Joy (a BDSM story)

My man is a good man, he does good things, he also does bad things. I like both.

He says it gives him joy to watch the things I do. He is a voyeur. A magpie, fascinated by reflective surfaces like chrome bumpers, silver nipple rings, shiny latex buttocks, a glistening vulva.

I can tell he is very close; I feel his warm breath on my cheek. No doubt he is watching intently as I take a strangers cock in my mouth. Watching my red glossy lips open wide and receive an unknown man’s penis.

I am blindfolded, my arms handcuffed behind my back, I have been kneeling on the floor in this position for a long time…………Waiting. He placed a cushion under my knees for me, I am not to be hurt pointlessly, only when it is necessary.

I heard the doorbell ring and my husband answer the door. They spoke in low voices. They went to the fridge to get drinks; I heard the clink of their beer bottles. They could see me from the kitchen, they discussed what they were going to do in whispers. He knows I like surprises.

The stranger’s cock is a lot bigger than my husband’s; I can’t fit much more than the glans in my mouth. It tastes of meat. I roll my tongue around it, I nibble the frenum, I suck hard, I hear the man gasp. My husband leans in and whispers in my ear. I follow his instructions.

I part my legs; they are sheathed in shiny black latex. Carefully I squat, lowering my bottom down till I feel the cold neck of the beer bottle press against my vulva. My husband positions the bottle for me, and I continue to sit. It is chilled from the fridge, smooth, hard and icy cold as it slides into me. The neck enters easily but when I reach the shoulder, I must push down forcefully until my vagina takes the whole bottle. I have a mouth full of cock and a cunt full of glass bottle. It feels good.

I know he is happy right now. He would have spent many sleepless nights repeatedly thinking about this moment as he planned the evening. Going over every detail in his mind until it is perfect, and I am bringing his imagination to life. I am a bringer of joy.

The stranger withdraws from my mouth. Gently, he tugs on the chain attached to my nipples; I am being urged to stand. The bottle slips out of me. I am pulled toward the sofa by my chain, it hurts my nipples. I like it.

I am led into the arms of my husband; he is sitting on the floor his back supported against the sofa, his head placed at the perfect height. The other man steps behind me now. He holds my handcuffed wrists securely in one hand and grasp my ponytail with the other. Together, two sets of hands guide me into a kneeling position on the sofa.

My cold clit is suddenly warmed by my husband’s tongue, the extreme temperature change heightens the pleasure/pain. He laps my juices noisily, his one vice is that he is a messy eater. I feel a hot tongue penetrating my chilled cunt, probing as deep as it can go, but my insides are still cold from the bottle. Something else is required to heat me up.

The cock pushes apart my lips. My husband has returned to licking my clit, allowing the other man his turn. He levers himself into me, the enormous penis pushing in as my ponytail is pulled back. It makes my back arch to accommodate both actions. I am simultaneously licked, fucked and tugged. I am a bringer of joy.

My vagina is stretched by the unseen man as he slides in and out like the piston of an engine. My husband will have planned this meticulously, it has been his wish for a long time to see me fucked by a stallion. My husband moves his mouth to lick my juice from the man’s shaft as it penetrates me. I told you he does bad things. I like it.

My whole body jerks with every slap of his thighs against my bottom, the chain jangles as my breasts swing from each impact. The unknown man is getting faster and harder, he is close. I hear his rapid breathing and little moans of lust. I feel the tension in his arms when he pulls my wrists and hair even tighter. I will break him in, I will take everything he has, consume him. He lets out a roar and pumps into me, I feel the hot semen fill me. I like it. He keeps cumming and cumming, what a mess he’s making. My husband will be happy to clean it up. It brings him joy.

The stranger pulls out of me taking his place on the sofa while my husband attends to me. The man considerately holds my shoulders steady while I am licked clean. My husband takes his time and does a very thorough job. Once he’s finished with my cunt he moves onto my arse. His tongue rotating round my puckered sphincter, lubricating it thoroughly. Then he pushes the soft wet tip into my anus, it is an excruciatingly good feeling.

My husband’s hand pushes my head down to meet the cock that just fucked me. I must clean it up too. It still has some firmness but is not rock hard, it is easier to handle like this. I lick off the sticky residue of both our bodies. Can you keep a secret? I think mine tastes better than his, I have never revealed that to my husband. He likes both.

I feel my bottom cheeks being spread apart and my husband’s cock presses against my anus. Exquisitely slowly he pushes himself in, my sensitive sphincter feels every centimeter of his length as it spreads wide. He fucks my arse tenderly for a few minutes, savouring the sight of his cock penetrating my bottom. He says it is one of his favourite things to watch, much better than Netflix.

However, it is not long before he increases the tempo of his thrusts. He is already stimulated by the proceedings of the evening and will orgasm soon. He is ready, I feel his cock expanding within my tight sphincter. Even at his peak he maintains control, retracting his length from my bowels until only the glans is within me. I can feel as he squirts his love into my rectum. I like it.

He stays inside me, making sure I receive every drop. When he pulls out, I push. He likes to see his cum dribble out from my anus, he plays with it, spreading the semen around my arse. He asks the other man to come and look. They both appreciate the view. Gently, they guide me forward until my face is resting against the back of the sofa, my arms still restrained behind my back, my bottom held high. I remain like this while they dress and then get more beers from the fridge. They drink together exchanging pleasantries and watching the cum dry on my bottom.

The stranger leaves, my husband showers, I wait.

Instant gratification is a hollow feeling. My husband will return when the time is correct, and he will bring a toy and I will orgasm until I am drained. In relinquishing control of my body to him, I feel liberated, confident in the knowledge that my name is the right name.

Call me Joy.