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Subject: {ASSM} Ever After (M/f NC BD anal)
Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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Ever After
(c)2000 Greymead (aka Richard Large)

I stood in the hallway, my jaw hanging open in disbelief, my eyes riveted to 
the form of my wife, my bride of 5 months. She was bound hand and foot, 
stretched on her belly in the middle of our bed, and writhing in a most 
deliciously erotic manner.

My first thought was that I had stumbled upon a robbery or rape in progress 
in my own home, that there must be someone else in the house, but it was 
obvious from her movement that this was something she was enjoying 
immensely. The best part was, she was still unaware of my presence. I 
quietly thanked mother nature for the snowstorm that had aborted my business 
trip, and was very glad that I had decided to return home rather than wait 
it out in the airport.

On stocking feet, I softly walked into the bedroom for a closer look.

Her ankles were bound together and fastened by a short length of rope to the 
crossbar at the foot of the bed. Her wrists, raised above her head, were 
likewise fastened to the headboard, though here it was a pair of handcuffs 
that held her wrists and a length of rope that fastened the handcuffs to the 
bed. A twin strand passed from the loop around her waist, between her 
buttocks and through her crotch. I presumed it was fastened in front to that 
same waist loop. It was against this twin strand that she appeared to be 
moving.

The whole thing puzzled me for several minutes - I could see how she had 
managed to bind herself, probably setting the handcuffs in place, then tying 
her ankles after the rope panty was in place before she closed the cuffs 
around her wrist, but had she intended to remain this way until my return 
from Chicago a week from now? I considered the possibility that she had a 
friend who was to come release her at some specific point in time, a thought 
that made me more than a little jealous. Then I spotted the icecube.

It was tied to her wrist with a length of white string, and in its depth I 
could make out the shape of a small key. Timed release. I quietly picked up 
her cuticle scissors from the dresser and, being careful not to make a 
telltale tug on the string, snipped it, placing the icecube quietly into the 
wastebasket, then sat in my reading chair to watch.

She moved for a while, then subsided - evidently delaying her gratification, 
perhaps trying to time it so that she would achieve an orgasm at about the 
time she would be able to free herself. I smiled as I wondered how she would 
respond when she found that she had no key. I smiled, and enjoyed the show, 
and considered the old fantasies that had filled my mind as a teenager, 
fantasies I had never hoped to share with a woman. My lovely and loving wife 
was going to be a more perfect lover than I had thought.

The moment arrived when her body strained against the ropes and a moaning 
escaped into the cloth gag in her mouth, barely perceptable from my vantage 
point. She lay for long moments, her breathing slowing, the flush on her 
shoulders returning to the natural, almost milk white color of her skin. Her 
hands fumbled for several moments, the motions unhurried, almost languid at 
first became more frantic as she found the cut end of the string. She cast 
about as if searching for that icecube - not believing, I imagine, that it 
could possibly be gone.

When she was on the verge of complete panic, I laid a gentle hand on her 
shoulder. "You are mine, now. You will not escape your bondage until I deem 
it is time."

She lay suddenly still for several moments, then fought her bonds fiercely. 
She had done a good job on herself. I did not see any significant slippage 
in the ropes. I checked the knots and found that they were well made and 
were not in danger of tightening too much on her either. Her breathing was 
hard and ragged and she was, judging from the sound of it, cursing me into 
her gag. I realized that she did not know it was I who held her! This 
represented an opportunity I might never have again! I left her on the bed 
while I went to scavenge some items from other parts of the house. When I 
returned, she was fighting the ropes again. She seemed considerably weaker 
now.

I slipped a knife under the rope that passed through her crotch, and cut it, 
then the one around her waist. When I pulled the rope out, I discovered that 
she had knotted it in two places to correspond (judging by the wetness on 
one knot) to her clitoris and her asshole. Interesting!

I looped a rope around each knee and passed the free ends through the bed in 
such a way that I could take up slack on both of them by pulling the ends at 
the foot of the bed. Once I was fairly certain I could control her legs, I 
cut the rope binding her ankles, then pulled the rope ends that pulled her 
knees apart. A quick hitch, and they were held in place. I slipped a pillow 
under her hips, then raised her bodily and slipped another in.

I cupped her pussy with my hand and discovered it dripping. Whatever else it 
was doing to her, this treatment had made her very hot. I thrust three 
fingers into her, roughly - almost brutally, and was rewarded with a muffled 
groan of pleasure (or was it agony?).

Retrieving the handcuff key, I released one wrist and pulled it down toward 
her ankle, causing her ass to push up into the air. She tried to fight me, 
but did not have the strength or the leverage to prevent me from tying her 
hand to her ankle and then repeating the process with the other hand.

I do not think she truly appreciated what was going to happen until I began 
to lube her asshole.

She jerked and cursed into her gag, then subsided into trembling and tears 
as my ministrations continued unabated. I pushed one finger into her, 
twisting it slowly. Her asshole relaxed a little and her sobs grew almost 
gentle. When I felt she was ready for it, I introduced another finger into 
her. The sudden intrusion caused her to clamp down again, but I held the 
fingers in her still, bringing them slowly to life only when the opening 
began to relax again.

In this way, I finally had her fully relaxed around three fingers, which I 
figured to be a fair equivalent to what I was going to introduce to her 
next. I climbed between her legs, removing my fingers when my hard cock was 
poised in place.

Holding her buttocks apart with one hand, I guided my throbbing pecker to 
the slack ring of her asshole and, in one fluid movement, pushed deep into 
her. Immediately, she tightened on my cock. It was an exquisite feeling as 
the tight band of muscle constricted around me, causing my already hard cock 
to grow still harder. I paused, as much to enjoy the sensations as to allow 
her to become accustomed to me.

Slowly, I began to fuck her. This was so tight, so wonderful that I knew I 
would not last long, but I wanted to prolong it as much as I could. There is 
only one first time to fuck any asshole, and this was the asshole I had 
wanted all my life. I was determined to enjoy every moment of it to the 
fullest.

As I pulled out, the ring of her asshole pulled out with me, elastic. It was 
like a secondary caress as her skin pulled back to its original position, 
followed closely by my next thrust. I watched my cock move in and out of 
her, entranced by the sight of it. My hands closed on her white buttocks, 
squeezing, kneading as I fucked her.

As my thrusts began to grow faster and more urgent, I began to spank her 
flank one-handed, holding her with the other, guiding her hips. When I 
realized that she was fucking back against me, I came. Hard. Spurt after 
spurt of my hot jism pumping up through the shaft of my cock, burning its 
way like hot lava.

I pushed myself deep inside that tight, humid channel and emptied my balls 
into her as what seemed like quarts of the hot jizz spouted through me.

Finally, emptied of seed as well as strength, I pulled her over onto her 
side and lay beside her, lifting her blindfold so she could see who it was. 
She looked so beautiful, laying bound and gagged. I felt the surge of love - 
the kind that fills your heart and makes it seem as if it may burst at the 
seams. I untied her hands from her ankles and watched as she began to pull 
the gag from her mouth. She stopped, gag still in place, and gave me a 
questioning look. I nodded okay, and she removed it.

We spent the rest of the night laying in each other's arms talking, 
caressing, exploring fantasy. Next day, I bought a collar for her. Since 
then we have lived happily ever after.

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