Sealed for her pleasure

Truth be told, we were in the midst of a pervy dry spell. Life distractions had taken their toll – horny purchases would trickle in every few months, reminding us of our past perversions… but it had been a good half-year since we had a truly kinky weekend. We agreed to no more excuses, upon my return from a weeklong business trip – the kinky weekend would commence; it was even scheduled on our calendars!

During my trip I had stumbled upon a very fair price for a used Mr. S Leather sleepsack, the gold standard purveyor of bondage goods. Even though the sack was used, it was in great condition – complete with several extensive options… inside smooth leather lining, prickle tit flaps, leg cushion, rear zipper – even a set of body straps. The sleepsack was due to arrive the day before my return home flight, giving just enough time for B to plan an adventure.

We had a few video chats during my absence, with a few mentions of kink but mostly talking about the usual vanilla couple chitchat. She was nice enough to pick me up from the airport, normally an hour plus transit ride. Our drive home was uneventful, no mention or any hints of my adventure to begin soon.

Once we arrived home, she strongly advised that I take a shower and not enter the bedroom – it was then that I quickly perked up a bit and knew something… maybe a 30 minute or 3 hour session was forthcoming, I didn’t know. It had been so long, that I was game for just about anything. We have certain signature hints when one of us would like a bit of kink spark, the not so subtle bathroom door sound during a shower meant a spandex suit was dropped off – this time for me to wear.

B instructed me to close my eyes and led me up the stairs to our bedroom, she was watching for any peeking. At the top I was told to turn around, facing away from the bedroom. She placed bandage eye patches over each of my eyes, each patch was deployed carefully to not pinch or stretch the skin too much – B wanted these to be comfortable. Usually we’d rush such dramatics, but this time she was precise and had a certain dominating calmness. I was led over to our bed and nudged to lie down. The sack’s D-rings quickly chimed to indicate that it was deployed and ready to receive me.

Her instructions became slightly firmer, moving me into the sack – she made sure that my hands were fed properly into the side sleeves. I noticed that her hands were covered with latex gloves; she sneakily put these on without me hearing. The lack of direct skin contact was as strong signal that I was the slave tonight; she was in complete control – physical contact had to be earned.

She knew I needed time to become mentally comfortable with my confinement, so much of the preparing would happen while zipped up – not before. This advanced model sleepsack included a pressure pad to place between the knees, the intention of which is to provide a barrier from skin rubbing against each other. My spandex suit also helped provide some basic protection, if not also a way to soak up the buckets of sweat that would naturally occur. Once the 3-way zipper was pulled up just under my chin, I could a ratcheting sound. B had chosen to use tie down straps, again knowing that the auditory sound would communicate serious business. These were not as loud as chain and more dramatic then rope being tied off – the straps prevented me leaning up or lifting my legs. She had some fancy webbing or trickery performed, as pillows were placed under my legs and behind my neck – neither of which slid around at all.

She commanded me with a soft but firm tone – “Slave, you are to refer to me as Mistress. Your mistress is in complete control of the slave. Do you understand?”. I gulped and quickly barked back “Yes, Mistress – thank you mistress”.

“For every hour you spend in either sack, another month will be added before your vacbed appointment. The mistress knows how scared the slave is about trying out the vacbed; this is your way to earn a time extension.” I was both relieved and scared about this offering.. we had purchased a latex vacbed for her own use several months ago, but provided specific measurements that would facilitate either of our heights. I was a bit too scared for that sort of intense equipment, and she was giving me a bit of leeway – I was certainly not going to waste this opportunity. After a few seconds, I processed this offer and responded with “Yes, Mistress – thank you for the opportunity to serve you, mistress.”

She let me squirm for around 5 minutes, but it felt like half an hour or longer.. no foot walking sounds, subtle chair movements, where the only restraint dangling noises were self inflicted. B started rubbing my balls, again with rubber coated hands – making me yearn for skin contact. The curse of the switching couple, she knew exactly how to push my buttons well.

B rubbed on a concoction of lube on the head of my cock, only pulling back a minimal section of foreskin. The lube felt a bit tingly or different, I assumed she had a new brand to try out. After the head was sufficiently coated, I hear her swap on a new pair of gloves. Once again lube was spread excessively around my balls. For some reason she has entirely skipped a large portion of my enlarged cock…

New to the routine was a spreading of a thick gel or jelly around my groin, scotrum, and down towards my buttock. I later found out that jelly was protection against the sack’s zippers. Completing the procedure, she slid on an external catheter – now the barren shaft made sense, she wanted the maximum amount of seal, thus free of any lube. Around this time it became apparent that a mixture of silicone lube and numbing spray had been applied to the head, though it felt as though the radio skewed more towards the spray then the lube! I could hardly feel a thing; B has mixed up an effective solution to mute any physical sensations.

A small preparation break was given, this time I could hear B rumbling around for the next phase, the noises of gloves, metal, and further restraints could be deciphered. She returned to my face, smearing a lemon flavored balm around my lips. I was getting used to all touches with the ever-present latex gloves. Her balm coating covered the top, bottom, and edges of my lips. A spandex hood was slid over my head, it only had a small mouth hole – no openings for my patched eyes, ears, or nose. I felt a familiar drinking bite grip hit my lip, I leaned slightly forward to take a sip.

“The slave will have to drink enough to fill this bag to continue the next phase of treatment, take your time slave .. As you know, the Mistress is in complete control and has an entire weekend planned for your serving.” 

Last Night

Despite being exhausted from work this week, last night was a perfect storm (post-“shark week” + watching Masters of Sex = give me all the sex!). I mentioned this to M while we were showering and getting ready to head to bed. While he was still in the shower, and I was on my way to the bedroom, he asked if I was going to put some spandex on. “Maybe,” I said.

That maybe was, in fact, a “yes.”

When M came to bed, I said something about taking care of myself if he was too tired, and I grabbed a spandex mask and the Eroscillator. I pulled the mask over my head, applied lube, and flipped the switch. M let me play with myself a bit, but of course he took control.

It’s a little bit of  a blur now. A grin on my face all day kind of blur. He barked orders at me to place my hands where they belonged (the top of the bed frame) and not move them. He teased me with the vibrator, with his cock, with his fingers, and with his tongue. He made me beg to come. Really fucking beg. And after I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me, we laid quietly for awhile.

I asked, just above a whisper, if I was allowed to worship his cock now.

“Yes,” he said, “But you need to wear gloves.”

He helped me into the latex gloves before I crawled between his legs and began kissing and teasing and putting everything I had left into pleasing him. At one point he demanded I get on top of him and ride his cock.

“Sit up. Hands behind your back,” he demanded. I obeyed, of course. He unzipped the front of the spandex suit and roughly grabbed my nipples and breasts, torturing my tits. “Beg for more,” he said. And I did.

It felt amazing. He stopped short, though, and allowed me to crawl back down him to continue where I had left off.

It’s important to know how much I love sucking M’s cock. Whether topping or bottoming, exhausted or energized, I would suck M’s beautiful cock just about anywhere or anytime. In fact, it’s a bit of an exhibitionist fantasy of mine not to have sex in public, but certainly to suck M’s cock in front of other people. When I ask permission to worship his cock, I truly do worship it.

When he came, I kept him in my mouth as he went completely soft, lips gently wrapped around his cock, my cheek pressed to his thigh. I didn’t move till he asked me to come up and lay next to him.

We both agreed it would have been even better with latex and some restraints (M later confessed to almost breaking out the bondage mittens), but it otherwise hit just the right note for having some fun on a school night and satisfying my craving for sex.

No Sleep Tonight

We swore we were going to be good. It was late when we got home, and even later by the time we crawled into bed. Weeks of sleep deprivation had tapped our energy reserves and we’d been running on fumes. We should have known better.

Talking in the dark, the heat of our bodies radiating against each other, we took turns pushing each other a little further away from any innocence that night. At one point, his hard cock pressed into my lower back as I fought to not touch him. It was a slow, dangerous simmering of desire.

I finally twisted around to face him. I swore I would be good tonight. Anything that happened would be his doing. He was the one who had to be at work in the morning.

His head dipped down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss and any semblance of control I had left cracked. My hand ran up his chest to his shoulder, pushing him back against the bed so I could slide on top of him, pinning him against the mattress.

But we didn’t fuck, even though we wanted to. After kissing and grinding and teasing, some modicum of reason crept back into our brains. “We shouldn’t do this,” he breathed heavily.

“I know.” My head dropped to his shoulder with a sigh, “We need to sleep.”

I rolled off him. Settling back into the bed, I took a deep breath and tried to clear away the fog of arousal with little success. My right hand eventually slipped between my legs and was immediately slick with fluid. I was mostly annoyed. We needed to sleep badly, but my body had other things clearly in mind.

“I’m really, really wet,” I said. He just chuckled. After a pause, I continued: “Would you mind if I…”

“If you want.”

My fingers easily slipped into place, slipped into a rhythm. I started off slowly, quietly, almost imperceptibly. After a minute or two of laying in the dark, I propped one of my legs up and quickened the pace of my hand, a sigh escaping my lips.

He shifted in bed next to me, closing the gap between us, his body brushing against mine. He now knew I hadn’t been bluffing in my intentions.

His arm slipped behind my neck and I expected his mouth to find mine. Instead his hand quickly slipped over my mouth and held tight, while his other hand grabbed my unoccupied one and brought it to his cock. My fingers wrapped tight and began stroking him while my other set of fingers pushed harder and faster against my clit, slipping back and forth. I took a deep breath through my nose before he pinched it shut for a few seconds. I exhaled in a rush, and sucked air back in quickly before he did it again.

Trusting him with that level of control gave me a rush, and suddenly I wanted to get off immediately. I tried to keep pace with both of my hands as he continued to control my breathing. But after a few frustrating minutes, my hands stopped and his hand fell away from my mouth.

“I can’t come,” I admitted. I was close, but I just couldn’t quite reach the edge. I was hitting a wall.

He paused, the gears turning in his horny brain, coming up with a solution. He got up and straddled my chest, pushing his cock past my lips and teeth and deep into my mouth. One hand pinned the arm that had previous been stroking him, while the other dug into my hair and pulled gently.

“I left a hand free for a reason,” he breathed.

I whimpered and began to suck him while digging my fingers into the hot, slippery skin around my clit. Saliva began to build up, making my mouth wet and inviting. He thrust gently, tugging on my hair. His cock pushed in deep enough to temporarily stop the flow of air, forcing me to time my breath with his thrusts. Several times I had to pull back, allowing him to slip entirely out of my mouth, and take several large gulps of air.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a dangerous growl, pushing back into my mouth.

It was finally enough to make me come. My body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through my exhausted muscles, fogging my brain with a flood of hormones.

He had slipped out of my mouth, and shifted to kneeling on my left side, giving me a brief chance to come down, to catch my breath.

His cock was still hard as I moved slightly to face him and he pushed back into my mouth. The angle was awkward for me to move much, and he had all the control over the depth and pace as he fucked my mouth. I sucked, flicked my tongue, and offered hints of teeth. Eventually I slipped my damp hand around the base of his cock, adding to the pressure and friction. His balls were tight against his body. He was close.

He came with a grunt and a whimper, his come running over my tongue and pooling in my cheek. I sucked gently, swallowing carefully and running my tongue over his softening cock to capture anything that might have spilled. He comments about my extraordinary cleanup frequently, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint.

He fell back on the bed with a sigh. I kissed his hip and ran my hand over his stomach.

“This is really bad.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Really, really bad.”

So much for sleep.