Gradually I added a couple more fingers and began thrusting with them. Anne’s restrained body was arching as she tried to get more penetration. I teased her by withdrawing and thrusting again until I had put my fingers in as far as they would go. I could feel that Anne’s body was getting warmer and warmer before she started thrashing as the first orgasm hit her. I held on as she writhed even more uncontrollably. At times I thought I wouldn’t be able to stop her from slipping off me onto the floor because her movements were so frantic. I pushed one arm between her back and the arm glove to give me a better grip.
It seemed that I was hanging on to a thrashing body for a long time but as Anne was enjoying herself, I held her as best I could. Eventually, her frantic movements subsided to slight wriggles, I thought I heard moans of pleasure through the gag. About five minutes after she stopped moving completely. I felt her deliberately raise and lower her bound legs three times, our agreed safe signal. I uncovered her eyes and then the mouth covering.
“What to speak, Anne?” I asked.
She nodded. It took me about ten minutes to remove the hood and ball gag. Anne shook her hair and then croaked ‘Water’. I had expected that. There was a glass of water and a jug with more on the coffee table. I held the glass to her lips. She drank about a quarter.
“Well?” I asked.
“Well? No. Fantastic. That was amazing. I was completely at your mercy, yet you did nothing except what I wanted. I knew I could trust you and I was completely helpless. When I started my first orgasm I couldn’t stop, and they went on and on and on until I was totally lost in them. I’ve never had such an earth-shattering sexual experience. But…”
“But?”
“When I had gone past my last orgasm, I wanted to do something to you. I couldn’t, of course. I was helpless. But I wanted my mouth full. Not of ball gag, but of your erection…”
“Hooded, blindfolded and gagged, you couldn’t.”
“But I could now my head is free, Clive.”
“OK, Anne, what exactly do you want?”
“Some 69. You mouth down between my legs, my mouth around your erection until…”
“I’m not sure, but we can try.”
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It took some heaving around to get Anne’s bound body positioned exactly with her mouth just where she wanted it to be. I had to spread the edges of the hobble dress to get my face and mouth in position. I needed my arms around Anne to keep her in position.
We started slowly. Anne’s mouth was just around me, not trying to suck or lick. My tongue was easing her lower lips apart. It didn’t take long before both of us were aroused. Anne was sucking and licking frantically and banging down on my face, trying to force my tongue further in. I was almost at the point of ejaculation when something unexpected happened. In Anne’s excitement, she had straightened her legs as far as they would. Her bagged feet pushed at the bottom of the hobble dress and the parts around my head were pulled. They closed behind the back of my head. I was trapped with my tongue deep in Anne, my nose and mouth squashed against her and being smothered by her body.
I couldn’t move my arms holding Anne because she might roll off, and that might hurt my erection. I managed to use the friction of my inner arms to pull her away slightly so I could gulp for breath. I had to repeat that several times because Anne was so engrossed in what she was doing, and what I was doing to her that she couldn’t stop. Struggling to breathe slowed my eruption but Anne’s mouth was so demanding that the delay was less than a minute. As I came, Anne swallowed and slumped over me. Now she was still I could push her body half an inch away and breathe.
“How was that for you, Clive?” she asked.
“Great except I nearly suffocated. My head is trapped in the dress, and I can’t get it out.”
Anne laughed.
“I didn’t intend both of us to be imprisoned at the same time. Does this help?”
She bent her legs slightly, as much as the hobble dress would allow. That meant I could extricate my head. I moved her body to be beside mine.
“That’s better. I was really worried. Bound as you are you couldn’t help. I dare not let you go, or you might have slipped. With your mouth surrounding me, I was afraid something might break.”
“But you are OK now?”
“Yes, still panting for breath but you were amazing.”
“And I enjoyed myself too. But now I would like to be free. After that, I need some coffee and later to go to bed — just to sleep. I’m shattered. I couldn’t take too many evenings like this.”
“But was it what you wanted for Valentine’s Day?”
“Yes, Clive. It was just what I wanted and better than I had expected, Thank you. But…”
“What now?”
“I think that ought to be reserved for special occasions such as next year’s Valentine’s Day, and perhaps the anniversaries of your proposal and our wedding. Three or four times a year would be enough. On my birthday…”
Anne’s birthday is in April.
“…I would like a change, with you as the bound victim.”
“Me? I’d never get into that dress. And with the armbinder? I couldn’t lie on you.”
Anne laughed.
“The stupid boyfriend also bought a hobble dress for himself. That is big enough for you, and the armbinder can be spilt in two and secured to the sides of the dresses. Look.”
Anne wriggled to show the side of the hobble dress. There were several D-rings down the seam. She rolled over to show the other identical side.
“But now I want out and some coffee.”
Getting Anne out of her bondage took nearly half an hour. She didn’t help by wriggling sensuously. She took off her two slips and pulled her dress back over her head while I was making the coffee.
When I returned, she held up the long slip.
“On my birthday you would need to wear something under the other hobble dress. This won’t do but I have a shorty nightdress that is far too large for me. I bought it in a sale without realising that the size label was wrong. It should fit you. We’ll try just before we go to bed.”
We did. It would have swirled in folds around her. On me, it was just large enough. Anne folded it up and put it away until her birthday.
I had given Anne exactly what she wanted for Valentine’s Day. But would I enjoy her birthday as much as she had enjoyed today? I’ll have to wait and see. But I trust Anne as much as she trusts me…