Hausfrau: The Next Day

His wife reached up to unchain his hand, one at a time, so he could pull his arm through the sleeve. As she did so, he saw the handcuffs didn't click all the way. As she reached up a second time, he pulled his wrists out and quickly fastened the clasps around hers before shuffling away as best he could. She was so stunned by the turn of events, that for a moment, all she could do was blink. When she did speak, it was eerily calm. Almost playful "Gerrig, what are you doing?"

"My wrists were sore." Was all he said. She repeated her question, still smiling. He ignored her and hobbled over to the music box and began rummaging for the newest key. Once he found it, he gave a sigh of satisfaction. One by one he peeled off the mermaid dress, the corset, and the slip. Afterwards, he went over to the couch and just reclined fully naked, watching his wife struggle.

She tugged hard at the handcuffs, still in disbelief they were locked. "What do you think you're doing? You don't have any male clothes here anymore. There's no escaping what we've made together."

Ignoring her question, he replied flatly "My cock is sore." He unlocked the cock ring and massaged his shaft. "Don't worry, I'm not going to waste a good erection on myself. He then got up and quickly popped a gag in her mouth and locked it. Her look stopped being playful but it still wasn't angry. It was thoughtful and she couldn't hold back a smile. He went behind her and attached the ankle cuffs to her and then the floor mount. She kept eyeing him astonished. She tried to squirm but the chains held. After a moment, she gave up struggling entirely. He moved in close to her, embracing her full bodied frame and massaging her plump breasts. He unzipped her skirt and let them fall. Then came her underwear. Then her bra. After a moment, she was completely naked and vulnerable. He stood back and gazed wistfully. "You are more beautiful now than the first time I trussed you up when we were dating." She muffled something incoherent but her eyes twinkled in reply. At that moment, she lusted for him completely.

He carefully unlocked one ankle at a time but kept them fixed to the mount. Once he pulled her clothes away, he refastened her feet together. He stepped back and began looking at the clothes. As he did so, he took a whiff of her panties and inhaled her scent. "You've been having erotic thoughts today. I can tell from the odor." She glared at him. "and without my permission? I think we should switch positions for a little while longer, don't you agree? I'll be you and you'll be you...only bound for your pleasure. You're truly too sexy to hide in clothes tonight." He started pulling on her panties, her bra, and pulling up her dark grey pencil skirt. He disappeared into the bedroom and emerged ten minutes later completing the outfit with simple black dress shoes, black nylons, and a dark gray jacket. He'd changed his lipstick to match the blouse, and added a touch of smoky eyeliner to match the skirt and jacket. He ignored her as he went from the living room into the kitchen. A moment later, he came back with a glass of red wine, before reclining on the couch directly in front of Margarethe. She seemed more annoyed by him wearing her work clothes and drinking her wine than him handcuffing and gagging her. She started to breath heavy with cheeks puffed out, turning flushed, and nostrils snorting.

He walked over to her and started kissing her body from her neck down to her pelvis, deliberate leaving a trail of lipstick imprints. He kneeled down started massaging the bean of her clitoris with his tongue. She didn't resist. At one moment she crossed her legs trying to pull away, the next moment she opened her legs and thrust them forward, engulfing his face. He went faster and faster and she kept nodding and biting hard on the gag until her whole body was on the cusp of a giant wave. Then he pulled away and stood up. He wrapped his arms around her listening to her heart beat as it slowed. All the while she kept nodding, whimpering, urging him on. Without notice, he effortlessly stuck in his shaft, 2-3-6-7 inches deep. "Oh my God, I forgot how good this feels!" He ground his pelvis against hers, pulling out, then thrusting in. As he did so, he leaned around and kissed affectionately the rubber bag gag between her lips. He felt her try to push the gag out with her tongue. "You like that? Our tongues so close, but forbidden from touching." Within 30 seconds, he came hard, pumping and thrusting as his sperm swam its way inside her. Afterwards, he pulled out. She begged him with her eyes to continue by finger, tongue, or otherwise. "What? You haven't come yet? I'm in disbelief. Well, you'll just have to wait until I'm ready again. She shook her head menacingly at him. "Patience, mein liebling." He scolded playfully.

He left her unsatisfied and stretched out on the couch. He sipped the wine slowly with pleasure, "Margarethe, you're turning something fun into a chore. You should know by now I'm pretty compliant. There's no need for you to be all stern and play mind games. I always felt you were the dominant one in our relationship and it gave me pleasure to serve you. I've also been a little jealous of how you could choose to be girly, elegant, sophisticated, and now severe. For years, I've thought women's outfits were pretty, but I'd never thought of wearing them until you forced me to. Now, I rather like it. Its sexually arousing. Even the uncomfortable things like corsets and high heels...arm binders and cock rings, their form gives me pleasure. When you take the time to really tie me up slowly with care, rather than simply locking me down, or worse, scheduling me to lock myself down, it's sublime catharsis. It's like we're exploring the limits of our bodies together again. But this caliber relief of emotional tension, my love, is meant to be shared. You've tirelessly devoted yourself to my pleasure only. Thank you, but you've allowed me to be selfish. I think I should start returning the favor." He took another large sip of her wine and looked thoughtfully at her naked frame.

She yelled something long and indistinct then jumped up and down within the limits of her chains. He looked at her with pity. "You must be cold. Let me get you a blanket." With that, he went over and draped a blanket around her, pinning it so it wouldn't fall. "Love, I know you're excited to begin our journey of pleasure, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I think I'll leave you just so." And he planted a full lip stick smeared kiss on her ball gag. As she yelled again, he went into her bedroom and turned out the lights behind him. The door locked from within with a satisfying click.