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How is sex with a leather bondage kit?

I caught the Ex in a particularly good mood tonight. It doesn’t happen often really but tonight he wanted to play around a bit and who am I to say no to that?? He started by pulling out a few pieces of my new Leather Bondage Kit. Started with the ankle cuffs. He fastened them on me, and I was immediately turned on. Something about having them around my ankles just sort of transfixed my mind someplace else. You FEEL them on.

I must say that as leather cuffs go, I don’t think they were very great quality. They were kind of rigid and the buckles were weird. The strap that goes into the buckle was almost too wide for it they were small and almost didn’t fit around my ankles. Maybe I have fat ankles. Either way, I snapped a few pictures of my feet in them, he even put on my slutty studded strap heels. I’ll bet they would have even looked better with a fresh pedicure, but I’m waiting till next week. So after I snapped with pictures, the metal ring that connected the two cuffs- broke. hrmph!! Ok, so yeah- not so much with that part of the leather bondage set.

I did however, keep the cuffs around my ankle and around my wrists, but I didn’t bother connecting them. If I broke them with my legs, and barely moving, I knew I would snap it with more tension. So cuffed on all extremities- he pushed me onto my stomach and pulled the leather whip from the box. Why do they call it a cat o’ nine tails when it had 12 leather strips? Either way- they stung- a few sharp smacks on the back of my thighs. “Mother fucker!! Maybe I’m not ready…for…whips,” I said to him, in between whacks.

“No?” he growled, pulling me towards him to my knees my ass in the air. His hand pushed under my panties. It wasn’t until his fingers slipped between my lips that I realized I was soaking wet. His fingers set my body on fire. He pushed two fingers inside me- my panties pulled over to one side, tugging at me. “I think you are definitely ready.”

He rubbed my clit and fucked me with three fingers until I could hear my juicy pussy from inside my body. He pushed me down and turned me on to my back and pulled my panties off of me, over the ankle cuffs and on to the floor. He got between my legs and flicked his tongue over my clit. Somewhere a vibrating dildo was produced and shoved inside my pussy. His tongue assaulted me and the dildo was forced deep. Oh my god, I was overloaded with sensation. The cuffs, the resonating stinging on my thighs, the vibe filling me and his tongue flicking, hard over my clit. I was acutely aware of my body, my feet, my hands. The cuffs seemed to connect my whole body to my sex and it was all a part of the brewing fire below. I grabbed on to his hair and shoved his face hard into my pussy at the moment I came. I could feel my body, releasing- grinding, grunting, rubbing my pussy into his face.

It was wet, messy, and decadent. (Also headache free.) I’m not sure at what point the tears hit me, but somewhere along the lines, they came. Overwhelmed, my emotions betrayed me. He crawled up next to me and rested his head on my chest. Not speaking, while I gently sobbed into his hair. He ran his hands over my stomach, letting his fingers trace over the stretch marks on my stomach from carrying our children. I knew he wanted to say something important- something about us… something that I really cannot bear to hear. So I spoke first.

“Yeah, it’s just PMS,” I said nonchalantly, wiping the tears from my face, pretending that it hadn’t happened. “Tonight I cried watching the episode of Friendswhere Rachel has the baby- and I’ve seen it like 100 times!” He kissed my stomach and rolled off of me. The moment, thankfully, was over.

I just couldn’t do it. The passage of time doesn’t erase everything.

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