Bondage/bottle
                                    John Sellers
                              John, Carole and a Bottle
                  I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not
                  always getting up to 'unusual activities' but we decided when we
                  first got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle
                  in our sex life... hence the 'games'. About 4 or 5 times a year
                  (it used to be more often) we act out our fanasies and really go
                  to town. This particular event happened about 18 months ago and
                 to the best of my recollections what happened was this... I'd got
                   home from work about 7:00 and usual sat down to my tea. My son
                   was already in bed and Carole (my wife) sat watching me with a
                  permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and went into the
                     living room, my wife followed still smiling. "Ok", I said,
                    "What's up?". "I wondered whether you were in the mood for a
                  game?", she replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)", I
                      asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "You've got something
                   planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she
                 said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd
                  forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt,
                 she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I'd left the top
                  on) and she said she was going to get even. "Well?", she asked.
                    "Ok then", I said, "What's it to be?". "First you've got to
                   promise not to go back on your word", she said. "I promise now
                  put me out of my misery", I replied, wishing immediately that I
                 hadn't said that last bit. "Well first I want you undressed", she
                  said. "Where?", I asked. "Here", she said, "in the living room,
                   by the fire". Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off.
                 "What now?", I enquired. "Now", she said wickedly, "I want to tie
                 your hands behind your back and your feet together". "What for?",
                   I asked. "Do you want to play this game or not", she snapped.
                    "Alright, alright", I said, "tie away". From the bureau she
                    produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. 'She's been
                   cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she came over and tied my
                  hands and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes
                 and as I laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let
                  myself in for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing
                    only a pair of long leather boots and a studded leather belt
                 round her waist. Then I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle
                  and a glass. "Like a drink?", she said pouring a little into the
                 glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. "If thats what I think it is, no thanks",
                   I replied. "Well we'll have to see whether you're a good boy,
                   wont we?", she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee
                  table. She came over to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet.
                    "Call that a prick?", she said flicking it with her fingers.
                  "Give me a chance", I said, "I havent had a chance to get worked
                  up yet". "I've seen bigger matchsticks", she continued, waggling
                  it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone who
                   didn't know me intimately would think I only had a small one).
                   Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried
                   out. "If your prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll
                    squeeze them even harder", she said in a harsh voice. As she
                  counted I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked
                   and just about to close her mouth around my cock. "5...6...7,
                   thats better", Carole said, "signs of life at last, but you'll
                 have to do better than that". Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and
                    was just about squat over my face. "9...10", she continued,
                    "well, its not as hard as I would have liked, but it'll do".
                  Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a roll
                    of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock 5 or 6
                  times, leaving about 14 inches hanging loose (the thread I mean,
                  not my cock). Turning to face me she said "Right, you snivelling
                 little wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy myself". Her
                  face had lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and hard.
                 Kneeling directly above my face she said "You can start by eating
                   my pussy". Craning my neck I reached up and ran my tongue the
                  length of her slit. She sat back on my chest and slapped me with
                     all her might around the face. "You useless bastard", she
                     snapped, "Is that the best you can do, LICK ME HARD". She
                   positioned herself above my face again but not near enough. I
                 pushed up and forced my tongue deep inside her hot hole. As I did
                  so she moaned and some of her juices ran down my tongue and into
                   my mouth. My prick now was reaching its full potential and the
                  thread was cutting into it causing me great pain. This resulted
                  in a lapse in concentration and I stopped licking Caroles cunt.
                   She sat back and WHACK, my face stung again as she slapped me.
                  "You're a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker. What are you?", she
                     asked. "The thread was cutting into..", I began, trying to
                    explain. WHACK.. WHACK. This time I received a slap on each
                  cheek. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would have to obey.
                  "I'm a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker", I said meekly. For the
                 first time in a while she smiled, but it was a wry smile, she was
                  really enjoying my pain. She positioned herself again and began
                   playing with her nipples (her nipples are so sensitive she can
                  bring herself off just by touching them alone). I lifted my head
                 to continue my service but she reached down and pushed it back to
                  the floor with a thump. "When I tell you to.. not until". I was
                   grateful that the pain had at least lessened my ardour and the
                 excruciating pain I had felt in my cock. Moving her hands down to
                     her cunt she teased her clit then opened the lips, causing
                 several drops of juice to splatter onto my face. She looked down,
                  smiling at her handywork and said "Ok, now lick me really hard".
                    I pushed up and licked her clitoris. "HARDER", she yelled. I
                   tried but she just wasn't close enough. She reached behind my
                  head and forced me hard against her cunt. "STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP
                  ME.. HARD", she urged. I couldn't breathe I was dying!. Did she
                  realise she was killing me?. I had to say the code word to make
                    her stop, but all I could manage was "mmmpppppfffff". "Do it
                   right or I wont let you breathe", she said. I forced my tongue
                 out further than I had ever done and reached depths of her body I
                      never thought possible. "Ooooohhhh", she said with deep
                 satisfaction and released my head. Her juices covered my face, in
                      my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair and the amount that
                   collected in my mouth as I struggled for breath took two large
                  gulps to swallow. "Thats the first time you've made me cum with
                   your tongue", she said softly. "You nearly killed me there", I
                   said, "I'm glad thats over". "OVER!!", she said, the harshness
                 returning, "I'm not finished with you yet boy. I've been planning
                 this for days there's lots more to do". I couldn't believe it, in
                  the past she had always lost interest after she had cum. "Whats
                    next", I asked. "Well", she replied "you know how I like my
                  arsehole tickled, I had planned that you were going to bring me
                   off with your tongue up there but I couldn't wait.

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 Still never
                   mind, you can still tongue me". With that she turned round and
                 squatted over my mouth. Reaching behind her she parted the cheeks
                  of her bum and told me to lick. "Ooohhh", she said as my tongue
                  flicked up and down, "thats niccceee". She squirmed around then
                  sat firmly on my face, I could just about breathe. "Push it up",
                  she squealed, "I want to feel it inside me". I tried but she was
                  too tight. She got off of my face and turned round. "Now you've
                  disappointed me", she said with a wicked glint in her eye, "Its
                 drinky time". With the she took the bottle off of the table. "Now
                    thats going a bit too far", I said. The pain returned to my
                 prick. She had grabbed hold of the loose end and yanked it. "Ok",
                  I said, "You win". She squatted with her cunt just over my mouth
                  and with one hand parted the lips. "Open wide", she said pulling
                   on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she
                   poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit
                  and into my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss
                  would have been preferable. "You've got off easy this time", she
                    said, "Next time You may not be so lucky". "Is that it?", I
                  asked. "Nope", she said, "turn over. I want you to finger me". I
                  turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my hands.
                   "Rub my clitoris gently or its the strap for you". I turned to
                   see that she had taken off the studded belt and was holding it
                  menacingly over my buttocks. I moved a finger up and prodded her
                  in a sensitive spot "OUCH" she said bringing the belt down over
                     my arse. 'Snap' I thought no longer caring. "Can't you do
                  anything right", she snapped, "I can see that you havent learnt
                   your lesson". Believe me, trying to gently rub a clitoris with
                 your hands tied behind your back, not being able to see where the
                   damn thing is and with pain wracking your body is not an easy
                     thing to do. It would make a doozy section for the Krypton
                   Factor, better than those stupid puzzles they do. Another good
                 one would be reciting a nursery rhyme while your face is inserted
                    up a sopping chuff... where was I.. Oh yes. Well after a few
                  unsucessful prods Carole was really loosing her temper. "Rotten
                   bastard", she said, "You're doing it on purpose. I've got just
                  the punishment for you". I waited for the stab of pain but to my
                  horror I felt the rim of the bottle top pressing against the rim
                 of my arsehole. "NO", I yelled tensing my arse. "See how you like
                 a bottle up YOU", she said pushing hard. I was fighting a loosing
                   battle and my sphincter muscle was fading fast. Bit by painful
                    bit the bottle went in till it reached the wide part. "Thats
                 enough, it wont go any further", I offered. "I took a lot more up
                  me", she answered and continued pushing. That was it I couldn't
                  take anymore she was ripping me apart. I screamed the code word
                   and she stopped. "Sorry", she said, "Have I gone too far?". I
                  laughed at the innocence of the question. "I can't take any more
                   of that bottle", I said. "Do you want to stop the game?", she
                     asked. "No", I answered, "I've come this far, I'll see it
                  through. Just remove that bloody bottle". She removed the bottle
                 and turned me over onto my back. "Just one more thing", she said.
                  "What's that", I asked. "Where's my fuck", she replied. I looked
                 at the pathetic limp object between my legs and said "No chance".
                   "I thought of that", she said, "I've a little story for you".
                 Carole does know how to tell a good sexy story. "Guess who I went
                   to see this morning?", she said. "Who?", I asked. "Julie", she
                 said. Now Julie is our niece, she was 17 and georgeous and Carole
                  knew I had the hots for her. "I got her out of bed. Did you know
                  she sleeps only in a pair of knickers?. She's getting a very big
                  girl, her tits are larger than mine.. and so firm and proud". It
                     was working, my cock was finding a new lease of life. She
                 continued, "We chatted while she got dressed. You'd have loved to
                 have seen what I saw when she took those knickers off. The cutest
                   arse.. and that cunny of hers.. it looked so sweet I wouldn't
                   have minded a taste myself". I winced as I realised the thread
                  was still wound round my cock, and it was starting to pull tight
                  again. "Yes", she went on, "when she sat down and lifted her leg
                   to put a clean pair of knickers on her cute little cunt parted
                  and it was so pinky and moist. I even caught a whiff of it, most
                   delightful. If only you could have been there and seen it, You
                  would have creamed your jeans. By now I had a raging hard-on and
                     Carole mounted it. "Arghhh", I yelled as the pain got more
                  intense, "You'll do me a serious damage". "Trust me", she said,
                   "Remember I'm a nurse". "Did they teach you this at college or
                  did you pick it up on the ward", I quipped. "I nearly forgot the
                  best bit", she said, "I brought back a souvenier for you". Again
                  she reached under the sofa cushion and this time she produced a
                   pair of knickers. "I retrieved them from Julie's linen basket,
                  they're the one's she was wearing last night, she'll never miss
                 them". "Aaarrrggghhh", I yelled again as my cock reached bursting
                  point. "And just look at these stains", she said showing me the
                   crotch, "Looks as if Julie was a very naughty girl last night.
                   Here enjoy yourself", she said placing the crotch over my nose
                  and mouth. The conflict of pain and pleasure was indescribable.
                  "Oooohhhh", Carole moaned getting more and more worked up, "Your
                  prick feels just like one of those ribbed dildos" (I never even
                 knew she'd ever experienced a ribbed dildo). Luckily Carole didn't
                  need much stimulation and with a cry of "Fuck me, fuck me, ooooh
                 yes, thats ittt, I'm coming, I'm cominggg, NOW, AAHH, FUCK, FUCK,
                 FUCK, AAAAHHHhhhh" (she's got a way with words). She climaxed for
                    the second time that night and collapsed. "Please take that
                    thread off", I wimpered. "Sorry darling", she said lovingly,
                  easing herself off of my prick. Soon she had released the thread
                   and my bonds and looking up at me said "You just lick on those
                   knicks babe, think of Julie's lovely little cunt and leave the
                  rest to me. She then lowered her mouth over my aching prick. It
                 didn't take long with all of those sensations taking control of my
                 body and within seconds I had the most violent orgasm and shot so
                  hard and long into Carole's mouth that her head jerked back with
                   the force. Quietly she took the bottle and dribbled the spunk
                  into it thinking I hadn't spotted her. Handing me the bottle she
                  said "Here darling why don't you finish the limeade". "You don't
                    catch me that easy babe", I replied, "But I think you forgot
                   where that bottle's been when you put your mouth round it just
                                               now".
                    I can still remember the look on her face.. and thinking to
                                myself 'There is justice after all'.
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