I've often heard that the
French call orgasm "Le Petite Mort", the little death, and up until
recently I thought that meant the floating, out-of touch with the room,
collapsed into throbbing sensation, pulsing strobe light, near-loss of
consciousness, twitching body feeling that comes with a good come. And then
there was last Saturday afternoon.
Bianca and I showered and prepped for a rendezvous in the bedroom. I'd been imaging using one of our big vibrators on her, so I made sure it was cleaned and fully charged, and brought that with me. Bianca sat on the edge of the bed, putting on a pair of white fishnet stockings; just watching her got my dick bouncing. "My hips are a little off today...", she said, "...so I'd rather not have my legs tied apart any wider than my hips...", she implored me. "Sure honey, we can do that...", I grinned, as Bianca stretched out on her back. I stroked her tummy and breasts, "Mmmm, you look great in those stockings...", I smiled, while reaching into the nightable drawer and taking out the small spreader bar. "Ohhh, I don't know...", she stammered, as I quickly cuffed her ankles onto the small spreader bar. "Uhhh...that's OK...", she wriggled a little to get comfortable. Knowing that Bianca can't move her legs makes my cock throb. Teasing her when can't move her legs makes Bianca's pussy quiver. Then with me on top for a moment now, I grind some selfish pleasure before sitting back up. "I thought you'd like to wear a blindfold (she usually does...), and I wanted you to try this new one...", I said. "Let me see...", she said, but it just didn't work for her. So it goes; always good to find out. "Then how about your favorite silk one?" I offered and handed it to her; she happily put it on and laid back down.
"Now about those wrists...", I mocked. "oooohhh...!", she mocked back. I sat on the side of the bed and cuffed her wrist; she reached her arm out to the side, but I had other plans. "No, not that way...", I said, "...this way...", taking an underbed strap from the headboard, and restraining her arm up there. "Ummmm...", Bianca murmured, as I cuffed her other wrist and clipped it to a second strap; we've discovered that she likes this position as much as I do. Now, when I touched her breasts or thighs, or the hairs of her pussy, her hips would gyrate; arousal was building. "You know, you won't be able to fuck me with my legs in this spreader...", Bianca warned me. "Oh, I'll take it off when that time comes...", I promised her, "...but that's not yet...first...", I fingered her pussy with lube, and she shuddered; I turned on the vibrator and touched her clit. "Oooooohhhhhuhhhh...", she gasped, reaching her pussy forward as the thick shaft slid inside her.
This vibrator is a big, curvy rabbit type with the fleshy clit tongue set way down, so it's in very deep when that tongue's touching Bianca's clit; which it now was, filling and teasing her at the same time. I selected an intermittent, building vibration for the shaft and began a slow stroke; Bianca went slightly crazy. Then - surprise - I turned on the second motor at her clit. Before very long, Bianca's writhing, pulsing and pounding her way to an orgasm that shook the walls. I'm hard as a rock, too, watching her pulling hard against the restraints while she comes.
Ohhhh, take - this - thing - off - my - legs...", Bianca asked, her voice coming in short breath bursts because she was still coming. "Gladly...", I said, and uncuffed her ankles from the spreader bar, and withdrew the vibrator; "Ohwhwh...", she pouted. "Here, try this...", I said, cuffing each ankle and connecting them to two straps from the foot of the bed, courtesy of the underbed restraint system. "Better...?" "Uhuhhhh - yeh - uh - tha gud...", she gurgled, still quivering and coming, then thrusting upwards when I lightly smacked her thighs and pussy with a leather paddle, just a few times for that extra sting thrill. Now about that little death.
Bianca and I showered and prepped for a rendezvous in the bedroom. I'd been imaging using one of our big vibrators on her, so I made sure it was cleaned and fully charged, and brought that with me. Bianca sat on the edge of the bed, putting on a pair of white fishnet stockings; just watching her got my dick bouncing. "My hips are a little off today...", she said, "...so I'd rather not have my legs tied apart any wider than my hips...", she implored me. "Sure honey, we can do that...", I grinned, as Bianca stretched out on her back. I stroked her tummy and breasts, "Mmmm, you look great in those stockings...", I smiled, while reaching into the nightable drawer and taking out the small spreader bar. "Ohhh, I don't know...", she stammered, as I quickly cuffed her ankles onto the small spreader bar. "Uhhh...that's OK...", she wriggled a little to get comfortable. Knowing that Bianca can't move her legs makes my cock throb. Teasing her when can't move her legs makes Bianca's pussy quiver. Then with me on top for a moment now, I grind some selfish pleasure before sitting back up. "I thought you'd like to wear a blindfold (she usually does...), and I wanted you to try this new one...", I said. "Let me see...", she said, but it just didn't work for her. So it goes; always good to find out. "Then how about your favorite silk one?" I offered and handed it to her; she happily put it on and laid back down.
"Now about those wrists...", I mocked. "oooohhh...!", she mocked back. I sat on the side of the bed and cuffed her wrist; she reached her arm out to the side, but I had other plans. "No, not that way...", I said, "...this way...", taking an underbed strap from the headboard, and restraining her arm up there. "Ummmm...", Bianca murmured, as I cuffed her other wrist and clipped it to a second strap; we've discovered that she likes this position as much as I do. Now, when I touched her breasts or thighs, or the hairs of her pussy, her hips would gyrate; arousal was building. "You know, you won't be able to fuck me with my legs in this spreader...", Bianca warned me. "Oh, I'll take it off when that time comes...", I promised her, "...but that's not yet...first...", I fingered her pussy with lube, and she shuddered; I turned on the vibrator and touched her clit. "Oooooohhhhhuhhhh...", she gasped, reaching her pussy forward as the thick shaft slid inside her.
This vibrator is a big, curvy rabbit type with the fleshy clit tongue set way down, so it's in very deep when that tongue's touching Bianca's clit; which it now was, filling and teasing her at the same time. I selected an intermittent, building vibration for the shaft and began a slow stroke; Bianca went slightly crazy. Then - surprise - I turned on the second motor at her clit. Before very long, Bianca's writhing, pulsing and pounding her way to an orgasm that shook the walls. I'm hard as a rock, too, watching her pulling hard against the restraints while she comes.
Ohhhh, take - this - thing - off - my - legs...", Bianca asked, her voice coming in short breath bursts because she was still coming. "Gladly...", I said, and uncuffed her ankles from the spreader bar, and withdrew the vibrator; "Ohwhwh...", she pouted. "Here, try this...", I said, cuffing each ankle and connecting them to two straps from the foot of the bed, courtesy of the underbed restraint system. "Better...?" "Uhuhhhh - yeh - uh - tha gud...", she gurgled, still quivering and coming, then thrusting upwards when I lightly smacked her thighs and pussy with a leather paddle, just a few times for that extra sting thrill. Now about that little death.
At this point, I'm almost ready to fuck her. First though, I slowly tighten each of the bondage straps, raising Bianca's arms up higher, and pulling her legs down more firmly. We've discovered, happily, that after coming, more restrictive restraint gets Bianca hotter, edging her out onto the submissive skinny branches. A few more smacks of the paddle, "Ooohhhhhhh...!", and I moved between her legs, and my cock practically leapt into her pussy. First straight-on, then from this kind of half-cross position we like, I pounded Bianca hard, and her arms strained in mid-air, pulling the restraint straps taut; very hot for me to see. Then I'd run my arm down her leg to feel skin, stockings, and the cuff on her ankle. Ummmm. I was 20 again, and pumping like a locomotive. We were both nearly crying in amazement and pleasure when something happened after I started to come. In my overall body sensation there was calm and bright lights, my hips were still thrusting, faster even, and I heard clear thoughts, "Am I going to die right now...wow, what a strange thing to ask myself...uh, I don't know...", but clearly nothing was stopping this orgasm. And it was one wild ride, with a very loud soundtrack; after consciousness returned, we both burst out laughing. This was a great little death.
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