Iny Couple Taeaway

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"God I fucking love you," I whispered into my boyfriend's heaving chest. His heart pounded in my ear. Slick beads of sweat trickled past my eyes.

I smiled as he twined his fingers through my hair, gently smoothing it into a familiar and respectable bob with practiced hands. My hand trailed his waistband, enjoying the hardened muscles of his lower abdomen.

There's something about the way he is with me. He never rushes me to finish a thought. He makes time for me when I've had a hard day. Whatever I need, comfort, cuddles, a sympathetic ear, he offers freely and without condition. I could be myself and feel seen, safe, and loved. Combined with all the rest and, well...I know just how lucky I am.

I shuffled up until our faces were aligned and softly praised him, "You know, you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world." I sealed my declaration with an affectionate kiss on his lips and a smatter of pecks across his cheek and neck.

Just an hour earlier, I'd been an emotional wreck after a particularly bad day at work. He held me while I rambled, ranted, and got it all out of my system in the safety of his arms. This wasn't his first rodeo. I often wondered how he put up with it.

Like usual, I ended up feeling bad for talking about myself for ages non-stop. Normally, he gets a little reward for his effort. Today was no different. I love making out after cuddling. Our bodies relax and sync together. Pleasure takes over and removes the worries from my head. I enjoy his gentle kindness without a care in the world.

"Should I go get us a pizza?" He asked cheekily, knowing that we shouldn't be lazy but that neither of us could resist the temptation.

I smiled at him knowingly, "You know what I'm going to say," pausing to watch his smile grow, "let's share a large one."

"Okay, but you know the deal. I get an extra slice if we share," he declared.

He'd grown used to my love for sharing food, even though he hated it. I always let him have a little more.

He picked up his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. Picked his keys up, put his shoes on and headed for the door.

"Joe! Wait," I blurted out. "Please can we do the thing...?" I blushed.

"What thing?"

"You know... the thing," I repeated, not wanting to spell it out for him out of embarrassment. My eyes stared into his, trying to jog his memory.

"Ohhh. That thing. You kinky girl," the shit-eating grin across his face was as teasing as his words.

My face had turned bright red with embarrassment, "I just want to thank you for earlier and for being such a good boyfriend."

"Bullshit," he laughed, "I knew you enjoyed it last time. Go get ready."

I rushed into the bedroom and almost pulled the drawer from the wall with excitement. I departed for the bathroom with my outfit in hand; meanwhile Joe was searching for a box under the bed.

I had already lost my blouse to our make out session earlier. I took my plain white bra off, letting it tumble to the ground. My breasts sagged, free from their prison. I lifted them with my hands, enjoying the cool air along my underboob. It truly is the best feeling in the world!

My breasts were always an insecurity for me. Joe obsessed over them. He had made me feel better about myself, but I still felt the anxiety of being self-conscious when I looked at myself in the mirror. By all accounts, not just Joe but previous lovers and my friends, I had a "cracking pair." They were round and full, bouncy and pert, and natural.

I held the red lace bra up against them, knowing I'd feel much more confident after putting it on. It was snug against the underside of my boobs, pushing them up and closer together. Joe's face was a picture the first time he saw me in lingerie like this. The lace was thin and sheer, so you could see my large nipples through the material. Joe had picked it out especially for that reason.

I took my suit trousers off and socks off before I pulled my matching white underwear down my legs. The skimpy red lace panties that replaced them were far less comfy and much more revealing. Only a thin strip of material came from the waistband to cover my crotch and hardly a single thread of fabric covered my bum. I twisted in the mirror, making sure the g-string nestled correctly.

In matching lingerie, I left the bathroom to meet Joe back in the bedroom. He was propped up against the headboard, his eyes widening the moment they landed on me. I could see the hunger in his gaze.

"Oh my," he gasped, "I wish you could see yourself like I do. You're perfect honey."

I couldn't help but feel giddy. The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful, desired, and sexy. I took a step closer, the lace of my panties hugging my curves just right and the fabric barely concealing what lay beneath.

"Thank you," I stopped, knowing I was ready to begin, "Sir."

"Well, Lucy, it seems that you have been a naughty girl," Joe retorted with complete seriousness, "and while I can appreciate your efforts to compensate," he explained motioning to my outfit, "I'm afraid you are still going to be punished."

"But Sir," I replied in a ridiculously girly tone, "I've never been naughty before. I promise I won't ever be a bad girl again."

We continued our poor attempt at a school girl and headmaster roleplay, until Joe got up and came much closer to me to say, "Enough! You're too smart to go down this path. Discipline is required to keep you from bad habits, get onto the bed!"

"Yes sir," I replied meekly. Before crawling from the bottom of the bed up to the headboard knowing Joe would be able to stare at my bum the entire way.

"Hands and feet out!" He barked.

I reacted instantly, splaying my arms and legs.

Slowly and methodically he worked his way around my limbs, fastening them to the corners of our bed. He leaned close once I was secured in position.

"Good girl." The panties from the bathroom appeared in his hand. "Open."

Again, I behaved. My mouth widened to allow my boyfriend to stuff my used panties inside. Which he did without any ceremony. A red ball gag followed, forcing my jaw to remain wide and removing my ability to talk completely.

He took my phone and snapped into a flexible holder that was then positioned directly in my eye line. Beefy headphones were snapped over my ears, blocking any external noise out completely.

His attention had turned to my crotch. I could see the pink device in his hand as he pulled down the front of my panties to reveal my slick vagina. He teased the toy against it, applying pleasure-inducing pressure that urged me to lift my hips to meet it. Suddenly, he slipped the toy inside me forcing a sound out from behind my gagged mouth. He pulled my panties back up, leaving the receptor of the remote control toy outside. His hand gently tapped on my mound to conclude his work, only serving to patronise me.

However, I felt him begin to work on my thigh. This was a change from the last time we had done this. I looked down to see that Joe had strapped a large vibrating wand to the inside of my thigh that conveniently nudged up against my panty-clad crotch. My eyes must have been relaying how I felt about this new addition because he took one look at me and laughed.

With a few taps on his phone, both vibrators whirred into life. My body instantly reacted to the intensity of the waves being sent through my sensitive parts. My fists clenched and my toes curled. My face contorted from overstimulation while my hips futilely attempted to aid my body in escaping the vibrators.

Joe leaned over, lifting my headphones and whispered into my ear, "Enjoy your punishment."

He put a video on my phone and repositioned the headphones. The video flicked into life, the first screen emblazoned with the teasing words, 'dedicated to my beautiful and kinky Lucy'. Joe had compiled the video for me. Leaving me to watch his latest work, Joe grabbed his keys from the side table and headed for the pizza place.

The first scene began, it showed a stunning woman bobbing her head up and down relentlessly on the hard cock of her male co-star. The noise of the sloppiest blowjob you could imagine filled my ears, and you could visibly see the spit and drool hanging from her chin. Pink text repeatedly flashed across the screen. The first message 'earn his cum' stayed for a few minutes, flashing to remind me. When the video changed angle to show the same woman hanging her head of the end of the bed- doing her best to keep the spasming cock aligned with her mouth- a new message appeared, 'Don't waste a drop.'

Pretty early on in our relationship Joe had discovered my misogyny kink. Probably, after I demanded he called me reprehensible names in bed. When in the right mood, I loved being belittled by a man or watching other men treat women like worthless trash.

Just like tonight, it worked magic on me. My red panties were almost certainly discoloured from the wetness that had leaked into them. The vibrators had remained at a steady and tantalising pace, but my body's orgasm clock was ramping up.

As if telepathically, Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He could see the pizza place ahead, so he figured that I could use some extra help by now.

I could instantly feel the difference. The vibrations reverberated though my body and the mattress causing the phone holder to wobble.

I let a cry out into the gag. Matching the cries of the woman being spanked on the video in front of me, she was begging for more even as her ass turned purple. I vehemently agreed. More.

My eyes rolled back. A flush of heat spread across my body. The bed sheets clung to my skin. The writhing did nothing to change the relentless focus of the vibrators bringing me to climax. My hands gripped the restraints. My body was shaking.

Joe reached the pizza place, app open and in one hand with the menu in the other. He scanned the menu, spiking the intensity of the vibrations with each food option he read.

The first spike hit at the perfect moment. The heightened intensity shot through my body, causing a gush of fluid to leak down my thighs and onto the bed. A moan that, if not for the gag, could have been heard from outside left my body which convulsed and contorted in pleasure. The vibrations dipped coinciding with my comedown.

Reopening my eyes, I was forced to focus on the video in front of me. It showed a woman on all fours with a feather-duster attached to a harness on her face. She was dressed in a sexy maid uniform, crawling around while cleaning the floor. A giant butt plug was evidently wedged between her bum cheeks when the camera panned to show her from behind. The text on the screen suggested that this was how all women should behave while their husbands work.

This is when the next intensity spike hit, demanding my body's attention. The first orgasm meant I felt every single buzz against and in my sensitive vagina.

Joe grinned. The pizza was cooking now, but he knew how much I would be struggling by now. He was correct.

"I'm going to use you like the set of holes that you are when I'm back." He typed out as a text and sent it, knowing I could see his messages as they came in on my phone. Once his phone told him the text had been delivered, he maxed out the vibrations.

The text came through, I squinted to read it and block out all the other stimulation. My belly did cartwheels at the though, but my brief image of Joe fucking me into the night was rudely interrupted by a massive wave of vibrations. This was TOO much.

My body writhed and spasmed. My poor little pussy was being battered by over enthusiastic toys. To my dismay, the vibrations never returned to normal. It was far too late anyway, my hips bucked and I thrashed as flushes of pleasure relentlessly washed over me. My body had expelled enough of its own fluids that I could the wetness of the bed sheets each time my hips lifted up and down. I could see the sweat glistening on my skin and pooling in my cleavage.

The video continued. The misogynistic messages did too. All I could hear was the moaning of a well-fucked woman. I longed to be her. To escape vibrator hell and feel a cock push into my depths. But that was a dream. My reality was far too present to imagine my future would be any different. I came again. There was no comedown, I came again.

I thought I might dry up. Shrivel like a raisin, my body gushing again and again with fluids that spoke both to my pleasure and torment.

In a betrayal of their agreement, Joe was sat at the pizza restaurant tucking into his own pizza. This was a win-win for Joe since he gets to tease me more and doesn't have to go hungry when we share ours.

Ten minutes later, with the vibrations still at full strength, Joe finished his pizza and collects the takeaway boxes to return home.

It took him forever to get back to the apartment. At least, in a constant cycle of painful pleasure, it felt forever. I almost burst into tears when I saw him appear in the doorway to our bedroom.

He couldn't stop laughing at me.

My eyes begged him to save me. But, he was undoubtedly savouring watching my struggle to free myself from the shackles and vibrator.

He walked over and took the headphones from me and moved the phone out of the way in the process. His hand reached down to my panties, and he patted on my mound just like he had before he left. This time, you could hear a splat when he made contact. He did it faster. To tease me. Beads of fluid were chucked up in the air by the motion. He laughed again. I was completely soaked.

Finally, he showed me mercy. The vibrators stopped, leaving my abused holes alone for the first time in nearly an hour. He pulled the soaked panties down to remove the vibrator from inside me and the then unstrapped the wand from my thigh. The gag and panties stuffed in my mouth came out too.

"That was too fucking much," I blurted out desperate for a drink.

"We're not done," he replied coldly. Still in character. This surprised me, but I tried to get back into the role-play.

"But sir, have I not been punished enough?" I ask innocently.

His fingers started toying with me through the soaked layer of panty fabric, "Well, since you're here. I thought we could try something new."

I waited to see what he had in mind. With his non-teasing hand, he lifted the lid of the pizza box in his lap and took a slice out.

"Open," he declared.

I certainly hadn't expected this. This was new territory for us. He had never fed me before. But, intrigued, I opened my mouth and he fed the pizza inside. I chewed and swallowed. He pushed more into my mouth which I ate too.

Joe continued to feed me the pizza, which was slightly odd but with his other hand continuing to tease me, I found it arousing.

"Please, Sir. I'm full," I said, hoping that my share of the pizza was finished.

"You're not finished until I say so," he teased. His hand left my soaked panties and started rubbing my belly which showed the early signs of bloating.

He continued feeding me, sometimes tracing the tip of the pizza around my lips. I was convinced with each slice that I would explode, but Joe's soothing belly rubs created extra space.

"Last bite," he declared triumphantly. My belly was certainly bloated now, like I was pregnant with a food baby.

I gulped it down, "Thank you sir."

Joe stripped me of my soaking panties and took my bra for good measure. He untied me from the bed, and carried me in his arms to the sofa.

"Movie break before I keep the promise in my text," he declared with such confidence.

He sat on the sofa, fully clothed, with me fully naked curled up in his lap. I loved this dynamic. He pulled a blanket over us, so I could snuggle into his chest and fully recover from my marathon session in the bedroom. I felt so vulnerable and submissive, yet so safe. His big arms comforted my bloated belly, as if I was carrying his child.

He kissed my forehead, while his hands roamed my body, and whispered into my ear, "God I fucking love you."