It was the end of a very long week as the last week before vacation always is. I arrived home and collapsed on the couch to relax for a few minutes before starting dinner. As I am often tempted to do, my fingers found their way under the edge of my skirt to the crotch of my panties, just a little touching and playing to help me relax. I leaned back, closed my eyes and thought about all the wonderful vacation time that my husband and I would have together. As I lost myself in the fantasy and got a carried away with myself, the door bell rang.
"Damn, perfect timing" I think to myself as I get up, straighten myself out and make my way to the door.
I open the door and there stands a courier, who hands me an envelope and tells me to open it now. He says that he has special instruction to not give me the package until I have read the contents of the envelope. Thinking this is very strange, but must be something special from my husband, I tear open the envelope and read the note it holds inside.
I know what you have been doing since you arrived home. You have had your fingers busy with your pussy, I hope it was worth it because there will be a price to pay for it later. Remove your panties now and hand them to the courier. Tell him that you were playing with your pussy when he arrived and the proof is to be found in the wetness of the panties. Accept the package he gives you, remove the rest of your clothes and go to the couch leaving the front door open. Open the package and put on what is inside the box. Kneel on the living room floor with your ass to the door and then wait for my arrival.
My face turned a very deep, hot red as I slowly set the note aside and followed the instructions it had contained. The couriers face also turned very red as he accepted the panties I handed him and told him what I had been doing when he arrived. He then handed me the package. He had just started to turn away as I unzipped and dropped my skirt and proceeded to unbutton my blouse. He stopped and just stood there with his face red and his jaw almost to the floor. I thanked him and walked away leaving the door standing wide open.
I have no idea how long he stood there watching me because as soon as I reached the couch, my attention was solely on the package I held in my lap. I quickly tore away the plain brown wrappings, opened the box and began to examine what it held inside. First I found a chain that had three clips; obviously one for each nipple and one for my clit. I set the box aside and put the clips in place, moaning loudly as they tightened around my sensitive nipples and clit. Next, I found a weight that was apparently to be attached to the chain of the clips. This time, the sound that escaped my lips was more of a cry as the heavy weight pulled hard on the chain stretching my nipples and my clit to almost twice their normal length. It created a sensation just on the edge between pleasure and pain. Next in the box was a vibrating egg, I noticed quickly that it must be remote because there was only a very short cord and no controller in the box. I easily slipped it into place in my already dripping pussy. Next was a set of 4 leather cuffs. Each had a large metal ring on them which I knew were to make it easy to tie me down. The inside of the cuffs were fake fur so they would not leave marks. With those snuggly in place, I reached for the last item in the box, which was a leather fur lined blind-fold that matched the cuff I now wore on my wrists and ankles. I placed it over my eyes and clumsily moved into the commanded position to wait. Every slight movement of my body sent the weight into motion, causing my nipples and clit to scream to be released and bringing me close to orgasm. I waited.
It felt as though I had been there waiting for hours but it was probably only 10 minutes or so. With no warning what so ever, the egg deeply buried in my pussy began to vibrate hard. It must have been set to high. I jumped from the surprise which of course really sent the weight into motion. I let out a screaming moan of pleasure, pain and shock. My scream must have hidden the sounds of movement behind me. The first that I was totally aware of someone else in the room was when I felt a stinging slap on my bare, exposed ass. Several more swats and I was ready to cum hard but just before I came, the egg stopped abruptly. Now, my moan was disappointment, frustration.
I listened hard for any movement around me but heard nothing. Again out of nowhere, came several more hard swats to my ass keeping me close to climax but not enough to put me over the edge. Then the hand gently and lovingly caressed the hot, stinging skin of my ass. It felt cool and soft. It traced a path down my crack pausing for a brief moment with a slight pressure against the opening of my anus, circled my pussy opening and my clit but did not touch them as I wanted so badly. Another moan of frustration resulted in the hand being taken away and returning with an even harder smack to my ass. This smack was so hard that I struggled to remain on all fours and then it was gone.
The hand strokes my hair. Then it surprises me when it takes a handful and forces my head up. As I open my mouth to let out a cry, my mouth is filled with a hard cock rammed roughly and deeply inside. I am allowed a second to adjust to it before the hand tightens in my hair and forces my mouth to fuck the cock that is filling it. Fast and hard I am sucking this cock. The thought crosses my mind for just a moment that my husband must really being enjoying all of this; his cock seems larger and harder than normal, but before I can really get my mind around this thought, I hear the snap of leather and feel the sting of his belt as it connects with the already tender and burning skin of my ass. More strikes of the belt, each forcing him deeper down my throat. I feel him tense and then fill my mouth with his hot cum. I suck and lick and drink every last drop. He kisses the top of my head and pulls away from me leaving my entire body screaming for the release of an orgasm of my own.
I feel hands on my nipples, pinching, pulling, tickling and finally releasing them from the clips. They repeat the same motions on my clit, again bringing me so close to orgasm but not allowing me that release. This time as he moves around me I hear him, shuffling, he slips a hand under my arm and helps me stand on my tired and weak legs. He leads me to the dinning room table and gently pushes me down so that my chest is pressed tightly against the cool wood. He forces my legs apart and restrains my ankles to the legs of the table. He takes one arm and I feel him attach something to the cuff on my wrist. I feel my arm pulled tight. Now the other arm is tied down in the same way. I am now bound spread eagle on the table and I am totally unable to move. I hear him walk away and as he does, the egg which is still buried deep inside me starts its tortuous vibrations again. I turn my head and bite down hard on my shoulder to prevent me from screaming out with the desire and frustration that is building to an almost intolerable level within me. I want so bad to be fucked and to be allowed to cum. The egg inside me is just enough to keep me close to climax, but not enough to push me over the top. I am left there in that suspended state of excitement for what seems to be an eternity.
