Merry Meet! What a gorgeous Tuesday this is going to turn out to be!

As I told you on Sunday, Bill and I were thinking about adding a little spice to the bedroom and try out bondage (well me, rather). Nothing too hard-core. No discipline, and definitely no S&M. Just some light restraints.

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know that my partner is a cop, and cops love to practice bondage all the time, but I was going to have no handcuffs in the bedroom. Since we didn’t really have anything to use, I sacrificed an old bed sheet and cut it up into some long strips.

We used the guest bed and bedroom for everything yesterday. A) It’s warmer since it’s less drafty (and it was much colder yesterday!) and B) I felt better about it. Besides, we have twin beds in our guest bedroom, and a King in our master. Less stretching on my part.
So anyway, I got home last night and Bill told me to get undressed and get ready. I laid on the bed and he gently tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts. When I was all restrained, he took my sleep mask and put it on me to effectively blindfold me.

Then he left the room.

He didn’t tell me when he’d be back, but that he would.

I could hear him throughout the house, which kind of gave away what little subterfuge he was trying to pull off.

And then I fell asleep.

I… kid… you… not.

Between the darkness of the mask, and the fact that this particular guest bed is one of my favorites and most comfortable, I got so relaxed a drifted off to sleep for a spell, but boy was I pleasantly surprised when I woke up.

I was awoken by his scent, and it was the first thing I remember after coming to.

Then I could softly hear his breathing as I felt his breath gently blowing across my skin.

My hairs went on end as his breath flowed over my chest and stomach. My stomach twitched in sensual response.

My cock was resting while draped over my pelvis, and he wasted no time. I could feel the warmth and wetness of his breath on its underside as his breath continued towards my head.

Blood started to pour into my cock, and I could feel it begin to get restless. It squirmed and wriggled as it wrestled to get hard and lift up.

All this time he said nothing.

I said nothing.

And then he left me. My cock stewing for attention, only to return several minutes later to manipulate me more.

…To Be Continued…

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