Use the leather restraints you bought...

"Wait a moment!", you whisper, and return to the entrance where you find the package which has arrived with 6-hour-delivery. Your hands shiver a bit as you open it and find all the things you ordered. You quickly strip your clothes and put on the leather harness. It's a bit more complicated than you thought, with all the leather straps and buckles, but you manage.

"Babe?", calls Dave from the kitchen.

"Coming!", you shout back. "Stay where you are. I have surprise..."

You quickly add the leather restraints on your ankles and wrists and then grab the bag with chains and locks. There's no chance you'll be able to lock yourself up, obviously. Then you walk back to the kitchen. Every step makes you aware how naked you are, despite wearing the harness. The touch of tight leather teasing your body is incredibly hot. You feel tied and helpless already, although you can still move freely. You pass a mirror on the way to the kitchen, and catch a glance at your hard nipples and how your boobs are accentuated by the leather harness. It makes your nether regions flutter with desire.

Then you enter the kitchen.

Dave stares.

"I am yours, Master", you whisper, and drop to your knees. You place your hands behind your back and bow your head. "I am your ****, Master. Use me as you wish! Treat me like the fuckslave that I am." The words just tumble from your mouth, but they sound very true.

"Stand up, ****!", says Dave, and his voice sounds a bit shaky, as if he has to practice that tone. You rise, eyes still on the floor, hands still on your back. Dave circles you and finally grabs your wrists, and connects the manacles with a very short chain. Then he rummages through the bag and adds padlocks to the ankle restraints. You shiver again. He's not playing around. You are truly in bondage now, and you won't be able to get your hands free.

"Bend over the table, ****", orders Dave. His voice sounds hard and confident. He really seems to get into this. You position yourself in front of the table and bend your back slightly. "I said bend over, ****!", booms Dave, and pushs your body over at the table quite roughly. You squeak. Dave goes down, and you hear another chain rattling. Then you feel your right foot being pulled to the side. Dave is chaining your ankle to the table leg!

"That's right ****! Open those legs! Time for you to present your fuck holes!"

"Dave!", you gasp, for a moment jumping out of character, and abashed by this dirty talk. Especially the fact that your husband just used the plural here makes you uneasy. Dave was never a man interested in the back door...

SMACK!

"You call me Master, ****! Remember that!", Dave hisses and hand out another hard hit on your buttcheeks. You whimper and moan. The indignation drowned by the most arousing feeling of humiliation and submission.

"Yes, Master!", you pant.

"Good", he answers, and you hear his pants falling to the floor. You can't help another moan. Both your ankles are now tied to the table, forcing you to keep them quite wide apart, making it impossible to protect yourself. With your head down and your hands tied behind your back, it will be even rather difficult to do anything else but waiting for whatever Dave has in store for you.

"What was that, ****?", he asks. His voice now completely firm.

"Nothing, Master. I... I am just longing for your cock, Master!", you reply.

Dave says nothing, but you squeak again as you suddenly feel something cold dripping on the very highest point of your butt crack, running slowly down. Oil? Cooking oil? What the...?

"Let's see how you like to be assfucked, ****."

"What? No... no, no, no, wait-aaaaaah!"

You have never before experienced anal sex and the feeling of Dave's cock pressing against your anus, and then slowly working it's way in is at the same time highly confusing, humiliating and... fucking hot. You feel... stuffed, but at a place where you shouldn't feel stuffed. Dave pushes deeper inside you, and you gasp. You didn't know there were so many... nerves down there. It feels tingling and hard at the same time, a bit uncomfortable but...

Dave starts to massage your clit with his right hand.

"Oh, NOoooooo!", you moan, and are rewarded with a sharp slap on your butt from Dave's left hand. "Shut up, ****!", he orders. "Or I wil shove thoes panties into your mouth and gag you."

You shudder again, while you feel Dave's cock sliding back and forth. Where did he get all those ideas? These fantasies? Dave was the most soft and vanilla person in bed - ever! As were you, you remember. Didn't stop you from watching porn the whole morning in the office...

Dave's rhythm starts to increase. And the feeling of having him up your ass somehow is no longer uncomfortable but... quite arousing. Especially with his hand working on your clit. This might be one of the fastest orgasms you ever had... or how long are the two of you at it, you wonder? It wasn't long, was it?

"Dave, I'm cumming, ... I..."

You feel a hot sting, as his left hand smacks you hard on the butt once more, which makes you lose focus - and the build-up of your climax.

"No, you're not. I come first, ****"", grunts Dave and his hand slaps you another time. "And you call me, Master, fuckslut!"

Tears rush to your eyes, from the pain, and the humiliation and the... the arousal. This is, hands down, the hottest thing you have ever done in your life. Wearing a leather harness, tied to the kitchen table, assfucked, insulted and spanked by your husband... This is just crazy. Except that - it's not. It's sexy as hell. It's turning you on more than you'd ever believed.

Then Dave thrusts a final time and starts to scream. You feel his cock explode deep inside your ass, and you can't help but climaxing from the experience alone. Both of your are screaming and moaning. You press your ass hard against Dave's groin to take him in as deep as possible and savour his cock as much as possible...

...just as the door opens. You turn your head and see the housemaid Xiang entering the kitchen with a tray in her hands, maid's uniform on, but wearing headphones, apparently unaware of the noise the two of you had been making. She stops in her tracks, looks at you, then bows shortly, and leaves the room.

You stare at the closed door. Deeply embarrassed.

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