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A Tied up Vacation

A Tied up Vacation

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It had been a long, dreary winter, but the first crocuses were blooming, signaling the light at the end of the tunnel.

I suggested to Annie, my wife, that it was time to start planning our annual spring vacation.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she began, and I could tell from the gleam in her eye that it was going to be a good one. “Why don’t you take a week off work, but instead of going away, we’ll stay in the house and I’ll find all sorts of new and sexy ways to tie you up and fuck your brains out?” The thought of a week’s worth of bondage play made my dick hard and my blood boil, and knowing the extent of Annie’s creativity sealed the deal. I agreed, and then left her to her plans.

On the Friday night that kicked off our “vacation,” Annie was already home from work when I arrived. She met me at the door wearing a long red dress that clung to her curves and fell to her ankles, and a pair of high-heeled patent leather shoes. The dress barely contained her large breasts, and my mouth watered as my eyes trailed down and took in the sight of her cleavage. Her black hair was piled on top of her head, making her look even more stunning.

The first thing Annie did was demand that I strip for her, right there in the foyer. As I quickly complied, she told me to leave my clothes on the floor so we could get started immediately. Then she grabbed hold of my hard cock and led me directly to the bedroom.

Now I got to see the extent of her preparations. Annie had gone all-out. There were fur-lined cuffs attached to all four corners of the bed, and an array of ropes, chains and other restraining devices laid out on the dresser. There was also a ball gag and a whip, and my ass tingled as I thought of the last time she’d used that on me.

I didn’t have much time to take it all in. “Get on your knees,” Annie demanded, and then she took a pair of metal cuffs from the top of the dresser, pulled my arms behind me and locked my wrists together. Sitting on the bed, as far from me as possible, she said, “Come here,” and pointed right in front of her.

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