Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the first week, my theme is kinky stories. Come back for Week 2 (Romantic), Week 3 (Anything Goes), or Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy A is for Anniversary.
It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays, I always went out with my friends. But this particular Tuesday was our wedding anniversary. Eight years. Wow. Time flies. I planned to come home early on our anniversary so we could spend some time together. Specifically, so we could have some hot kinky sex. There’s never enough hot kinky sex.
But every marriage has its downfalls, right? Ours was time and stress. Things outside our marriage were so stressful and time-consuming that hot kinky sex got put on the back burner for a while. But tonight I had a plan to fix that. I bought a lovely anniversary card for him. One of the good sappy ones that bring a tear to your eye when you read it. And inside the card, I placed some index cards.
What are the index cards for, you ask?
Each one had a different kinky act on it. The idea was that I would be ready for my husband down in our basement bedroom after he opened the card. On the envelope, I wrote, “Open at 10:30.” I glanced at the clock in the bedroom. I had 5 minutes.
I had spent the whole evening planning out our night in my head, and my thong was dripping with my arousal. I got out some items that I hoped he would use with me. I laid them out carefully on the bed. Then I pulled my panties down and shoved them in my mouth. I knew that I would likely be screaming by the end of the caning I was guaranteed to get, and I needed to muffle my screams. I wanted to take away as many senses as I could, so I put earplugs in that were attached to my phone. The music made it so that I couldn’t hear anything happening in the room. I put a spreader bar on my ankles and then strapped my wrists into handcuffs. It took some maneuvering to get the cuffs on, but I was successful. Practice makes perfect! Last, but not least, I managed to get the blindfold down over my eyes with my bound hands.
Then I laid the upper half of my naked body down on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. And I waited. And waited.
With the blindfold on, I had no idea if he came down precisely at the time I had asked him to, but it didn’t matter. I would have waited for him forever.
I could hear the door open though, and then his footsteps on the stairs. I assumed he had pulled the numbered cards out of the envelope and was now coming down to see if I had done all that I said I would. (I had, of course.)
He took his sweet time getting ready, making the anticipation that much worse for me. And then it happened. The first swat came with a bite because the paddle I had pulled out had little rubber nubs to make more of an impact. The first card asked him to paddle me 100 times. I counted as he beat my ass, first left, then right, then left again, and so on. He struck me 100 times. I felt his warm hand on my ass that must be pink and was definitely tender. He pulled me up by my right shoulder, and I was standing next to him.
The second card asked him to put the nipple clamps on so that the chain between the clamps wrapped around the chain on my handcuffs. If I weren’t careful, I would pull on the nipple clamps, which would make them tighter. He turned me to face him and pinched my nipples a couple of times until they were standing at attention. Then he put the clamps on. I had worn them many times, but it was intense with no sight and no sound. He turned me back to the bed and gave my shoulder a gentle push. As I reached my hands out to catch myself, the pull on my nipples was insane. I cried out against the panties in my mouth.
Once I had settled myself on the bed, awkwardly positioning my hands so that the pull was as limited as possible, I felt the air from the cane right before it hit me. He started light. I tried to count, but I lost track. The third card asked him to cane me for five minutes. I had no concept of time as he whacked the cane against my ass over and over again. He worked on the left side for a while, then the right. He would stick with a steady rhythm and then there would be a couple of really hard hits. I knew the hardest ones would leave welts. My nipples and my ass would be sore the next day, which was my intention.
When he was done, he pulled me upright by my shoulder. I wasn’t fast enough, and my wrists pulled away from my body, pulling the nipple clamps. I moaned. He turned me around, and pulled my hands away from my body, forcing the nipple clamps to pinch as tight as possible. I cried out, but he didn’t stop. When he finally let go, my arms flew to my chest, although the pain in my nipples didn’t subside.
He turned me again and pushed me so that I lay back on the bed. The fourth card asked to be allowed to cum with a vibrator. I had put the Hitachi wand out and plugged it in, so I hoped he would use that. He did. I felt the vibrations go right through me. It was so intense, and I was so turned on that I knew it wasn’t going to take long. The card had also asked if I could take the clamps off as I orgasmed. I asked him to smack my thigh three times, right for yes, left for no. He hit my right thigh, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
As my orgasm overtook me, I twisted my wrists around so I could take the clamps off. The rush of blood when I took them off was painful, but the pain spurred on my orgasm. I panted and moaned and screamed, but it was all muffled through the thong in my mouth.
We were down to one last card. I felt him free my ankles and then he removed my handcuffs. The blindfold and earplugs came next. Finally, he pulled the panties out and tossed them aside. His hand closed around my throat, and he pressed just enough to make it thrilling for me. I could still breathe easily, though it came out like a rasp. His hard cock entered my dripping pussy, and I spasmed at the intrusion. I moaned softly as his cock filled me. He began fucking me hard, his hand still wrapped around my throat. I felt another orgasm approaching. As my pussy clenched around him, I felt his cock spasm as we came together.
We collapsed together, panting, wet, and, in my case, sore. “Happy Anniversary,” I whispered.
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