A Week of Selfbondage

Well I actually got the opportunity to do more selfbondage myself last Saturday, and everything went smoothly. I put on my new fishnet catsuit, attached electrodes to my buttocks, and inserted an 8-inch torpedo dildo. Then I secured it around my horse-like frame and locked my ankles behind me against the structure. After that, I fastened a cuff on one thigh to the front of the horse and pulled up my leather hood. Next came clipping nipple clamps onto them and securing those to an eye ring mounted in the wall. Lastly, I grabbed another lock and secured my hands behind my back to a chain connected to my collar. I stayed like that until my wife returned four hours later. Before she arrived, though, I managed to ride myself into an anal orgasm. When she came home, she didn’t make a sound; instead, she added weight to my already dull and sore nipples until the clamps popped off. She was gracious enough to unlock my ankles and thighs from the bench. Eventually, I pulled out of the dildo that had helped me cum and stretched my backside. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. They walked me over to our bed where I leaned over the footboard while still cuffed and hooded by her. Then she spread and locked my legs to side anchors. As I struggled, TENS units shocked my rear hard. She whipped my bottom too, leaving welts across both cheeks. Afterward, it seemed like everything stopped—at least that’s what I thought—until muffled rustling signaled something new: a ribbed object touched my sphincter. Oh god! My wife had bought herself a strapon! With force, she pushed it inside, making me scream into the hood and mattress cover as her pumping intensified until my cock hurt from being so hard. Right when I climaxed again, warmth spread through me—my wife ejaculated deep in my ass alongside my own release. Now I knew exactly what it felt like to be a bitch! The ultimate humiliation came next: she unlocked my legs at the bed, pushed me down to my knees, locked ankles together with wrists, and ordered me to lick her cock clean or else deny my freedom altogether. Honestly, glad I did an enema earlier that day.