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[boundjoker]

"Come into room, strip, tie up legs and sit on bed facing away from mirror." - this was the instruction text I got as I arrived at the hotel.

My wife had been out of town for a few weeks on business and was finishing up some work in the next town and had been put up in a hotel as her company didn't want her driving late home. So with the teenagers left in charge of the house I'd driven over for a little romantic get away. But I hadn't been expecting this. I collected my key card from reception and went to the room.

Swiping in I saw that the company had once again put her up in a nice room. I could hear her pottering around in the bathroom.

"Hey, honey," I called out, bolting the door behind me.

"Don't come in here, do as I told you," she shouted out.

I walked into the room, spot the bed and our bag of toys on it. I had wondered where it had gotten to as I'd looked for it while she was away for a little solo fun. Now I can see she had taken the same idea on the road. I undressed, piled up my clothes, then proceed to tie up my legs as she had instructed. Our usual tie for me is ankles, then above and below the knees. So I did that, and sat on the bed facing away from the mirror. I was already getting hard just with this much of me tied up - sometimes I wondered if walking into a hardware shop would be troublesome for me.

The sound of heels tapping on the wooden floor caught my attention.

"Don't turn around," my wife instructed. "Hands behind your back."

She was clearly in full on Dom mode tonight, so I did as told. Hands behind my back and staring straight ahead. I heard buckles behind me, before my hair was gripped and held pulled back. Before I could speak the ball from our panel gag was stuffed into my mouth and my head pushed forward while the straps were tightened in place. I will admit, of all our gags, the panel one we got is my favourite. It has the silencing of a ball gag with that sexy feel/look of an OTM. I mumbled a little into it as I felt my wife begin to tie my arms together behind my back. I was snug in a few seconds.

Next she started to tie my arms across my chest - recently my wife had really gotten into chest harnesses when she was tied up on account of how great it made her tits look. She had always said that one on me made it easier for her to grab onto something and drag me around. In a few minutes I was fully cinched up and couldn't move a muscle, even after several experimental chest twists and tugs.

"Damn, I meant to...never mind," she said, before applying a blindfold.

I mumbled into my gag but the only response I got was her hand firmly on my chest, pushing me back into the bed. Then I felt her looping rope around my thighs and tightening it. Once done she walked around the bed and grabbed me by the chest rope, dragging me up and onto the bed more.

I always loved when she did this, as it really made me just her play thing with very little way to fight it or even communicate. I gave a few more moans into the gag because I knew she loved that.

After a few minutes she had positioned me where she wanted me, head at the top of the bed and feet the bottom. I heard the pillows all being tossed away before the blindfold was ripped off.

Revealing my wife in a leather body outfit that I had never seen before. Her amazing, slender, legs were in black tights which somehow matched the dark green leather panties and corset she had on. Her tits where being pushed up, two perfect hemispheres dying to get out but held in place by two straps that framed them nicely. Her hair was down over her shoulders and poker straight (my favourite style) and she had her glasses on.

"Now," she said, holding up the vibrating wand which had some rope wrapped around the bottom. "Behave."

I was confused, because usually she just started doing things to me. Instead she tucked the wand under the thigh loop, pressed into my balls on the lowest setting, then pulled over a chair and sat down. She crossed her legs, stared at me for a second, before picking up her kindle and reading.

"Mmmm mm mm?" I moaned, trying to asking 'what the hell'.

She looked over the rims of her glasses at me.

"Each time you aren't silent, I finish another chapter," she said, before slowly uncrossing and recrossing her legs.

I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, the vibrations getting me to the sweet spot but not building in any way. I began to struggle a bit, then looked over at the vision in the chair who was legit sitting there and reading while dressed like a teenagers dream. The clock on the wall showed half past six, so I struggled a bit, tried to move the wand a bit to get more from it, do anything. But she had really tied me down. After ten minutes, with her not once paying me any attention, I thrashed around a little and angled myself so I could see her better.

"Less of that!" she said, reached down and pulling the rope that was on the ground. The wand was yanked away from me. "Now, another chapter."

"Mmm mmm" I moaned into gag.

I struggled around a bit more, before I decided that if she was going to do anything to make my rock hard shaft disappear then I'd make laundry service disgusted at us. With a bit of rocking I rolled over onto my stomach and positioned in such a way that I could see the leather clad goddess as she read her book, then I started dry humping the bed.

My wife slammed down her kindle and took of her glasses - if librarians all looked this sexy I'd have cards across the country.

"Enough of that," she said, standing up and walking over to the bed.

She stopped right by my face and pushed my nose into her groin - I could smell her through the leather. But before I enjoyed myself too much she had hogtied me and pushed me onto my side, then secured the back of the chest harness to the foot of the bed. I couldn't rock onto my stomach, my dick just throbbing in the air.

"Five minutes and then I play," she said, moving the chair so that I could see her again as she sat down and continued to read.

It was the longest five minutes of my life. I tried desperately to get free so I could do something, anything, to relieve the torture of this fine ass woman being the meanest she had ever been in any our platy sessions. After what was really fifteen minutes she put down the book, then stood up and slowly pulled down the leather panties to reveal the tights were crotchless.

"Now," my wife said, looking down at me with the glasses still on. "If you can last until I go first, I'll let you tie me up wearing all of this. I'm guessing you want the glasses on?"

I nodded like a maniac. She undid the hogtie, rolled me back around so that I was lying then, then slowly climbed on top and slid me inside her. I didn't last long before I went, but she was able to go a few seconds later anyway.

"Oh well, I guess we just get dressed now and go for dinner."

Some day I'd have to figure out how to get her tied up in that outfit.

[Canuck100]

Very hot experience, thanks for telling it!