Spy Victoria · Part 2

Spy Victoria · Part 2 (2/2)
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e corset so I instinctively pull in my stomach. He manages to pull the corset close and tie it off before I can let go. With his work around my stomach and my sucking in, I feel the swelling in my breast to tighten up around the corset their too.

When he is finished with my corset he pulls my dress back down and comes around front to button me up again. I sigh with relief as he didn’t do what I thought he might. He then picks me up a couple of inches turning me slightly before setting me down again. He tells me he knows the corset is uncomfortable, but he turned me so I could see myself in the mirror with a bit of a profile. My close fitting coat dress shows a couple of inches of change in my stomach and breasts. I like the effect on my body the tightening has done and despite the discomfort, I find my shape more appealing. The effect makes me feel sexier and wetter still.

I didn’t know that I could get this excited, nor had I been this way since early in our marriage. And even though my rational thinking says I should hate this bondage, my body is rebelling against my mind in looking forward to what is next. As I have looked at myself critically in the mirror, he is back at the table and picks up my blindfold again. He turns towards me, picks me up to straighten me back up again the reaches to put the blindfold on. I grunt into my gag, trying to get him to not do that as I’m enjoying looking at myself. I emphasize my grunting by twisting my head to prevent that black nylon thing from being put on me. Of course I failed.

Once back in darkness, he leaves the room again.

He is gone a good 10 minutes. I’ll bet the bastard is having a cigarette while I’m like this, I think to myself. I so much want to be mad at him so that I don’t talk too soon, but the growing dampness in my vaginal area is betraying my logic. We are novices at bondage, but my husband knows how to interrogate me and get me turned on. And though my logic tells me to hate what he is doing to me, my prolonging this interrogation betrays how much I’m enjoying his control over me. All this while I’m feeling pain from the corset, in my arms being behind my back and in my toes as they are pushed into the pointed toe of my heels.

He returns and I can tell without seeing him that he has his coat on again. He is sweet and nice, telling me that it looks like Brutus was mean to me. I nod my head in agreement. He removes my blindfold, but then he sits at the table. He starts asking me questions and is phrasing them as yes or no responses. He has to because I can’t speak through the gag. He asks first if I’d like relief from my current restraint. I of course nod yes as I try speaking too. My head movement and grunts cause him to smile. But I continue to get wet. He tells me the more I answer his questions the easier it will be on me.

He starts with a string of 5 questions that I keep shaking my head no to them for 15 minutes. Then I surrender and give him the truth on his 8th round of asking the questions. After question number five, he gets up and removes my gag. He sits back down and for another 15 minutes he asks me another set of questions that I resist answering. I finally surrender the correct answers upon his threat of returning my gag.

He now puts the chair back, but he stops me as I go to get the pain off my feet by sitting. He quickly releases the rope that is holding my hands down my back, then one of the cuffs. He puts the cuffs back on my wrists in front, then helps me to sit. He reattaches the rope to my cuffs and ankles, pulling tight enough to keep me from raising my hands more than an inch off my lap. He returns to his chair and more questions. Now that the only discomfort I feel is with the tight corset, I find it easy to resist his questions. But he keeps asking for another 15 minutes. Then he puts two bottles of water on the table, opening one and taking a drink.

I ask for water as I notice my thirst welling up within me. He returns to his questions, talking over my pleas for water. He finally warns me that I’ll get the gag instead if I don’t answer his questions. Needless to say, I answer 5 more questions honestly. That causes him to open the second bottle, come over to me to put it to my lips and allow me 3 swallows before we return to answering questions.

Now with water and being off my feet I feel that even the threat of the gag won’t make me talk again. So 20 minutes after getting my water, I’m sitting there with my mouth open to take the gag. This time though he inserts it deeper into my mouth than before, then puts duct tape over. This in spite of my protests at the position of the gag that was nothing more than grunts coming from my mouth. Another ten minutes of questions without my defiance and then he is up again, to leave the room. But he blindfolds me before leaving and he is gone again for another 10 minutes. Now 3 hours since we started and I feel the wetness of crotch expanding to my thighs and some onto the chair seat. I’m embarrassed now because I’ve never leaked like this until after his ejaculation. I guess he is having another cigarette before he returns as Brutus.

I hear my interrogator return, but he is not my husband. It is Brutus who talks to me. I get nervous as for what is next for me, but I know that it will increase my wetness, whatever he does. I feel one arm under my knees and the other at the small of my back and I protest him picking me up. I’m scared for him that my 135 pounds is too heavy for him, but I’m lifted. He doesn’t carry me far and then I’m plopped in the middle of our queen sized poster bed. I’m forced to sit upright by him on the bed, with my legs bent because the rope is not long enough to stretch them out. I pull my knees in closer to get some slack in the rope between my ankles and wrist.

Then I bend over so that I can scratch and itch on my nose. I don’t stop with that though, I try to reach the blindfold to move it off my eyes, but he is there to stop me. With one hand pushing my shoulders back and the other pulling my feet away from my head, I’m stopped.

I hear him doing something with the bed posts above my head first, then at the foot. He is then on the bed beside me releasing the rope that leads to my ankles and then straddles me across just below my breasts. He releases my left wrist, but takes the right and secures it to a chain leading from the right post. Next he’s got my left hand in a cuff chained to the left post of our bed. I’m getting excited. Maybe he plans on taking me now, I can only hope. He gets off of me and opens 2 buttons on my dress. I lay there as I feel rope on my ankles, 2 different ropes, and then the Velcro ankle cuffs are released.

He gets off the bed and I test my legs to find though roped there is no restriction to their movement. I’m about to use my legs to push myself further up the bed to get some slack in my arms when my right leg ropes are pulled. My leg is pulled to one side but kept bent and I lose my ability to push myself up for slack in my arms. Then my left is positioned identically to the right, but in the opposite direction. I’m now spread eagle on the bed and the unbuttoning of my dress has allowed my vagina to be laid open to my husband. He doesn’t do anything for a minute then leaves. He’s only gone for minute.

When he returns I know it is as my husband the interrogator by the tone of his voice. He’s talking to me about how mean Brutus was in this position and I nod in agreement. But I have wetness slowly exiting me onto the sheets of our bed. He comments on it and asks if I’ve had an orgasm yet. Still tightly gagged all I can do is shake my head no. Several more questions, the first just about my gag and current tie-up and then interrogator questions came my way. I answered them all honestly and was into the fourth interrogator question when I realized I wasn’t even fighting him anymore.

I start resisting again, but he touches my cheek by the tape and tells me I was doing so well, that he was about ready to adjust the gag to be more comfortable if I continue to answer honestly. I answer the next five questions honestly, of course yes or no answers only and then he removes the tape from my face. He lifts my head from the pillow and loosens the strap to my ball gag and with my tongue I make myself more comfortable, but I’m disappointed I still have it.

A few more questions which I’ve now surrendered to answering honestly wishing he would enter me to help my reach orgasm. I no longer care about the game, I just need my orgasm. He wakes me from my desires asking if I need more water. Of course I need water and I say so yes with an emphatic nod of my head. He lifts my head and removes the gag, then I feel the bottle at my lips and I eagerly accept 3 more swallows. Then it was back to the questions for him and me lying with the blindfold imagining him taking me here and now. As I continue to my orgasms, I barely notice his having unbuttoned my dress and opening it to expose my corset.

I keep answering his questions as he is playing with me, helping me towards my orgasm. I suddenly realize my corset has been unzipped a bit to expose the nipples of my breast. My extremely hard nipples that he is playing with in his hands. Then one hand leaves me nipples and starts playing around in my crotch while his other hand and his mouth continue on my nipples. I moan in pre-orgasmic mode with his play on my helpless body and I start to tell him how to make love to me.

That was my mistake, he put a gag back in my mouth. This time though it wasn’t the ball gag as he had used before. It was a mouth spreader gag made of metal with most of the gag on the outside of my mouth. It really wasn’t a very good gag either. Though my jaw was immobile, my mouth was wide open and noise could escape. I just couldn’t say anything intelligible. Then he removed my blindfold. He took red lipstick and started applying it to my lips. I hate red lipstick, but I didn’t protest. I was too close to orgasm to resist, argue or even try to complain. When he was done, he kissed me on the lips with his mouth wide open, yet he invaded my mouth with his tongue for the first time in my life.

Finished with the lipstick he stripped to his shirt and tie and positioned himself between my spread legs. I raised my head to see him go down to lick my cum from my thighs with his tongue. Normally I would’ve tried to stop him, but this time I just enjoyed it. Then he applied KY gel for men to himself, and gel for her to me. That done, he positioned himself over me as if to enter and I lay back feeling the climax I needed coming with the expectation of his entry into me. But he started kissing my lips and teasing me with his penis. I tried to arch to get him into me, but he pulled back which got me even more excited.

I eased back down and again he was positioned at my entrance, but not pushing hard in. This time I lay back, closed my eyes and silently begged for him to take me as I returned his kisses. Slowly, ever so slowly, he entered by sliding in with the help of my cum and the KY gel. The further he entered me the more I neared climax and wished he would get on with it. Finally he was all the way in and I was screaming in ecstasy. I had not reacted that way to sex with my husband in 20 years. But that wasn’t all that I had, it wasn’t my peak. This was my peak ecstasy in all my sexual encounters before, but not today.

He started his pumping in me and I felt like he was growing larger inside when in reality it was I clamping down on him. He pumped away on me for a good five minutes then I felt his liquids entering my body. A good long heavy stream in the first squirt with more to come in the next three pumps. But that was it, four good squirts out of him and he was as good as he once was in his youth. But the screams emanating from my gag were like none I had ever done before. And the orgasm as my husband came was like none I had ever felt before.

Ten minutes after we both climaxed he finally quit pumping as he was going limp and had nothing left to give. As for me, I was coming off my own climax and felt exhausted. It was then that he removed my gag and freed my limbs, announcing our little game over. I was glad that it was over and saddened. It was the best sex I ever had and the best with my husband in 15 years. But why oh why did I have to be bound and gagged to have it. Fifteen minutes I lay there berating myself for what I thought was something disgusting, yet it brought so much pleasure. I didn’t understand it.

I got up to use the bathroom and to change into my flannel pajamas that I liked to wear on such cold winter nights. I had to walk in front of the mirror in my still tight corset to get my pajamas and paused briefly to look myself over now that the dress was off and in the laundry basket. I liked what I saw, but still didn’t understand the attraction my husband had in me with my 20 extra pounds of weight that I could use to lose. Before I peed, I had to clean up the sticky stuff on the area around my lips of my vagina. When I did sit to pee, I had forgotten how long I had been since allowed to relieve myself and was amazed at how much I had to get out. Although I would not admit it to anyone, all I could think of was, will a week for the next interrogation be too soon or not. I smiled as I thought I would love to do it again.

Authors note: I know this story seems a bit vanilla to most though it did turn us on. My wife thinks this kind of thing is disgusting, at least she did until we lived most of what is written here. Our first try was two years earlier and I wouldn’t learn for 15 months that she was actually a bit turned on. The above took place on her own accord, though she had suggested she needed it two weeks earlier. Though I’ve long been turned on to women being bound and gagged, their submission and trust to allow a man to do this, I never in my wildest dreams thought that my wife would enjoy it either. Of course the names have been omitted or changed because we really are not that free with our having enjoyed this part of our lives yet. I hope that even though it is very vanilla compared to the other stories on this site, that you all will find it enjoyable.

Spy Victoria · Part 2 (2/2)
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