her lips wrapped around a big red ball, was as arousing as anything she had ever seen. She noted that Jason had hung a second mirror on the opposite wall so she could see the cuffs that were holding her wrists. Her pussy gushed and ached for Jason to do something magical to it.

After they had both had their fill of admiring her dangling body, Jason walked around her and pulled her wrists away from the small of her back where they were resting. "Hmmm," he mused. "Your wrists are still a bit loose behind you. I have just the thing to fix that."

He walked over to the shelf where he kept their supply of restraints, plugs, dildoes and other sex paraphernalia. She expected him to come back with a waist strap, chain or something else to further restrain her arms. Instead, he held a gleaming steel J-shaped hook with an O-ring on the longer shaft and a steel ball a bit bigger than a golf ball on the shorter shaft. Sylvia had never experienced a device like that, but she had seen enough porn to know exactly what it was.

An anal hook.

Once Jason had shown her how enjoyable anal sex could be when combined with restraints and other sources of pleasure, Sylvia had been more than happy to have Jason's cock up her back door from time to time. She wasn't quite as sure how much she'd enjoy having a big steel ball shoved up there. But if there was once thing she'd learned about Jason, it was that he'd never do anything that wasn't pleasurable for both of them, so she took this new experience in the spirit of experimentation and adventure.

Jason coated the ball generously with silicon lube and pressed it against her puckered asshole. She winced slightly as the cold steel ball tried to pry open her sphincter, but she closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing to let the intruder get in the back door. Jason slowly and carefully increased the pressure until all at once the ball popped past her ring of muscle and the entire shaft slid easily all the way in until the bend was nestled firmly against her skin and the longer shaft was tucked into her asscrack. She clenched her asscheeks on the cold shaft and enjoyed the filled-up feeling of the ball in her rectum.

She knew from porn that a standard practice with an asshook is to attach it to the sub's hair as a posture device, keeping the sub's head pulled back and her spine slightly arched. Jason, however, had other ideas. He went to the shelf again and returned with a short piece of light chain with a spring clip on each end. He clipped one end to the O-ring and pulled he wrists firmly down on her back until he could clip the other end to the short chain that joined her cuffs. Now her arms were held at full extension behind her and her body was arched back, causing her breasts and pussy to thrust forward. If she tried to move her wrists or straighten her back, the hook tried to press uncomfortably even further up her ass.

Now she saw the real reason for the second mirror: it allowed her to see the bar of cold steel, now slowly warming, gleaming between her asscheeks. In the other mirror she could admire the way her arched position thrust her generous breasts forward.

Her ankles were roughly level with Jason's mouth, and Jason used that position to lay a series of delicate butterfly kisses on them just above the suspension cuffs. He worked his lips and tongue slowly up - or in this case, down - the tender skin between her calves, behind her knees and then over the skin between her thighs until his lips finally reached her needy pussy. His tongue slipped between her pussy lips and probed her vagina for a few moments, then slid through her vulva to find her clit. By the time he reached it, she was almost insane with desire, fighting to avoid slurring "For God's sake fuck me" around the gag. She knew that Jason knew exactly how much teasing it would take to ramp her arousal up to its absolute maximum, and she wanted him to do exactly that.

After less than a minute of Jason's expert tongue working on her clit, her orgasm, which had been slowly building from the minute the hook slipped into her asshole, exploded, and she let out a muffled scream around the ball gag. When she came in suspension, she often folded her body from the waist, but this time the hook joining her arms to her asshole prevented that particular contortion. Nonetheless, she still writhed in her restraints, making her breasts bounce and jiggle on her chest.

Jason stood back and watched Sylvia convulse. He took great satisfaction in bringing her to deep and powerful orgasms, paradoxically channelling his power over her by demonstrating his ability to bring her pleasure.

He waited for her to come down from the orgasm and get over the hyper-stimulated phase of arousal. Then he went back to the shelf and selected a large ribbed dildo. They had several vibrators on the shelf, and Jason didn't have any problem using them, but somehow he felt that they were vaguely cheating. He prided himself on his ability to get Sylvia off with just his fingers, lips and tongue, although he wasn't above using a few additional tools, especially when she was positioned so he couldn't get his dick into her. Jason had chosen a glass dildo, since the silicon lube might have spread from her anus to her vagina and posed a danger of degrading one of their silicon toys.

Once Sylvia had stopped panting and the post-orgasmic flush on her chest was fading, he opened her pussy lips with his fingers and slid the dildo into her vagina. It went in easily, her vaginal walls not only thoroughly wet but also open and relaxed from her recent orgasm.

He knew that the dildo's insertable length was eighteen centimetres, or around seven inches, and that her vagina was at least a centimetre deeper than that, especially when aroused, so he knew he could push the dildo firmly home without worrying about giving her a painful and mood-destroying bonk on the cervix. So he gripped the dildo's handle firmly and thrust it to the hilt, then pulled it almost out before shoving it deeply in again.

Sylvia began making muffled "ah-ah-ah" noises around her gag with each deep thrust of the dildo. The ribs rubbed back and forth against her G-spot and the thrusts worked the clitoral tissue that surrounded her vagina, ramping her arousal up again. Then Jason added his mouth back into the mix, alternating between sucking her engorged clitoris with his lips and flicking it with his tongue while continuing to thrust unrelentingly with the dildo, a combination that would have been physically impossible if he had been thrusting with his penis. The combined sensations flowed together and lit another ball of fire in Sylvia's abdomen, a ball the quickly spread throughout her body and erupted into another blast of writhing orgasm.

Jason held the dildo in place but didn't thrust it while the orgasm washed through Sylvia's body and the aftershocks went on and on. Once she had finally relaxed and come down from her second orgasm of the session, he slid the dildo gently out and set it aside. This time, he intended to go back to stimulating her using only the sex toys he was born with.

Sylvia's vagina, stretched by the dildo and relaxed from her arousal, easily accepted four fingers, which he thrust carefully in past the knuckles until they were stopped by his thumb. He considered pushing his whole fist in, a move that had been very successful the last time they had tried it, but he was afraid that in her present mood, fisting would overstimulate her, short-circuiting rather than accentuating her arousal. A knuckles-deep hand, he figured, would be stimulating enough, given everything else that was in her mouth and up her ass.

He began thrusting gently with his buried fingers, curling them to work her G-spot, then rotating his hand a half-turn and back to rub his knuckles on her vaginal walls. He moved his tongue back into the mix, lapping at her clit like a cat drinking milk. He could hear, feel and smell her arousal building a third time, so he kept doing what he was doing, lapping from the outside and rubbing from the inside, until he had coaxed a third powerful orgasm out of his helpless partner.

By this time, Jason was deeply aroused himself from watching Sylvia respond so deeply to his ministrations. His cock was as rigid as a steel bar and was beginning to leak pre-cum, and his own breathing was deepening as arousal spread from his balls through his whole abdomen. He was afraid of losing his load spontaneously if he didn't do something soon.

Sylvia's mouth and asshole were plugged and her cunt was totally unavailable upside-down, so he would have had to either take the gag out of her mouth so she could suck his cock or let her down so he could get her pussy at a better angle. But his arousal had become so intense that he decided to do neither. Instead, he backed up, gave himself a few quick pumps, and blew his load on Sylvia.

He almost never came that way, preferring to cum more tidily in Sylvia's mouth, vagina or anus, but this time he couldn't wait. But he was careful not to spray her in the face the way men seem to love to do in porn flicks. Instead, the ropes of sticky cum hit her at about the level of her navel, then trickled slowly down between her breasts and gathered under her chin.

Once Jason finished enjoying the aftershocks from his explosive ejaculation, he grabbed a cloth and wiped up the end of his penis, then intercepted the cum on Sylvia's body before it made its way any further north onto her face and hair. Then he unhooked the suspension chain from the davit he had secured it to and began letting Sylvia's exhausted body down.

Once she was all the way down and lying on her back on the mat, he lifted her head, unbuckled the gag and helped her get the ball out from behind her teeth. Then he lay beside her, cuddling her and giving her several long kisses on her now-freed lips.

She was still tied up with a hook in her ass and her legs in a spreader. Once she regained a grip on herself, he asked her, "Want to get out now?"

She considered. She often enjoyed a good, long bondage session, and she was still relishing the unfamiliar feeling of the anal hook, the ball filling her rectum with a sensual feeling of pressure. But she was truly exhausted. If she could have worked up the energy to cum a fourth time, it would have been a pretty feeble experience compared to what she'd just been through. So she answered, "Yes, I think it's time."

Jason unhooked the spreader bar from her ankle cuffs and removed them. Then he helped her roll over so he could unfasten the wrist cuffs from the hook and take them off as well. He pulled gently but firmly down on the hook, and the ball, still lubricated by the long-lasting silicon lube he had selected, forced her sphincter back open and popped out. To Sylvia it felt almost as erotic coming out as it had going in.

He set the hook aside for later cleaning and took Sylvia in his arms, not caring that her skin was still sticky with his own cum, and kissed her again. "Sorry about cumming all over you like that. I know you would rather leave that move to the porn stars."

"It was certainly a surprise all right. But I didn't really mind. I'm just glad you didn't squirt me in the face like they sometimes do in videos."

"Did you enjoy the hook?"

"It was fantastic. I loved how it felt in my ass and how it looked between my ass cheeks. And the extra restraint from chaining my cuffs to it really deepened my feeling of helplessness. It went really well with the suspension. But I think what really we need now is a good, long soak in that big tub of yours. Then I'll make us a proper dinner."