The clatter of dishes being washed could be heard from the kitchen.
Grinning, Ben lit a cigarette, took the small crop in his hand and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
Leaning against the door frame, he watched his wife, whom he could see sideways. The sight of her sent shivers of pleasure running through his abdomen. His penis started throbbing: she wore a white latex mask, white latex stockings and white latex gloves. The black latex panties were open between her legs, he knew it but couldn't see it because she kept her legs closed. She wore a long white sleeveless t-shirt over it. Tilting his head a little, he could see thin threads of saliva making their way between the slightly parted lips and the black ball of the gag.
He could barely hear a faint buzzing. Again he had to smile. His heart began to beat faster - he also felt it in his throat and in his penis.
In the afternoon he had been to an Orion specialty shop, and had taken the advice of the saleswoman - he needed nipple clamps, he had said, they shouldn't hurt too much since his wife has to wear them for a while, and they should vibrate - that was him very important. The competent saleswoman had just the thing: two, about thumb-length, thumb-thick, pink clamps attached to a small vibrator - perfect.
Katy couldn't help it, soft, comforting sounds came out of her throat at regular intervals. She also had to constantly move her abdomen - there was no other way - a little forward, a little back - pressing her thighs together. She could barely concentrate on the dishes she was washing. The feeling of being pinched by those clamps on her nipples and being tickled by the high vibration drove her heartbeat.
Ben suddenly stood behind her. "How does my girl like washing dishes?"
A pleasant coo escaped from her throat, she nodded her head. Again and again she bit lightly on the rubber ball that prevented every word she wanted to say.
She could feel her clit swollen and throbbing with excitement, barely able to stand up straight. Her entire abdomen was tormented at regular intervals by surging desire. She knew if she spread her legs her love juice would drip onto the floor, she was so aroused. Her head was also in constant motion - like a little horse that wanted to jump off, dash away, but still had to wait, was reined in.
Unexpectedly, Ben's hand worked its way through her thighs, two or three fingers she couldn't tell for sure, digging up, disappearing into her hot, wet love canal.
"Oh yeah," her husband's dark voice expressed his satisfaction, "my horny little girl likes that. Not true?"
Panting and spluttering behind her gag, Katy nodded her head a few times, and lifted her right leg slightly to ease his manipulations in her vagina, perhaps to get him to go deeper.
Abruptly he pulled away from her.
She howled in agony.
Ben's crop whizzed through the air, hitting his wife's right butt cheek. His voice was calm and composed, "What indelicate behavior. Did I allow you to spread your legs?”
She shook her head. More and more threads of saliva dripped from her chin.
"Did I give you permission to stop washing the dishes?" The whip slapped the skin of her bottom again.
In the frenzy of her desire, another throaty, groaning rumble came from her throat, reminiscent of a cat's purr, but she quickly shook her head.
"Hold on to the edge of the pool with both hands, knees together and stretch out your bum," came her husband's instructions, which she followed immediately.
His fingers felt for the nipple clamps, moving them back and forth, patting them lightly.
She looked into his azure eyes - he smiled.
Katy cried out from behind her gag - her lust burning like fire between her legs.
Ben let his left hand slide alternately over the right, then over the left nipple - playing, scratching, twirling - back and forth. His eyes fixed on hers, "You haven't listened enough. Am I right?”
She nodded.
The right hand, holding the crop, reached out to land with a smack on her rear end.
She jerked her head back, closed her eyes, purred behind the gag.
He turned his face a little - could see the little red mark left by the little leather hand and smiled.
Still playing with the nipples, he slapped her ass with the crop again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"Would you like to move your abdomen?" he asked her, looking into her green eyes.
A long, drawn out, "Yeah," came out from behind the gag.
"Well then," he gave her free rein. "Show me how much you like this."
Puffing and puffing, in total abandon, close to frenzy, she moved her beautiful, plump, little butt - legs still together.
Ben stood next to her buttocks, put his left hand on her back, pulled out, and struck again.
Again the leather met the skin of the buttocks.
Katy already felt like her butt was on fire. The skin was hot to the touch - red-hot - each time the leather smacked, she howled briefly, tipped her head back, and spluttered. But it was so beautiful. So beautiful. So unspeakably beautiful.
Ben ran his left hand over the reddened skin, then put it back on his back and swung again.
The vibrating breast clamps bounced up and down. Katy started shaking so she could feel the clamps even better. Her shame glowed as did the skin of her buttocks.
She howled her lust into the gag, could hardly stand it. Her clit appeared to be the size of a cherry. Her love juice literally flowed out of her, ran down her thighs.
With each new stroke of the crop, Ben whipped her more and more into this frenzy of lust.
In the greatest contentment, and just as excited, he brought out the last blow, harder and coarser than the others before.
Squeaking, Katy pulled her butt back a little.
He kissed the hot, red skin of the buttocks, put the crop on the table, and looked into his wife's eyes again. "And now," he had to control himself not to make her happy right here and now with his hard member - to make himself happy - because the first traces of his excitement dripped, glittering, from the opening of his love lance, which he was hardly aware of thought, "Finish the dishes."
She howled in desperation.
Ben took her chin in his right hand, his left hand again played with her nipples, which were forced to tremble. His sonorous voice trembled, "I would love to kiss you now, explore the inside of your mouth with my tongue. Tragic you're wearing the gag. Don't you think so?”
Tormented, she wailed her sorrow into the small round obstruction that blocked her lips and began to wash the last plates.
Furtively, she looked at her husband, who was cloaking his impressive height of 1.85 in a black latex suit with leg warmers. His hands, so sensitive, were in black latex gloves. His bright blue eyes seemed even bluer behind the black latex mask. His stiff member twitched, dripped, and practically screamed to want to bury himself inside her.
Ben squeezed his left hand between the thighs of his 1.65 tall (small) wife, smiled at her, and pulled away again.
The black latex glove glistened in her love juice. Slowly, very slowly, he took his hard cock and began masturbating. "If you don't hurry, my beauty," he said huskily, "it might be too late."
Now concentrating on what was left of her, she finished washing up.
Satisfied, Ben stopped masturbating. "What an obedient, well-behaved female I have," he praised.
She cooed behind her gag, and nodded her head slightly in token of thanks.
Ben removed the gag, "get on your knees to say hello to him."
He didn't have to order that twice!
Katy was already on her knees the moment he finished speaking. She licked around the glans, biting it lightly, sliding the penis deep down her throat - out again, licking around the balls, sucking each one into her mouth.
She whipped and pushed her own arousal even more.
He stroked her head, "That's good. That's my good girl.” Ben used the crop as an extended arm, stroking her buttocks, back, thighs – letting it slap her skin gently, patting it over and over again.
Katy became more and more frantic in her blowing. She licked and licked, sucked, pulled and sucked as if she had the most delicious ice cream in front of her.
Shortly before his departurehe pushed her back. "Stay downstairs and come with me," he ordered, unable to speak himself.
On all fours, his hand on her head, she followed him, heeled, into the playroom.
"On the bed," he commanded curtly, controlling himself so much that it caused him pain.
Elegant as a big cat, she lifted one leg at a time, one hand at a time, and deftly mounted the black lacquer sheet of the large bed.
With two skillful movements, he freed her from the breast clamps. “Stretch your butt towards me, my horny little animal”, came the next instruction.
Almost burying her head in the vinyl sheeting, she stretched her bottom as high as she could in the air.
"Good girl," Ben praised.
"Oh thank you, Master," his wife said in great rapture, "thank you. It is so beautiful. You are doing so great. It's so wonderful."
With his hand he stroked her buttocks and lightly slapped the still reddened skin, "well, that's nice when we both enjoy it so much. Isn't it?"
"Oh yes. Yes,” she breathed in loving enthusiasm.
With the words, "then let's see how you like it," he fastened the two, still buzzing, clamps on the left and right of the large labia.
This time a jubilant sigh reached his ears, which also made him groan. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh please! Yes!” she begged, and started circling her buttocks.
"Really?" Katy heard his soft, deep voice.
“Please!” she affirmed, “please, Master, I want to feel you. Penetrate me! Please! Please… **** me!”
“Oooh,” Ben's mouth said, his grin widening. He knew when she couldn't take it anymore she would say no, she would practically yell " **** me" - so she was about to climax.
Kneeling behind her, he positioned himself, holding both her buttocks, he penetrated her very slowly but as deeply as he could.
She paid homage to his actions with a deep groan and a sharp scream of pleasure.
He had to control himself not to stab wildly.
Instead, he pulled his throbbing, hard cock back very slowly, then...faster in...slow out...fast in...fast out.
Katy started panting.
Ben took off one of the clamps to press it against her clit with his right hand.
She yelped in the highest degree of delight.
His cock slid into her all the way, a quick feel with both hands and he had the clamp placed right on her pearl of pleasure.
"I'm coming, oh lord, master, I'm coming!" she began to wail.
"Then come!" he commanded in a dark, hoarse voice, "NOW!"
She screamed and shrieked, digging her hands into the vinyl sheet, bobbing her head back and forth. Her body trembled, her abdomen heaved, and he felt her vaginal muscles squeeze. She clutched his penis with it as if she never wanted to let go of him again.
Now Ben had to force himself not to ******** into her – he didn't want that today. He pushed his cock in hard, pulling it out to ram it back into her. Telling himself over and over you're not coming, you're not coming.
Noticing that her body was beginning to relax, he threw away the "clit clip" and gave her the last command for the evening, "Come on my pretty, turn around. I want to ******** in your face ."
As if stung by a tarantula, she spun around her own axis, took his love thorn in her hands and held out her face.
Shortly before Ben jerked off , he had to realize once again that she masturbated almost better than he did.
"Oh please, please," Katy begged and looked at him pleadingly, "cum in my face , Master. I want to feel your hot *****
.” She had barely formed those words before it *****d out of him. Moaning deeply and groaning, he could see his penis twitch and in two...three...four...five shots his white, heated juice sprinkled her lips, eyes, nose and forehead.
Both took off their masks.
Ben took a deep breath, holding his wife's sweaty face in both hands. He kissed her passionately. Then he hugged her: "I love you, Katy. God, I love you so much."
As if a safety valve had opened her floodgates, tears trickled from her eyes and down her cheeks, "and I love you, Ben. I love you more than my life.”
They both laughed at each other and walked arm in arm into the bathroom to take a shower together.
Grinning, Ben lit a cigarette, took the small crop in his hand and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
Leaning against the door frame, he watched his wife, whom he could see sideways. The sight of her sent shivers of pleasure running through his abdomen. His penis started throbbing: she wore a white latex mask, white latex stockings and white latex gloves. The black latex panties were open between her legs, he knew it but couldn't see it because she kept her legs closed. She wore a long white sleeveless t-shirt over it. Tilting his head a little, he could see thin threads of saliva making their way between the slightly parted lips and the black ball of the gag.
He could barely hear a faint buzzing. Again he had to smile. His heart began to beat faster - he also felt it in his throat and in his penis.
In the afternoon he had been to an Orion specialty shop, and had taken the advice of the saleswoman - he needed nipple clamps, he had said, they shouldn't hurt too much since his wife has to wear them for a while, and they should vibrate - that was him very important. The competent saleswoman had just the thing: two, about thumb-length, thumb-thick, pink clamps attached to a small vibrator - perfect.
Katy couldn't help it, soft, comforting sounds came out of her throat at regular intervals. She also had to constantly move her abdomen - there was no other way - a little forward, a little back - pressing her thighs together. She could barely concentrate on the dishes she was washing. The feeling of being pinched by those clamps on her nipples and being tickled by the high vibration drove her heartbeat.
Ben suddenly stood behind her. "How does my girl like washing dishes?"
A pleasant coo escaped from her throat, she nodded her head. Again and again she bit lightly on the rubber ball that prevented every word she wanted to say.
She could feel her clit swollen and throbbing with excitement, barely able to stand up straight. Her entire abdomen was tormented at regular intervals by surging desire. She knew if she spread her legs her love juice would drip onto the floor, she was so aroused. Her head was also in constant motion - like a little horse that wanted to jump off, dash away, but still had to wait, was reined in.
Unexpectedly, Ben's hand worked its way through her thighs, two or three fingers she couldn't tell for sure, digging up, disappearing into her hot, wet love canal.
"Oh yeah," her husband's dark voice expressed his satisfaction, "my horny little girl likes that. Not true?"
Panting and spluttering behind her gag, Katy nodded her head a few times, and lifted her right leg slightly to ease his manipulations in her vagina, perhaps to get him to go deeper.
Abruptly he pulled away from her.
She howled in agony.
Ben's crop whizzed through the air, hitting his wife's right butt cheek. His voice was calm and composed, "What indelicate behavior. Did I allow you to spread your legs?”
She shook her head. More and more threads of saliva dripped from her chin.
"Did I give you permission to stop washing the dishes?" The whip slapped the skin of her bottom again.
In the frenzy of her desire, another throaty, groaning rumble came from her throat, reminiscent of a cat's purr, but she quickly shook her head.
"Hold on to the edge of the pool with both hands, knees together and stretch out your bum," came her husband's instructions, which she followed immediately.
His fingers felt for the nipple clamps, moving them back and forth, patting them lightly.
She looked into his azure eyes - he smiled.
Katy cried out from behind her gag - her lust burning like fire between her legs.
Ben let his left hand slide alternately over the right, then over the left nipple - playing, scratching, twirling - back and forth. His eyes fixed on hers, "You haven't listened enough. Am I right?”
She nodded.
The right hand, holding the crop, reached out to land with a smack on her rear end.
She jerked her head back, closed her eyes, purred behind the gag.
He turned his face a little - could see the little red mark left by the little leather hand and smiled.
Still playing with the nipples, he slapped her ass with the crop again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"Would you like to move your abdomen?" he asked her, looking into her green eyes.
A long, drawn out, "Yeah," came out from behind the gag.
"Well then," he gave her free rein. "Show me how much you like this."
Puffing and puffing, in total abandon, close to frenzy, she moved her beautiful, plump, little butt - legs still together.
Ben stood next to her buttocks, put his left hand on her back, pulled out, and struck again.
Again the leather met the skin of the buttocks.
Katy already felt like her butt was on fire. The skin was hot to the touch - red-hot - each time the leather smacked, she howled briefly, tipped her head back, and spluttered. But it was so beautiful. So beautiful. So unspeakably beautiful.
Ben ran his left hand over the reddened skin, then put it back on his back and swung again.
The vibrating breast clamps bounced up and down. Katy started shaking so she could feel the clamps even better. Her shame glowed as did the skin of her buttocks.
She howled her lust into the gag, could hardly stand it. Her clit appeared to be the size of a cherry. Her love juice literally flowed out of her, ran down her thighs.
With each new stroke of the crop, Ben whipped her more and more into this frenzy of lust.
In the greatest contentment, and just as excited, he brought out the last blow, harder and coarser than the others before.
Squeaking, Katy pulled her butt back a little.
He kissed the hot, red skin of the buttocks, put the crop on the table, and looked into his wife's eyes again. "And now," he had to control himself not to make her happy right here and now with his hard member - to make himself happy - because the first traces of his excitement dripped, glittering, from the opening of his love lance, which he was hardly aware of thought, "Finish the dishes."
She howled in desperation.
Ben took her chin in his right hand, his left hand again played with her nipples, which were forced to tremble. His sonorous voice trembled, "I would love to kiss you now, explore the inside of your mouth with my tongue. Tragic you're wearing the gag. Don't you think so?”
Tormented, she wailed her sorrow into the small round obstruction that blocked her lips and began to wash the last plates.
Furtively, she looked at her husband, who was cloaking his impressive height of 1.85 in a black latex suit with leg warmers. His hands, so sensitive, were in black latex gloves. His bright blue eyes seemed even bluer behind the black latex mask. His stiff member twitched, dripped, and practically screamed to want to bury himself inside her.
Ben squeezed his left hand between the thighs of his 1.65 tall (small) wife, smiled at her, and pulled away again.
The black latex glove glistened in her love juice. Slowly, very slowly, he took his hard cock and began masturbating. "If you don't hurry, my beauty," he said huskily, "it might be too late."
Now concentrating on what was left of her, she finished washing up.
Satisfied, Ben stopped masturbating. "What an obedient, well-behaved female I have," he praised.
She cooed behind her gag, and nodded her head slightly in token of thanks.
Ben removed the gag, "get on your knees to say hello to him."
He didn't have to order that twice!
Katy was already on her knees the moment he finished speaking. She licked around the glans, biting it lightly, sliding the penis deep down her throat - out again, licking around the balls, sucking each one into her mouth.
She whipped and pushed her own arousal even more.
He stroked her head, "That's good. That's my good girl.” Ben used the crop as an extended arm, stroking her buttocks, back, thighs – letting it slap her skin gently, patting it over and over again.
Katy became more and more frantic in her blowing. She licked and licked, sucked, pulled and sucked as if she had the most delicious ice cream in front of her.
Shortly before his departurehe pushed her back. "Stay downstairs and come with me," he ordered, unable to speak himself.
On all fours, his hand on her head, she followed him, heeled, into the playroom.
"On the bed," he commanded curtly, controlling himself so much that it caused him pain.
Elegant as a big cat, she lifted one leg at a time, one hand at a time, and deftly mounted the black lacquer sheet of the large bed.
With two skillful movements, he freed her from the breast clamps. “Stretch your butt towards me, my horny little animal”, came the next instruction.
Almost burying her head in the vinyl sheeting, she stretched her bottom as high as she could in the air.
"Good girl," Ben praised.
"Oh thank you, Master," his wife said in great rapture, "thank you. It is so beautiful. You are doing so great. It's so wonderful."
With his hand he stroked her buttocks and lightly slapped the still reddened skin, "well, that's nice when we both enjoy it so much. Isn't it?"
"Oh yes. Yes,” she breathed in loving enthusiasm.
With the words, "then let's see how you like it," he fastened the two, still buzzing, clamps on the left and right of the large labia.
This time a jubilant sigh reached his ears, which also made him groan. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh please! Yes!” she begged, and started circling her buttocks.
"Really?" Katy heard his soft, deep voice.
“Please!” she affirmed, “please, Master, I want to feel you. Penetrate me! Please! Please… **** me!”
“Oooh,” Ben's mouth said, his grin widening. He knew when she couldn't take it anymore she would say no, she would practically yell " **** me" - so she was about to climax.
Kneeling behind her, he positioned himself, holding both her buttocks, he penetrated her very slowly but as deeply as he could.
She paid homage to his actions with a deep groan and a sharp scream of pleasure.
He had to control himself not to stab wildly.
Instead, he pulled his throbbing, hard cock back very slowly, then...faster in...slow out...fast in...fast out.
Katy started panting.
Ben took off one of the clamps to press it against her clit with his right hand.
She yelped in the highest degree of delight.
His cock slid into her all the way, a quick feel with both hands and he had the clamp placed right on her pearl of pleasure.
"I'm coming, oh lord, master, I'm coming!" she began to wail.
"Then come!" he commanded in a dark, hoarse voice, "NOW!"
She screamed and shrieked, digging her hands into the vinyl sheet, bobbing her head back and forth. Her body trembled, her abdomen heaved, and he felt her vaginal muscles squeeze. She clutched his penis with it as if she never wanted to let go of him again.
Now Ben had to force himself not to ******** into her – he didn't want that today. He pushed his cock in hard, pulling it out to ram it back into her. Telling himself over and over you're not coming, you're not coming.
Noticing that her body was beginning to relax, he threw away the "clit clip" and gave her the last command for the evening, "Come on my pretty, turn around. I want to ******** in your face ."
As if stung by a tarantula, she spun around her own axis, took his love thorn in her hands and held out her face.
Shortly before Ben jerked off , he had to realize once again that she masturbated almost better than he did.
"Oh please, please," Katy begged and looked at him pleadingly, "cum in my face , Master. I want to feel your hot *****
.” She had barely formed those words before it *****d out of him. Moaning deeply and groaning, he could see his penis twitch and in two...three...four...five shots his white, heated juice sprinkled her lips, eyes, nose and forehead.
Both took off their masks.
Ben took a deep breath, holding his wife's sweaty face in both hands. He kissed her passionately. Then he hugged her: "I love you, Katy. God, I love you so much."
As if a safety valve had opened her floodgates, tears trickled from her eyes and down her cheeks, "and I love you, Ben. I love you more than my life.”
They both laughed at each other and walked arm in arm into the bathroom to take a shower together.
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