A Taxing Day

Saturday, April 13th, 2002, and Saturday, April 12th, 2003, have something in common.  They are the last Saturday before the income tax filing deadline of April 15th.  My husband George is a procrastinator, and always waits until the last weekend to prepare his tax return.  We are both self-employed professionals, and so we file separately.  (My tax return had already gone out in the mail).

On Saturday, April 13th, 2002, I played a joke on him.  I dressed in a sexy negligee, and rubbed his back and blew in his ear and distracted him until he grabbed me and we had fantastic sex on the sofa – but he had to work extra hard to finish his tax return by the deadline.  So a year later, as April 14th, 2003, approached, he told me that he planned to tie me hand and foot and keep me tied until his tax return was complete.  That way I could not interrupt him.

I like being tied hand and foot.  When I was a kid playing “Cowboys and Indians”, I always was the one that wound up being tied to a tree while the guys groped me.  “The Story of O” is one of my favorite books, and I have a hard bound copy on our coffee table.

So I made it a point to eat and drink lightly that Saturday morning, and sure enough, when I stepped out of the shower, George was there with his wrist and ankle straps and bag of other bondage goodies.

We have a king size four poster bed that is rock solid.  Somewhere George got nylon straps (like automotive seat belt straps) that are each equipped with a spring rewind device.  They are mounted in an unobtrusive manner on each post of the four poster bed.  George arranged me on my back, in the spread-eagle position, and locked each of my wrist straps to the corresponding strap attached to the bed posts at the head of the bed.  When I relaxed the spring rewound device grabbed and held any slack so that in a minute my arms were spread wide and tight.  George locked each of my ankle straps in a similar manner to the corresponding straps at the foot of the bed, and then spread my ankles apart by a yard or so.  The spring rewind on each of the straps grabbed and held any slack, and I was now his prisoner.

George took a minute to savor his victory.  He stroked the soles of my feet (I am ticklish) and I shrieked in response.  He stroked my underarms, and I squirmed as much as my straps would allow (not much).  He nibbled on my nipples, and I moaned in response.  He massaged my “noodle” (that is our nickname for my clitoris) and I almost came.  He drew back just in time, and I tried to hump the air in frustration.

George took a minute to look in his bag of bondage equipment and came out with a leather hood.  This particular hood covers the eyes and ears but leaves the nose and mouth uncovered, so it is perfect for long bondage sessions.  It has an attached collar and locks in place, and I have sometimes spent the night wearing it.  George gathered up my hair and zipped the hood down the back of my head and buckled and locked the collar and I was now deprived of sight and sound.  Last but not least, he slipped a ball gag into my mouth, and buckled it snugly.  I now could not see or hear, and I could only mumble through the ball gag.  I could not tell if anybody was in the room, and was unable to judge the passage of time.

And I was horny as all get out!  My vagina burned like a hot poker.  I writhed and squirmed and humped the air, all to no avail except that maybe my straps got tighter and I got spread-eagled even wider.  I felt that George was still in the room, watching me put on a show, but I could not be sure.

After a while I calmed down a little.  I “umphed” into my gag with no reply.  I knew George would take no pity and in fact would return to finish his tax return.  I lay in a sexy, hot, wet bondage haze, daydreaming about Cowboys and Indians and cocks and how much I wanted one.  I daydreamed that I would gladly suck any cock that was presented to me if he would bring me to orgasm first.

There was no way to measure the passage of time.  Suddenly I felt George back at my side, but he had not come to release me.  Instead he lifted my hips and buckled a strap under me.  I recognized it as part of our “chastity belt”.  Next he slipped a vibrator into my wet vagina and turned it on.  Then he buckled the crotch strap of the chastity belt so that the vibrator would not slip out.  Then he bent close enough for me to hear him say through the hood, “I have to go to my office to pick up some info for the tax return.  I thought I would leave you with something to keep you amused.  I won’t be gone long”.

I “umphed” through my gag in protest but it was already too late – I could sense that he had left.  And the vibrator certainly did keep me amused!  It must have had new batteries and he must have only turned it on ½ speed, so it kept me right on the edge of orgasm but still unable to get the job done.  Much of this and I will be a basket case, I thought as I squirmed and humped the air some more.

The chastity belt gave me an advantage.  By squirming my crotch muscles with all the strength I had I could almost reach orgasm.  I rocked and squirmed and humped until I was worn out, and then slipped back into that sexy, hot wet bondage haze.

Suddenly I became aware that there was somebody in the room with me.  I knew it was too soon for George to return, and besides I could smell a faint odor of perfume.  Expensive perfume, so the interloper was probably not one of my neighborhood girl friends.

But whoever she was, she took pity on my plight and held a hand against my crotch.  With her hand to push on, the vibrator almost immediately sent me over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm.  It was a beaut – it came from the tips of my toes and enveloped my whole body and felt like it would rocket the top of my head into space.  It went on for what seemed like minutes.  This may sound crazy, but if you have never had a huge orgasm when you are tied hand and foot you don’t know what you are missing.

After a while my heart rate returned to normal and my breathing slowed and I came back down to earth.  Still blind and unable to see, I could only guess that my unknown female visitor was still there, watching me make a fool of myself.  Sure enough, after a minute, a pair of long and well-kept fingernails stroked the bottom of my feet.  I squirmed and umphed.  Hair brushed my chest and a pair of lips nibbled at my erect nipples.  I squirmed and umphed even more.  Soft hand massaged my breasts and I purred like a kitten.

And then she touched me no more.  I slumped against my bonds, in my sightless and soundless state, and time passed.  The vibrator continued to churn and keep me wet.  Eventually George was back at my side, unzipping the hood.  I blinked at the brightness of the room, and looked up and down my naked body, trying to imagine how I must have looked to my unknown visitor.  George left the gag in place and toyed with me some more, then unstrapped my ankles and removed the chastity belt and vibrator, but left my wrists spread and imprisoned.  Sliding out of his clothes, he held his erect dick in his hand and slid between my legs.  George has a nice dick and I am very fond of it.  I was hot and wet and he entered without difficulty.  George is a good and skillful lover.  He slid a pillow under my backside and soon he had me arching in another passionate orgasm before he pumped his semen inside me.

By this time I was exhausted.  George left me alone with my arms spread but left my ankles free while he returned to complete his tax return.  I dozed until my bladder began to complain, which was about the same time that George finally returned to tickle me some more, and then to free me.  I gratefully flexed my arms, but decided not to mention my unknown female visitor.

To this day I do not know who it was.  George had left the door unlocked in his haste to head for his office.  Was it a real estate agent at the wrong house?  Was it somebody I know, or was it a stranger?  Sometimes at social gatherings I think I smell that same perfume, and sometimes I think a lady is smiling at me in a strange sort of way, but who knows?
 
 
 
 
 

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