Hubby Has His Honey (M/F)

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This humorous story brings insight to one of the most interesting characters I've ever created.

Hubby Has His Honey
Monday, October 30, 2023

OK, so there's this rumor that I conceived a child in bondage one night, delightfully kidnapped by my sweet husband Ross. I have to admit it's true, and this is that story told my way with my usual wit, snark, and deadpan delivery. For love, I can humor his enjoyment of me being taken captive every so often while we engage in that beautiful act of affirming our love and making a baby because we love nothing more than making babies! Curiosity killed the cat.

Oh, Ross… He's dreamy! I love when he has a scruffy beard I can rub with my hands or when his hair is really short. When he's clean-shaven, he's more handsome, but scruffy Ross reminds me of when we were dating and going to car shows and such all around Minneapolis, especially back when my now-retired friends still owned their bondage studio. He's tall and blessed with a gorgeous head of curly brown locks and the best brown eyes you've ever seen. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that he's also an amazing, loving, and patient father.

When you're married, it's the little things that really go a long way. Now, Ross and I don't have a rope collection or handcuffs or anything of our own. If we borrowed any from my friends, there would be a seismological event felt around the Midwest as all my friends and my cousin chatted about this development. They don't understand me like they think they do, but they're right with a few things. I like bondage; I hate bondage. Ross likes bondage, and I show my love for him in this small way of permitting him to bind and gag me. See? That's not so bad!

For sure, you're thinking, "Kendra, how do you both love and hate bondage?" I hate being bound without other things happening, really. Buttttttt, I love the helplessness and the intellectual battle of the wits between the submissive and the dominant. I get the rush from being physically taken and forced into submission or forcing a friend into submission, but I hate when I'm just there like a bump on a log. That's why I can engage in so-called TUGs with loved ones. When there's love like I have for them, I can forego my distaste for these things and revel in the dynamics and most of all the torture. If there are no mental or physical stimuli, what's the freaking point?

Sh-t, did I just sound like a hypocrite, or did that all actually make sense to you? Anyway…

Because I love Ross, I sometimes let him come after me with some zipties or whatever species of tape he wants to use on me. Ross loves me, so he always makes sure he stuffs my mouth with a scrumptious little something before taping it shut. Because I love Ross, I know the best way to pop his eyes out of his skull is to wear a flowy brown knee skirt, pink crew socks, red pumps, and a red tank top. Of course, I have a pink bandana headband because I want to keep my hair out of my face and love that tough girl vibe it gives me. Oh, hell, let's break it all down.

I think the skirt is obvious because it's simple, innocent, and playful, just like me. Choosing red pumps is such a classic choice. High enough to be sexy and feminine yet low enough to remain functional and practical. I get just enough calf accentuation to arouse his interest and make him crave more. With the tank top, I give him something to remove, and my tits are peaking through the fabric because there's nothing underneath it, just for him, although the kids think it's to breast feed the youngest. By putting my blonde-brown hair in a braid, I have it practical and out of the way, but it's ready to grab anytime he wishes to do so. Do you feel the libido shifting?

First things first, putting the three rugrats we already have to bed. The oldest was only 5 then!

"Hi, baby," I walked up to Ross and rubbed his scruff and kissed his cheek, "How are you?"
"Hmmm, Kendra," he wiggled his eyebrows, "Are you in a mood?"
"It's just me and you, Ross," I said since we were alone, "Just the two of us," and let a strap fall.

I turned, swished the skirt, and threw my braid back behind me while practically gliding away in my red pumps. Yes, I knew I had him: hook, line, and sinker. With this careful choice, each and every part of my outfit was weaponized either to titillate his senses or to satisfy my desires. One moment, I was striding into the bedroom, and the next moment, I was swooped into the powerful grip of the man who was like putty in my paws, held in strong, brawny, hairy arms and gagged.

While I squirmed in a one-armed grip, Ross removed that tank top and squeezed my breasts with his free hand. Maybe I squealed; maybe I didn't. Maybe I was the captive, but I still firmly held the role of seductress. Nothing like a little strap slip to initiate a private bedroom scene. Really, I could stay like this and enjoy the moment and not mind if he didn't escalate, but of course Ross was here for the bondage as well as the domination.

Sure, I'm tough, but did Ross really have to purchase 1 and 2 inch rolls of blue electrical tape for this occasion? He removed my pumps and my socks and held the socks up to my face, filling my nose with the invigorating smell of arousing toe cheese that titillated my nostrils like I'd titillated his eyes. Remember that scrumptious little something I mentioned. Mmmmmm. Nothing grabs this foot fetishist's attention in bondage like being gagged with sweaty, well-worn, cheesy socks. He wrapped my face four times with that 2 inch tape while I melted in his grip.

Ross gently rubbed my feet while I enjoyed the taste of socks that spent 15 hours on my feet on a busy day as a housewife. Oh, how I love my husband, and he loves me back in these small ways like the foot rub before putting the pumps back on my feet so that I kept that pop of red. Perhaps I was gagged, but I still had a voice and a personality. His free hand went under my skirt for just a brief moment, going where only he is permitted to explore without signing a consent form first.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," well, that's a stronger reaction from me than I expected. Thanks, honey.

Our bedroom is simple. On one wall, there's our full-sized bed with nightstands on either side of it. The opposite wall has a dresser and his-and-her armoires on either side of it. Unlike most of the people you meet, we don't have a television in here. To the right of that furniture is the door to the bedroom, which is shut and locked with good cause; to the left is the bathroom. Since we were in the dark, the colors don't really matter, and the darkness added a kinky sinister aura.

I firmly became Ross's toy when he began wrapping the 1 inch tape around my wrists, wrapping it until I was snug as a bug in a rug. He continued up my wrists and arms until he was at a good height to then wrap it around my waist. With each wrap, my arms became more firmly secured to my trunk, securing me in his choice of prison. I breathed deeply and slowly, controlling each of my emotions and keeping my increasing arousal in check.

Of course there are reasons why we lock the door during these moments. We obviously did not want a child walking into the room and seeing me like this. When you have small children, you never know the hour or moment one of them will need your full attention. Locking the door is a small insurance policy that allows Ross to exit discretely and attend to them without us having to end the game. Of course, this is only worth mentioning now because…

"Mommy! Daddy! There's a monster under my bed," our three year-old son called out to us.
"Well, which one of us is gonna go take care of him?" Ross asked me sarcastically.
"Grrrrrrr!" I muttered softly so that Michael didn't hear us and defiantly rolled my eyes.
"I guees I'll take care of him," Ross stopped taping me, "Don't go anywhere, my sweet."
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I snarled to remind him of my position.

Of course I was going to ignore that kind of command.

The bathroom was the best place to go. Shut the door and lock it and sit on the toilet. Wait for a knock on the door. You know how it goes at this point. I was sitting there in the bathroom with the lights on just for a little extra proverbial kick in Ross's balls. In fact, I playfully clacked my pumps on the floor while sitting there topless, and after a couple of minutes…

"Kendra, open up," Ross kindly grumbled through the locked door.
"Nmmm mmmm," I shook my head, admiring myself in the mirror and enjoying the gag.
"Awww, c'mon, honey. Rossie and Kenny are gonna make a baby, aren't they?"
"Go h-ck -ourthelh!" my sharp response fired at him, "-ou hihnaphhed ee!"
"Oh, all right, hot stuff, sooooooo… you wanna play rough," his voice fell to a menacing growl.
"-eave ee a-one!" I kept firing, and I stomped a pump on the hard tile with a loud noise.
"Ready or not, here I come," he unlocked the door with the key and let himself in here.

Surrrrrreeeee, Ross, thought he could just waltz into the bathroom and sling me across his broad, strong, sexy, suave, muscular… Ohhhhhhh, Ross, I love when you do that. You're strong and big and handsome and… Hey! How dare he spank me! Oh, boy, hubby has his honey now, and this tough girl's pink bandana wasn't enough of a warning shot to drive him away. Nope, it just made the lump in his shorts even larger, because he loves nothing more than Tough Girl Kendra.

The difficulty in this freaking is that it lets you stretch a little but only to clamp down again. The energy wasted on electrical tape is higher than packing, Gorilla, or duct tapes even though those are stronger. That's why Ross took brutal 2 inch tape and wrapped it from just below my elbows to just above and then wrapped it above and below my tits. It actually felt amazing when he did a quick test with fondling said tits. OK, it's roleplay fondling and marital joy.

Damn, my arms were practically fused into my spinal cord.

"GMMMMMMM!" I snarled while Ross wrapped that 2 inch tape around my ankles. When he was done with my ankles, that same roll wrapped my legs above my knees, encasing me in that strong sticky material. All the while, I was also in foot fetish paradise with my socks stuffed in my mouth to bestow my tongue with toe cheese while my heels squeaked when I rubbed them together. Ross is so sweet that he used 1-inch tape to bind my feet together at the arches so that I couldn't ditch my heels. One last strip of that same tape caressed my legs below my knees. Last of all, the conniving kidnapper stole my skirt, leaving me with my pumps, panties, and bandana!

Now, at this point, we had our choices. How far do we want to go into this roleplay? I'm already pretending that I'm kidnapped, but when it comes to actual sex there are considerations. First off is how dark you want it to be: keep acting like it's a kidnapping or let it resolve to romance. That choice is the kind I make by how I act, and he then must choose to follow along or not. Ross has a kind heart that loves to please me by just following along. Ha! The captive of my seduction!

This is going to be a lot of glue to remove afterwards. Ross, make sure we have rubbing alcohol!

When Ross stripped, I decided to lean into the role of kidnapped housewife: "GMMMMMMM!" I had our safe signals (different counts of finger snaps mean different things) to protect me while I was free to verbalize as I pleased. "-hy -ou thick -otherh-cker!" I snarled and snapped when he pulled my panties down while I remained on my back on the bed, writhing to make his eyes pop. My heart races with excitement though, and my heart races just recalling that night because that's still our hottest, smoothest, and best acted bedroom home invasion baby-making attempt. Part of why it's so arousing in hindsight is because it was a successful conception that night.

"GMMM NNNNNNNNNNNN!" I unintelligibly howl just for the toe cheese and to arouse him.

Ahhhhh, my own toe cheese, how I love you and love making you and sampling you and making my friends suffer from your unique, piquant overtones and flavors. To steal a joke from a friend, it's the Gentry Farms Kendra Foot Blend. I really do get a rush, whether in play or while filming when I get to stuff my socks in a friend's mouth, make them sniff my feet or shoes, stick my toes in their mouth, or suffer the same things from them. What the hell am I saying? Right. Back to the baby-making scene with my gorgeous hunky man, Ross Gentry the plumber.

"GMMMPFFFFFF!" I grunted when he entered my body because I'm 5'0" and he's 5'10".
"Well, well, well," he looked down at me, my back on the bed and legs up in the air.
"-o hum- uh -ock!" somehow, telling him to hump a rock just didn't sound too convincing.
"The more you resist me, the rougher I'll be!" he warned me, giving me the choice now.

Resist or submit? How about act like it's a fully genuine home invasion at which I am helpless to resist and just completely lose my freaking mind, struggling so much that the room fills with the squeaking sound of my sext red pumps rubbing together. I was squirming and howling into the gag and in general acting like he was anyone but Ross Gentry. Poor Ross the home invader was murdered a million times over if eyeball daggers could stab people for real.

"I warned you, you sexy little thing," Ross nodded, smiled, and followed my lead.

Oh, gosh, I won't describe body parts, but I love when Ross pushes me harder and holds back so I climax first. The squeaking pumps and toe cheese make it so much more exciting. Look, this was so exciting, such a strong reaction out of it, that the mere memory of it makes me react even 3 years later. Wow! It's such a steamy story I'm sitting in the bathroom writing this so that I can be alone if I do react. I'm sweating bullets at the recollection of myself sweating bullets then.

What a romance! Oh, there's nothing like being fully resistant while remaining truly dominant at the same time you're really submissive. Even when I'm acting in films, strong resistance leaves me more emotionally satisfied at the end. Physically resisting during a home invasion sex scene with Ross leads me more intensely sexually gratified. I'm trying to say this was the strongest and best orgasm I've ever experienced. I reacted so strongly that my own involuntary muscle spasms in the heat of the moment actually forced Ross over the edge to complete that sacred deed which we call the miracle of life. But I never broke character.

"GMMMMMMMMMMM!" I howled as if this weren't consensual and I hadn't seduced Ross.
"There, there little lady," he picked on my height, much to my excitement, and played along.
"MMMMPFFFFFF!" strongly emanated from me, secretly hoping we had conceived a child.
"I like how much you struggled. Made it feel really good," was his compliment of my acting.
"-o h-ck -ourthelpf!" saying that repeatedly sure didn't change his approach to things.
"Aw, really? You want me to do that? I thought you wanted to be the mother of my child."
"Gmmmmpfff!" the daggers flew from my eyes, hiding the pleasure that he certainly had felt.

All right, time for more stuff from the Kendra confessional while we're talking bondage and my kinks. So now you know I like domination, submission, resistance, and so forth. You know that I love nearly anything involving a girl's feet. Well, since we're here, while Ross was recharging himself, he sat me on his lap and felt me up in the best way. No one can push a girl's buttons like another girl can (which is more about point stimuli), but no one can arouse like my husband can arouse me. He explored my breasts and crotch in a way that… Oh, f-ck! Sorry. That's why I am sitting in the bathroom while writing this on top of shutting and locking the bedroom door.

Where the hell was I? Oh, yeah, girls and bondage and such. For real, making films with friends is a real delight that I enjoy more than I will ever let them know. They think I'm the consummate professional, but in reality I'm enjoying many aspects more than they are even if they're enjoying the bondage itself more. I've done so many things: spanking, foot fetish (naturally!), breathplay, suspension, simulated drowning. Gosh, all of it is fun in its own way when filming even if some of those things aren't nearly as enjoyable in play. OK, I enjoy being spanked by Ross without the bondage; just clamping his hand over my mouth and dishing it out is a great foreplay appetizer.

"GMMMMMPFFFFF!" I snarled when he laid me on my back on the bed and got on top of me.
"Angry housewife is the best," he said before beginning to kiss my gagged lips passionately.
"Mmmmm," then the housewife slowly melted under his weight, squeaking her pumps together.
"If you keep fighting me, you'll spend all night like this," he threatened between kisses.
"GMMMMMPFFFFF!" sorry, Ross, but your captive was too busy enjoying Gentry Farms' best.

Now, back to the confessional because I'm a devout Roman Catholic. That means Ross and I do the big one only in the one spot. While it might seem extreme, we've both heartily embraced the command to be fruitful and multiply, but at the same time we try to raise our children well. That means we have a blast doing the making and the raising of the children, but childbirth is a b-tch. All that doesn't stop Ross from rolling me over onto my stomach and taking a butt plunge.

Do you really need the gag talk, or can you imagine the "GMMMMPFFF!" at this point?

As long as Ross didn't waste his shot in my colon, I was game because he hit the best spots each and every single time we did it. Oh, believe me, standard is better, but butt is so much better for a kidnapping game. I've tried so hard to convince my best friend she should try it, but she's even stodgier than I am when it comes to the lines between kink and faith. Of course, when I'm trying to convince her to try it, I always conveniently leave out the important part about it being part of an aggressive kidnapping roleplay. There's a reputation this foot fetish girl has to maintain. Oh, he was so aggressive and strong on that particular night, completely dominating me until I was a piece of meat at his disposal to use and discard at his will while we got all sweaty and…
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Saturday, January 18, 2025

F-CK! That's why I'm sitting in the bathroom writing this. Sorry, swearing's my main vice.

That does it. That's two orgasms now! While one is understandable while I'm writing a story to convey the most sexually arousing, steamy experience of my life and several are expected when I am a captive in one of my friend's bondage films, two while writing a story is unacceptable. It's an understatement though because I can still feel Ross pushing up and down while I snarled and snapped into my gag with that typical refrain that you know too well by now. Then, he made the entire thing even hotter by keeping me like that while we slept, turning on the fan to full blast to make up for the layers of the blue tape and occasionally groping my tits throughout the night and telling me how much he loves me and… GAH! THAT. FREAKING. DOES. IT.

Get some toilet paper. Mop up the fluid that's on my crotch. Exit the bathroom and walk over to the armoire. Off with my shorts and sneakers. I need to leave those pink crew socks on my feet for a very good reason, and the red bandana I'm wearing is actually perfect for this. I take off the panties and put them on the bed, out in the open. A purple cotton knee skirt. Red pumps. Pink tank top. No bra underneath. Put my hair in a bun. Make sure the headband is where I want it. I look at the clock. It's 9:30 PM, and the kids are certainly in bed. All four of them. Ross is out in the living room, watching a hockey game, right in the spot where I want him to be.

"Hi, baby," I walk up to Ross and rub his scruff and kiss his cheek, "How are you?"
"Hmmm, Kendra," he wiggles his eyebrows, "Are you in a mood?"
"It's just me and you, Ross," I say since we are alone, "Just the two of us," and let a strap fall.
"Hmmmm," he says with a wink, "Is this some sort of hint?"
"Zipties, Ross. Zipties. And make sure you're meaner to me and more aggressive than you were in that one film where you and those girls had me and my friends… you know the one!"

With that I stride out of the room, ready to eat both my socks and panties. Go figure: that night we conceived baby number five!

THE END

[LunaDog]

Different. And interesting to read. Well done.

[silvertejp590]

Love this! Haven’t been on the site in awhile, and this was a great way to get reacquainted with it.