A Night of Total Surrender
Many Years ago Hubby took complete control and I let him destroy me in the best possible way, my pussy is throbbing just typing this. If you’re not into extreme, consensual power exchange, heavy sensory deprivation, and nonstop forced orgasms until I literally blacked out… you might want to close this tab.
It started with me stripped completely naked in our bedroom. Hubby slipped the thick black hood over my head, zipping it tight so the only thing I could feel was the leather pressing against my face. No sight. Muffled sounds. Just my own breathing and the growing ache between my legs. He shoved the bit gag deep into my mouth, buckling it behind my head so my jaw was forced open and drool was already starting to spill down my chin. Then the handcuffs clicked around my wrists, locking them tight behind my back. He pushed me face-down onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and buried his face in my dripping cunt. His tongue attacked my clit like he was starving for it—long, hard licks, sucking my swollen nub into his mouth, then tongue-fucking my hole. I was grinding against his face, moaning through the gag, until I exploded. My first orgasm hit so hard my whole body shook and I soaked his chin. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He poured warm oil all over me—my tits, my belly, my ass, my already-sloppy pussy. He massaged it in deep, making my skin glisten and every nerve ending scream for more. Then he brought out the spreader bar. He cuffed my ankles to the ends, locked my wrists to the center, and suddenly I was completely immobilized—legs forced wide open, arms stretched, hooded, gagged, oiled, and totally helpless. The hot wax came next.
I felt the first drip land right on my left nipple and I screamed into the gag. Then another on my right tit. He painted my breasts with molten wax, letting it harden into little white shells over my sensitive skin. Then he moved lower. I felt the heat hovering over my spread-open pussy and whimpered. He dripped it directly onto my swollen clit, down my slit, coating my pussy lips in burning wax. The pain was sharp and perfect, mixing with insane pleasure until I was humping the air like a desperate whore. Then came the flogger.
He whipped my wax-covered tits hard. Each strike made the hardened wax crack and fly off in every direction. He flogged my pussy next—sharp, stinging lashes right across my clit and dripping hole. The wax shattered and scattered across the bed while I thrashed and screamed through the bit gag, drooling everywhere.
When he slid two thick fingers into my cunt and curled them straight into my G-spot I lost it. He finger-fucked me brutally while I was still locked to the spreader bar, and I came so hard I squirted all over his hand and the sheets. He didn’t stop. He grabbed the Magic Wand, pressed the buzzing head hard against my abused clit, and kept those fingers hammering my G-spot. I came again. And again. And again.
Each orgasm was stronger than the last. I was squirting in powerful gushes, soaking the bed, my thighs, everything. Through the gag I was begging—muffled, desperate “please stop, please, I can’t”—but he just kept going, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of my wrecked body. My mind went blank. I was nothing but a twitching, squirting, screaming mess. I passed out.
When I came back to consciousness my body was jerking uncontrollably. Hubby was on top of me, his thick cock buried balls-deep in my sloppy, still-spasming pussy. He was fucking me hard while I was barely conscious, using my limp, hooded, gagged body like a fucktoy. I could feel every thrust, every slap of his balls against my ass. He growled and slammed in deep one final time, flooding my cunt with thick ropes of hot cum.
I just lay there in a dazed, cum-drenched haze, leaking his load, pussy still twitching from the endless orgasms. My tits and cunt were red and stinging from the wax and flogging. My jaw ached from the gag. My body was covered in oil, dried wax flakes, and my own squirt.
After the fucking that left my hole wrecked and leaking, Hubby finally untied me from the spread-eagle position. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. Dried wax flakes were still stuck to my tits and pussy, my skin shiny with oil, and thick globs of his cum were slowly oozing from my cunt.
We were already running late for dinner. He threw me the tan hold-ups and told me to put them on. No panties, obviously. Then the black satin top — tight, slippery, and completely sheer enough that my hard, wax-scraped nipples were clearly visible — and the tiny beige satin mini skirt that barely covered the tops of my stockings. No bra. He checked me quickly, ran his hand up under the skirt, and shoved two fingers into my sloppy pussy just to feel how full of cum I still was.
I climbed into the car still feeling completely used. As Hubby drove, I quickly brushed my hair into some sort of presentable style and slapped on a fresh coat of slut-red lipstick in the mirror. That was it. No cleaning up. No wiping away the cum. No removing the dried wax that still clung to my tits and clit. I sat there in the passenger seat with my legs slightly open, feeling his load slowly leaking out of my pussy onto the leather, my inner thighs sticky and shiny.
We pulled up at our local pub. It was busy, I could feel the cum starting to run down my leg as we walked in. Every step made the satin skirt slide over my bare, sensitive ass and kept my swollen, well-fucked hole rubbing together. My nipples were rock hard against the satin top, clearly poking out for anyone who looked.
We sat at a table and ordered drinks and food like a normal couple. Except I wasn’t normal right then. I was a hooded, gagged, wax-flogged, creampied mess sitting in public with no panties, stockings on, and Hubby’s cum still dripping out of me. I kept shifting in my seat, feeling it ooze.
I barely tasted my food. All I could focus on was the constant, filthy reminder that I was sitting there dressed like a classy wife but absolutely stuffed and marked as Hubby’s well-used whore. Every time I moved, more cum leaked out. By the time we finished dinner the back of my satin skirt had a wet patch and I could smell sex on myself.
