I glance around our bedroom. It looks quite normal; indeed it would look quite normal to anyone who took a peak at it. Normal except for the padlocks. My lady and I are laying side by side in our bed, reading our books, the very picture of Saturday morning normalness. Except for those locks.
I've got a heavy leather collar padlocked around my neck. A heavy chain is attached to the collar by a second padlock, and that chain is in turn padlocked to a steel ring bolted into our headboard. My lady professes great love for me. In fact she says that her love is so great that it cannot bear the thought of my freedom. That she keeps me chained to hold me physically and mentally close, as a way of ensuring that I am submerged in her, enveloped within a cocoon of her will, her desires.
We went to bed early last night and plan on staying in bed all day today. It is one of our favorite ways to enjoy a Saturday, an infrequent but longed for pleasure. My lady doesn't burden me with many rules, but on days like this one they all come into play.
Her first rule is that I am never allowed to refuse her sexual overtures. My lady doesn't enjoy foreplay, so sex for us is strictly fucking and I must be ready, even eager to fuck on her slightest indication.
I know that most men would delight at having such a rule imposed by their lady, but perhaps I should mention that fucking for us is a bit out of the ordinary. My lady straps a large rubber dildo around her hips, nestles its base against her clit and uses my ass until we are both panting, sweating, and exhausted from the exertion.
Long ago she learned that her most powerful orgasms come from the base of her dildo working against her clit as she violates a man's ass and through the years I have found her to be utterly insatiable. Fucking, and cumming for her is not a one-time occurrence a time or two a week, it is a huge marathon session of fucking and cumming and resting over and over again, throughout a night filling a day or both. Despite the sheer volume of her sexual need it is never repetitious, no fuck ever seems to feel like the one before it because her range is huge. At one extreme I might be fucked softly, gently, slowly, sensually. At the other extreme the fucking will be hard, brutal, fast, almost a rape.
Each and every time we fuck she cums, usually once, occasionally twice. Her orgasms, like her fucking, are extremely varied. Sometimes so soft that they barely register with my consciousness, other times she virtually collapses while screaming her pleasure. I too am allowed to cum, in fact I am required to cum. I masturbate as she uses my ass and no fuck is ever allowed to end until we both have cum. During a marathon session such as this one I find it very easy to cum at the start but towards the end, when my body is worn and sore, when my energy and slime has been spent it can be extremely difficult for me to cum, no matter how hard I try, and that promises extremely long brutal fucks indeed.
Take last night when we went to bed. She quickly had me lubed up and was buried deep inside me within moments. I heard her cum behind me and felt the jerks of her body as they were transmitted by the dildo. Moments later I too was able to release in joy. She woke me a couple of times in the night by forcing the dildo up into my ass and those too were quick and easy orgasms for me. Later today though, this evening, my ass will be hurting, feeling as if it is afire from all her use of it. My balls will be drained and my desire for orgasm gone. She'll fuck me though, fuck me until I cum, fuck me until she has wrung the very last drop of moisture from my body.
As I've said, we went to bed early last night, and will remain in bed today reading, talking, and fucking. Only occasionally will we get up for coffee, snacks, and the bathroom. 36, even 48 hours are the sex sessions my lady most enjoys, huge swaths of time with nothing to do but wallow in our hedonism. I'll be fucked more times that I'll remember, her unquenchable thirst for orgasm always driving us from one penetration to the next. My ass though, it will never be empty. I mentioned that my lady does not enjoy foreplay. What that means for us is that she will lubricate my ass prior to our first fuck but after that I'm kept open and ready for her by artificial means. Immediately after pulling her dildo from my ass she follows it with a matching butt plug. The plug forces my ass to remain open so that when she is ready to go again she simply removes it and slides back into me.
Her second rule is that I can never clean myself from fuck to fuck. She says that the cum spilled from my orgasm, and whatever else may soil my body are her marks. Marks on me that prove her ownership of me. These marks of her must remain either on my body, or in my body. To facilitate the latter she will sometimes scoop up globules of my cum, or even worse things, with her fingers, bringing those to my lips that I might lick and eat the results of our fucking.
Her third rule is that I must always ask her permission before I cum. She says that doing so reminds me that she owns my body, my pleasure, and me. Last night a very powerful orgasm snuck up on me before I could ask so I had to be punished for violating the rule. She spanked me long and hard, until my ass was afire, while alternating the slaps to my ass with caresses to my cock and balls. I know that spanking me turns us both on because the moment she finished punishing me she mounted me again and we fucked with wild abandon.
She says that soon she will buy a stout whip to punish me with; I honestly can't wait to feel its delicious sting.
Her fourth rule is meaningless today as I am chained but comes into play on most days. It is that I am never permitted to leave our bed without her permission. She says that her love for me forces her to want me at her side always and that a love as intense as hers can be satisfied with nothing less than full control over my movements and time.
Her final rule comes into play every night of our lives. It is that once she is in bed I am to enter it on my hands and knees, ass pushed up into the air, and in that position, beg her to fuck me. Most nights she does. On those she chooses against sex she spanks me instead, giving me a delightful feeling of glowing in the cheeks of my ass, a feeling that always seems to bring good dreams as I fall asleep. I know that she instituted this rule so that we would never forget sex, never neglect that vital part of any romantic and loving relationship.
My back is to her and I've just felt her fingertips move to the base of the plug in my ass. She is gently caressing it, working it slightly in my hole.
I move my own hand to her, feel her dildo and move my fingers down it to her pussy, her center under that rubber. I caress her labia and hear her softly moan. In moments she will turn towards me and we will fuck again.
