I’m 40 years old, happily married to David, but we haven’t had sex in years. David isn’t good at talking about sex and shuts almost everything down the moment the subject comes up. Over the years I’ve discovered, by regularly checking his phone, that he often watches BDSM porn. That sounds wonderful to me, but David never wanted to talk about it. I’d love to be tied up and properly used.
In secret I ordered a few things online and had them delivered when he wasn’t home. A spreader bar, an anal hook and a bondage bench. In the years before, David had bought me some leather outfits and high knee-high patent-leather boots, but those had just been lying unused in the closet.
One day when David had gone to work and I was home alone, I decided to look for a sex date. If David didn’t want sex, I’d find another way, because I was craving a hard, thick cock that would finally fill me properly. I got into a nice online conversation with a man named Alex, told him my fantasy, and he was into it too.
A few weeks later, while David was at work, we arranged a video call. I had put on nice makeup and a pretty lace bra that made my full, soft C-cup tits look delicious. I dialled the number and the phone started ringing. My heart was pounding in my throat—I was so nervous! After four rings he answered. What a hot guy he was! A handsome dark-haired man with thick dark hair and brown eyes. He asked me to tilt the camera a bit lower and wanted to see my tits.
He said, “Damn, those look good! I’d love to suck on those sexy nipples with my tongue.” Hearing those words made me bite my lip. I asked if I could see his body too. I saw a muscular torso covered in beautiful tattoos and two nipple piercings through his stiff nipples. He said, “Shall we give each other a little preview?” I agreed, both our cameras tilted down, and I saw he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I gasped when his big, hard cock came into view. Gosh, I wanted that inside my wet pussy so badly.
We kept talking, hotter and hotter. I told him about the toys I’d bought and how much I wanted to be tied up and used. Alex’s eyes darkened.
“Get the spreader bar and the cuffs,” he ordered. “Now.”
I fetched them, heart racing. On camera I stripped completely, then locked the spreader bar between my ankles so my legs were forced wide open. The leather cuffs went around my wrists and I clipped them to the headboard of the bed, arms stretched above my head. I was completely exposed, pussy already glistening.
Alex stroked his thick cock slowly while he watched.
“Good girl. Now take that anal hook, lube it up, and slide it in. Nice and deep.”
I did as he said, gasping as the cold metal pushed into my ass. The chain hung down between my open legs.
“Attach the chain to the spreader bar,” he commanded.
When I did, every small movement tugged on the hook inside me. I was locked in place—legs spread, arms bound, ass filled, completely at his mercy even though he was only on a screen.
“Look at you,” he growled, pumping his cock faster. “Tied up like a proper little slut, just waiting to be used. Imagine I’m there, fucking that wet cunt while the hook keeps your ass open. I’d slap those tits, pull your hair, make you take every inch until you’re dripping.”
I moaned, rolling my hips as much as the restraints allowed, the hook shifting inside me with every movement. My clit was throbbing. I begged him to keep talking, to tell me exactly how he’d use me.
Alex came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach while he described pinning me down and fucking me senseless. Watching him finish pushed me over the edge. I came hard, body shaking against the cuffs and the spreader bar, the anal hook tugging with every spasm.
When I finally caught my breath I was still tied up, legs spread wide, completely used—even if only by his voice and my own hands.
And all I could think was how much I wanted the real thing next time.
