If you bought pink handcuffs and want to use them...

You take the package you retrieved from the mailbox out of your bag and open it. The restraints feel a bit heavier than you expected them to. This is not a One-dollar-shop handcuff, but a heavy one, just fur-lined with fluffy pink. You hear a ratching sound as you put the first cuff on your right wrist.

Dave stares at you. You close the second one around your left wrist, in front of your body. Then you lift your cuffed arms.

"I am your prisoner, Sir", you say, softly, and look at Dave. "I am yours."

As you say it, your stomach flutters and you feel arousal taking over. Damn, you didn't know that this can feel so good. How come you never experimented with any of this in your whole life? Dave sits up and then leaves the bed. You can see a bulge in his short pajama pants. He walks behind you, putting his hands on your arms.

You wish he would just bend you over and fuck you.

"Honey, I...", he starts.

"Shhh!", you mumble softly. "I am not your wife. Not now. I am your prisoner. Use me!"

And you mean it. You are surprised by your own word, by your own feelings and desires, but right at this moment, you mean it. You don't want to be the wife you used to be, the one who sets up rules for proper sex. "Foreplay first, then sex. Goal: climax together." Nonsense. You want it now. You want it rough. You want Dave to take what is his. You don't want him to hold back.

"Don't hold back, Sir!", you whisper.

Dave grabs you and pushes you forward. You fall on the bed, head down, burying your restrained arms under your body. You soft scream is not artificial. A second later, you feel Dave's hard cock pressing against your nether lips. You moan, and you can feel that you are, apparently quite wet already. You wonder how. There wasn't even any foreplay. Normally you don't get wet without...

Dave enters you, and it feels as if his dick has never been bigger. It feels... huge. Like a real intruder. Maybe it's just the situation. You being handcuffed. You lying face down on the bed, presenting him your buttocks.

He starts fucking you. Hard and relentless, just as you were hoping for. You moan into the sheets, your legs kicking feebly into the air. You suddenly wish there were more restraints on you. It feels so good, being immobilized. It feels so satisfying. You want to feel utterly helpless. Invaded by a big, hard cock. Suddenly, you climax. Out of nowhere. The orgasm takes your body and you scream, muffled, into the bed. What is happening? You never, ever before came so quickly. It's not... You... You need a long, slow build-up to cum. Or that's what you thought.

SMACK!

Dave has slapped you on your right buttock. His cock is still sliding in and out of you. Your brain tries to process what is happening. The slap felt... good. You feel how your arousal is increasing again.

Smack!

You whimper into the sheets, turn your head to the side to get some air and hear yourself saying: "Again!"

Dave seems like in a frenzy. You are not sure he heard you, but occasionally, his hands are slapping down on your ass while he's still fucking you with this incredibly hard cock that you have never felt before.

You cum again. Screaming, struggling, losing all thoughts in the moment. Reality stops to exist. There's just a blinding light of joy and bliss. You are dimly aware that Dave shoots his jiz into your womb, how he himself is screaming, while still pumping and thrusting.

"Wow!", you whisper faintly.