The Complete Carnal Captive of His Wife ( F/F )

[LunaDog]

THE COMPLETE CARNAL CAPTIVE OF HIS WIFE

“Wow! Now THAT is what I call kinky! Yeah, I’m well up for that!” I paused for a moment, Oh sod it, in a for a penny, in for a pound! So, I hit the ‘send’ button! There the message had gone, couldn’t turn back now. A few minutes later I received yet another text in reply, to this, what had actually been a reply itself. “See you Saturday then! About one o’clock!” Thankfully I knew that my new boyfriend meant in the afternoon, not during the middle of the night! But for what he was offering, I would have willingly turned up at that other time!

I’d first met Alan a few weeks earlier, when he’d come into the shop where I worked, and I was able to help him to a large degree, earning myself a large smile in return. And then on the very next day, he came in again and asked if I’d be happy to join him for a drink. He’s a good-looking guy, sexy even, and I told myself, why not? One date became two and after that second drink together, it was back to my flat, where almost inevitably we ended up in my bed, as, to my delight he proved himself to be very sexually skilled. A good time was had by all, so it was! But my ultimate sexual fantasy didn’t occur on that particular coupling, I’ve always dreamed of being securely tied, or cuffed, to a bed by a male sexual partner, where they would proceed to shag me utterly senseless, again and again, until I have to beg him for mercy and for him to stop. I’d carried this dream within my head for quite a few years by now, never really believing that it would ever come to pass.

And despite the short time that I’d known this man, I began to feel that I could trust him, and that he’d not only respond to such a request, but, although giving me a very torrid time in his hands and power, also be very mindful of my welfare and safety at the same time, exposing me to no real danger at all, but simply giving me an unforgettable ‘sexperience.’

Therefore, I couldn’t believe my luck when he sent me a text on the next day, asking me if I had any sexual desires or fantasies. And I’d replied, letting him know of my dream. He then counter-replied simply saying, “I’m sure I can help there! I’ll let you know!”

And he didn’t let me down, oh no sir! His suggestion was exactly what I’d wished for! Before he sent his text, he’d sent me a snap photo, of a large luxury bed, covered in red satin, with each of the four solid corner bed posts sporting a pair of red leather cuff sets. One cuff of each set wrapped around its respective bed post, and at the other end of the short chain linking each of the two pairs, said cuff was, using his words, ‘open and ready to receive my wrists and ankles.’ In the centre of the bed were some more items, also in red. By the way, he did explain his obsession with that particular hue, it was all to do with him being a big football fan, and his favourite team, Liverpool, who apparently play the game wearing said colour, but come on, what did I care for that? These items would have made my pussy wet, whatever shade they were in, a satin suspender belt, VERY sheer nylon stockings to match, a satin blindfold, and a very effective looking ball gag. Basically, his following texts informed me that if I reported to his home on Saturday afternoon, I’d end up chained to this bed, with all the gear being shown fitted to my form! Was I up for it? You’ve already seen my reply!

Wet? You could have floated the Titanic within my pussy at that moment in time!

Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough and believe me the two days of work before said day finally arrived seemed like two full years! But eventually, ‘D Day,’ arrived!
Within all of the excitement he had remembered to supply me with his address, and not wanting to appear too keen, I waited until just a few minutes before the allotted time before opening his front garden gate, lovely, detached house he’s got here, I thought, as I proceeded down the path towards the front door. Which opened, as if by magic!

When I entered, there was no sign of Alan, but there was a chair present, with a large letter upon it, with my name, Sophia, written at the top. It was a note, the contents of which just seemed so exciting and quite masterful.

Sweetheart.

Don’t look for me now, I am in the house, but I’m hiding from you. Now I believe things will be more fun, and intriguing if you do the following my love. Please go upstairs, and before entering my bedroom, please go to the bathroom first, I’ve left the doors to both rooms open so you should be able to locate them. We don’t want any toilet breaks disturbing things, now do we, so please try to empty your body as much as you can first. Strip yourself utterly naked, leaving your clothes in said room, and have a quick wash, if you wish to. Flannel and towel are left out for you. Then go to our ‘room of pleasure’ put on the suspender belt and stockings, and also the gag and blindfold although it’s probably best not to cover your eyes at first. Now, starting at the foot end, fit the cuffs of the sets fitted to the lower frame bed posts, around your ankles. Feel free to utilise the little padlocks provided to lock the buckles totally shut once you’ve closed them! Now, when you enter the room, you’ll notice that one of the cuff sets isn’t around the bed post yet. Believe me, Sweetheart there’s a good reason for that, one that will become clear later. Fasten one of the cuffs of that set around your left wrist, and padlock said buckle shut. But here’s the point you will be able to use that hand to help you wrap your other wrist, your right, with the cuff of the set that is fastened to the opposite bed post. Padlock that buckle shut then. Three out of four, at his stage. Now blind yourself, stretch out the arm, with the cuff fitted but not yet attached to the bed, and call out to me. Now I will enter the room myself, and complete your capture, and then the raw sex between us can begin!

Love you.

Alan

All of this made total sense to me, so off up the stairs I went, carrying out these ‘orders’ to the letter. Thinking to myself, good lord that all seems a bit to organised to have come from a normal male, it almost seems to have come from a female hand and mind. Perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to just what my ‘inner voice’ was telling me, but no, I’d soon followed these instructions, and was now effectively captured, even with one arm free, I could no longer escape from what I thought was Alan’s bed. When I now called out to him, as directed.

I couldn’t see him, of course, but I felt him enter the room, proceed straight to that fourth bed post, and with seconds my complete imprisonment to this bed was confirmed, he’d fastened that open cuff to the bedpost. So now I was completely chained to the bed, I was totally held by it and would remain so until he only said so. Because not only did I now belong to the bed, I also belonged to him! Guess just how wet my pussy was at this moment?

But, within seconds I would discover that I’d only got that summary of my present position half right. Oh, yes, I was utterly secured to the bed alright, there was NO escape available to me. But, as the thought entered my head, that the body that climbed aboard it, and knelt down between my legs, felt like that of a woman and not a man, then a clearly female voice echoed around the room. “Welcome to my bed, Sophia, delighted to meet you at last. And make NO mistake, you look absolutely delicious, really sexy! Ready for me to devour!”

WHAT THE FUCK? Gagged I couldn’t ask the question that dominated my senses, who was she and what the hell was going on, but this woman had clearly guessed what was on my mind, I mean, come on, wasn’t it obvious? As I couldn’t speak, so she continued. “You know, they say, that every day we humans learn something new. Well, I’m not so sure about that, but today it is clear that you have found out two new facts. Firstly that, the person I guess that you believed to be your boyfriend, Mr Alan Winterfield, is in fact married. And that, just as I planned, hoped for and engineered, a plan that you fell for ‘hook, line and sinker,’ you now find yourself,” pausing during which I felt the tip of the ‘strap-on’ that she clearly had fitted over her own pussy brush against my equivalent,

“THE COMPLETE CARNAL CAPTIVE OF HIS WIFE!”

[Caesar73]

Hot and spicy that tale of yours is @LunaDog !!

[LunaDog]

Hot and spicy as much as a vinderloo curry, my friend?

[Sheriff]

Loving this and very excited for the next installment!

[LunaDog]

Loving this and very excited for the next installment!

Thank you so much, and yes, there's more to follow.

[LunaDog]

“Before I shag you though, and don’t worry your little head about that, why else do you think I’ve gone to all of this trouble, I’m actually going to grant you’re the common courtesy of an explanation as to just why you find yourself in the situation you are now. Firstly, I’ve no doubt that if you weren’t gagged, you’d be screaming at me that Alan had, quite deliberately on his part, not bothered to inform you of his legal marital status. And do you know what? I’d believe you, I’ve no doubt whatsoever that the lying scumbag did, indeed, tell you that he was single, and you’re not the first to fall for his lies by any stretch of the imagination. So, no I don’t blame you for his infidelities, and I know it’s not your fault that he fooled you into striking up a relationship with him. I really am convinced of that. Thing is, you’re not here now because of any of his aims, but because of what I want from you!”

She started to rub her hands over my legs, covered in the sheer nylon of the stockings that she’d provided for me, and please believe me here, some of my fear actually began to fade, at the sensuous touch of her mitts. As she resumed speaking. “Now, one of the habits about my husband is his carefree and casual leaving of his mobile ’phone about. Probably because he, totally incorrectly, is of the opinion that it’s utterly inaccessible to me, as I don’t know his pass code. Thing is, I do, he was opening it some time ago, with him being unaware of my presence just behind him, and by sheer fluke I’ll willingly admit that, I had my own ’phone in video mode. So, I filmed him entering the code, tried it later when he was in the shower, and BINGO! Access, that’s why I know he’s had a string of affairs, and also how I’m aware of your own moniker, Sophia. Therefore, I became aware of your desire for a bit of bondage, something none of his other ‘conquests’ had expressed any interest in trying. That is why I selected you, out of all of them, and why you are precisely where you are now.”

She paused, continuing her ‘examination’ of my nylon coated legs for a while. “You see, that set of text messages that has actually set up this rendezvous was written and sent by me, including that photograph. Yes, I was using his ’phone, but everything came from me and not him, So, where is he then, I’ve no doubt that you’re asking yourself, um?”

She now tickled my pussy with the end of her silicon strap-on, which had a generous dollop of lube placed upon it. “Now some of what I told you there, within that text, was true, and some of it was not. He is a massive football fan, true, but his team is Chelsea and not Liverpool. And if you know your football,” I didn’t, “then you’ll know that they play in blue, not red, for that’s MY ‘colour of sex!’ He’s gone off with a few of his mates to watch his beloved Chelsea, but it’s an away match, at of all places, Liverpool! As it’s the evening T.V. kick-off, they’re all staying overnight in Merseyside, with my full agreement naturally, I even paid for his hotel room, so that means I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of this day, and night! Bet you’re looking forward to that?” Well, bloody fantastic, not only was I now the helpless prisoner of this woman, but I’m clearly going to be her sex slave for quite a period of time, it appeared. Effing marvellous!

“Now Sophia, I appreciate that what’s happened here must have come as quite a shock, but before I start upon you, I want you to know something. Like I said earlier, I fully accept that it’s NOT you who has betrayed me, and while, yes, I’ve dreamed of just what I have here, for quite some time, a fellow sexy woman, trapped and completely held in my hands, I have absolutely NO intention whatsoever in doing you any harm. I promise you that I will be paying full attention, to your safety and welfare.” Well, that’s something I suppose, remember those words were on MY wish list for any potential captor. And strangely I did have an instinct that my female captor meant every word that she was saying, I was, believe it or not, beginning to start to feel that I could trust her. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all? I had been slightly reassured, and whilst possibly my sense of annoyance at having been duped was still at an incredibly high level, at least my sense of pure fear was rapidly subsiding. She had managed to convince me now, that this was all about fulfilling some desire of her own, as opposed to pure revenge for shagging her husband behind her back.

A feeling of reassurance that was considerable advanced as my Mistress, sorry at this stage of proceedings I didn’t know her first name, gently inserted her strap-on into my, rapidly becoming wet again, pussy. And she, as said earlier taken the precaution of smearing some lubricant upon it, just in case. Taking things very slowly, she moved it further inwards, until my organ had completely absorbed its entire length. Boy, it felt good there, not surprising really, yes of course it was artificial, but it was the shape and size, even if an above averaged example, of a male’s sexual organ. Although, made of silicon and not flesh!

She held it there for about a minute, letting me become accustomed to its presence no doubt, before Mistress, again very slowly and gently withdrew it, only to re-insert it, slightly faster this time. Thus, her cycles began, gradually accelerating all of the time, until she was really pounding me into the satin surface of her bed. WOW!

Because the speed of her actions was beginning to have an effect upon me, a positive and thoroughly enjoyable one. I was rapidly becoming very switched on, the excitement levels ‘down there,’ and in my mind were shooting exponentially upwards! And then IT happened! My climax hit me with the subtlety of a bulldozer, an immense wave of sheer ecstasy completely overwhelming my whole body and senses, taking over so completely that for some moments I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel any other sensation, and only the fact that I was effectively gagged prevented me from screaming the ceiling down. Mind you, if I couldn’t emit any oral sound at all, or at a very low volume and intensity, my partner had no such inhibition, as the sheer strength of her cries of ecstasy more than made up for the low level of my own. Turns out, her strap-on had a little attachment rubbing on her pussy. Which performed its own intended role to perfection!

And, of course, another difference between a male cock and that of my captor became evident now. For the former would now have gone completely limp, as said male’s seed had been pumped out. But not Mistress’s strap-on, that stayed rigid and ready for action. Something that she took full advantage of, for no sooner had my first climax passed, then Mistress induced another by continuing to shag me utterly mercilessly! Obtaining one for herself, followed by yet another, before she finally relented, with both of us having been kept ‘high’ for several minutes.

As the pair of us almost struggled for breath, she now did something that I really appreciated, for she undid and then removed my gag. Not that my mouth was allowed any rest at all, literally as soon as the ball left them, her lips were upon them instead, as she basically ‘attacked’ my own lips with her own! Kissing them with a level of passion, desire and promise that suggested that this session was far from over! Which by now I didn’t want it to be, my captor really had my full attentions now, and I was beginning to want her to continue. And for quite some time!

Well, she didn’t dis-appoint. For well over an hour, she kept me there, shagging me utterly senseless, again and again, until, with the sweat pouring off of both our bodies, we were utterly spent, and she called a halt to proceedings. But wow, hadn’t I simply enjoyed myself during this time as she’d helped herself to total sexual gratification at my expense? As if I hadn’t been utterly pleasured myself, of course?

[Bandit666]

Great continuation almost glad I missed it when first posted as I didn’t have to wait for more. Though now I feel that’s just what I want

[LunaDog]

Great continuation almost glad I missed it when first posted as I didn’t have to wait for more. Though now I feel that’s just what I want

Good. Because very soon, i promise, that's just what you going to get! And thank you.

[LunaDog]

Now Mistress did release my bonds, one by one, moving the respective limb about, exercising it to offset the appearance of cramp, before placing it back into secure bondage. She also subjected me to a sort of nurse’s ‘bed bath,’ before stating. “Now, Sophia, I suggest that you try and get some sleep. For you’re going to need it. I’m going to take a nap myself, after which I’ll be back, to simply ravish you some more. Yes, sweetheart, I’m FAR from finished with you just yet!” With that she left the room, shutting the door, then I heard her lock it, as if that was necessary? I guess that she was simply reminding me that I was still her helpless carnal captive!

With my body still shattered after what she’d put me through, exciting and enjoyable though it was, I managed to achieve just what had been suggested and drifted off. Quite deeply and for what I guess was a considerable period of time. Which ended as I could feel Mistress rubbing her hands over my nylon coated legs, getting the impression that she was now refreshed and ready to expose me to her awesome sexuality once more.

An impression that was totally correct, once she’d gone through that, release, move and rebind all of my limbs once more. And then, once more she set about me, with the utmost vigour and strength, as she shagged me into oblivion repeatedly! And by now with me beginning to enjoy
EVERY second of it, I was rapidly falling under her spell by now, wishing that I could see the delicious woman who was taking me to places I’d never even imagined before, let alone been visited! But know, during the period where she kept me in constant sexual heaven, the blindfold remained firmly in place. Denying me any glance of this gorgeous tormentor. What colour was her hair, for example? Sure, by feel I did gain some knowledge of her for, I knew by now that she was slim, tall and athletically built, clearly in great shape with a fully toned and looked after body. And if I didn’t know its colour, I could determine that she possessed a full head of fine and cared for hair. But I longed to see her, this woman who had captured me, but was making me SO glad that she had done precisely that! But no, my eyes remained covered and out of use to me during the whole of this fantastic time as her captive.

Eventually, her strength began to fail again, and I was slightly thankful as I was flagging myself to quite a large degree. Time to stop once more. But WOW! What a time?

Now I was finally released from the bed, but not from her bondage, as once she’d released undone both of the leather cuffs that held my wrists, she locked them together with a pair of steel handcuffs, tying the chain between the bracelets to my suspender belt, meaning I was still helpless in her hands. Wherein she loosened my ankles, meaning I was finally clear from her bed.

Down to her kitchen we went, where I was both fed and watered, although I obviously couldn’t do so myself, with both of my hands held in bondage still. Which, in a way, was so exciting, really turning me on. Then, after she’d made me go to the toilet, and washed me again, it was back to her bed. Finding myself back bound to it, just as I was before, when she’d left me for the night, locking the door to the room again. This day was clearly finished.

Once more sleep overcame me, and yet again it was terminated by her ‘playing’ with my bound form. So, she could, and to my absolute delight, completely dominate and torment me again. Once more subjecting me to her awesome power, giving us both an unforgettable time together.

But unfortunately, it had to end, and not just because we’d both taken our endurance to the limit now. No, a train, carrying a certain somebody had most certainly left Liverpool by now, I had to go and soon. I was released from the bed once more and dressed back into my clothes, although with careful use of her steel cuffs, Mistress had achieved this with me still blindfolded during the whole of this process.

So, it was time to leave. Fully dressed by now, I was guided to the front door, and through it. Wherein, finally the cuffs and blindfold were removed from my form. But if I thought that I’d finally get to see my captor, then there were three factors preventing that occurring. Firstly, I’d been blindfolded for so long, my eyes needed some time to readjust to the light. Time which enabled her to re-enter her house and shut the door. And even if I had set eyes upon her, it wouldn’t have done me any good, as she’d covered both her body and her face very effectively!

So, as I travelled home, absolutely exhausted and also completely elated, it occurred to me that I still had no idea of her name, well her given name, I knew that she was Mrs Winterfield; but just what did she look like, apart from the factors I’d mentioned before? I didn’t know! Making this whole situation so much more intriguing.

When I eventually reached home there was a task that I needed to perform. But I needed to time it completely right. You see I wanted to text the man that I had believed was my boyfriend. But not when he was on his own, I needed him to reach home, and then hopefully leave his ’phone unattended, whilst he showered, for example.

When I judged the moment to be correct, I sent my message. ‘Scumbag, I never want to see you ever again. You forgot to inform me that you are in fact, married! How do I know? Well, let’s put it THIS way, I’ve just spent nearly all day as the complete carnal captive of your WIFE!’

I stopped for a moment. Then I added,

‘AND I BLOODY WELL ENJOYED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!’

[Bandit666]

Nice hope the wife does read that and make suitable arrangements for yet more domination and of course strict bondage

[LunaDog]

Nice hope the wife does read that and make suitable arrangements for yet more domination and of course strict bondage

Are you a mind reader, my friend? Let's put it this way, this isn't finished yet!

[Bandit666]

@LunaDog I might well be just that or maybe just someone that’s enjoying this tale while working on new projects of his own

[LunaDog]

Whatever, your comments are much appreciated and ALWAYS welcome!

[LunaDog]

Ladies and Gentlemen, the world is better! Not only am I recovering from my recent medical problems, although progress is slow, but this morning the long winter is over at last. For i am just about to watch the first Moto GP of the new season, from Thailand. After a good World Superbike meeting from last weekend at the superb Phillip Island circuit in Australia. And the 4 wheel men haven't been idle, being presently off work means i've been able to watch most of their pre-season testing in Bahrain, their first race, also in Australia, is in a couple of weekends time. MOTOR RACING IS BACK! Just as well with the miserable way the Foxes have been playing.





Like I say, this wasn’t for HIS benefit, but for somebody else. And a few days later I discovered that my efforts had been successful. For, a message came through on an unknown number, it was her own ’phone of course, not his now, but never mind that, said message was exactly what I wanted to read!

‘Hi, Sophia, Daniella Winterfield here. So, you enjoyed yourself in my hands, did you? How about a repeat then, I suggest I come to your place this time? Don’t worry I’ll bring all the gear from the other day with me. Up for it?’

There was only one possible reply to this question.

‘YES PLEASE!’

As my pussy began to become wet almost uncontrollably, I forwarded my address details to my new girlfriend, wondering if after divorcing a man, a fellow female could marry a woman!

GAME ON!

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog this is exciting to read. Very nicely done!