Last Night, Part 3

May 12, 2012March 2, 2015 jackandjillcpl1 Comment

Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

When I was able to move again, I rolled onto my side. Instinctively I tried to pull Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss. But I couldn’t because I was still bound, my wrists and my thumbs cuffed together by solid, unyielding metal. Seductively, I flicked my tongue at him and he leaned in, pressing his open mouth to mine. He placed his hand under my neck, supporting my tired muscles, and kissed me voraciously.

“It’s your turn,” I said after our lips had parted. I expected him to turn me all the way onto my back, straddle my chest, and throat-fuck me. Or better still, raise me onto my knees and, with my hands still restrained behind my back, loom over me while I sucked his cock. And while I was hungry for him, anticipating the familiar taste and the telltale throb of his member between my lips, I was very pleased when he instead turned me once again onto my stomach and raised my hips. I knew what was coming.

Jack’s hands were warm against my cheeks. He spread me open once again and I waited, face pressed into the bed, anticipating his next move. After several tense, breathless seconds he shifted his weight, and rather than feeling his expert probing tongue on my ass it was his steel-hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy. He didn’t make me wait long before plunging into me as deeply as I’d ever felt him, filling me completely. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet every powerful forward thrust.

I love it when Jack holds onto my hips while he rides me from behind. It’s exhilarating to feel his fingers against my flesh, his hands pulling me insistently onto him. Other times his hands find their way to my nipples or my clit, and although I do love that, when Jack is fucking me doggy style there’s one thing that I want his hands to do more than any other. When I felt him twist my hair around his fingers, I wondered if I was married to a mind reader. He pulled deftly, lifting my face up from the blankets in which it had been buried, and continued to pound.

I knew he was close when he began to huff breathlessly, and in seconds his sounds turned into intense moans of orgasm. As he flooded me with burst after burst of hot cum, Jack collapsed against my back. I felt gentle kisses on my neck, then my shoulders. I wanted to reciprocate but I still couldn’t move, partially because of his weight on top of me, and partially because of the restraints. At last Jack removed them, setting them down on his nightstand. My arms were tingly, not used to their newfound freedom. So he took me in his arms and we kissed, and then we went to sleep.

-Jill

Last Night, Part 2

May 9, 2012March 2, 2015 jackandjillcpl10 Comments

Posted in bondage erotic erotica handcuffs non-fiction photography restraint submissive thumbcuffs trust Wanton Wednesday written by Jill

Read Part 1 here.

When I got into bed, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs and thumbcuffs. Planning to use these in our Sinful Sunday shoot, he suggested I put on a black bra and a black thong, as they would contrast nicely with my skin and make for some visually interesting shots. After I did that, I got onto my knees, and he pulled my arms back, fastening the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other with a definitive ‘click’. I felt the familiar cold of the metal clamp tightly against my skin. It had been quite some time since I’d been bound in this manner.

Feeling the other cuffs close around my thumbs was a new sensation. They had been in Jack’s nightstand drawer for years, but we’d never used them. He clicked them into place until they pinched my thumbs. It was a strange feeling. Even if the handcuffs were removed, I would still be unable to move my arms until the thumbcuffs were taken off as well. He asked me to lower myself onto the bed with my ass in the air. But without the use of my hands I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t used to being so dependent on him, and it made me nervous. Per my request, Jack helped lower me onto the bed, my face coming to rest on a fuzzy light brown blanket.

As he began snapping pictures, feelings of claustrophobia came over me. I gasped for breath, more out of fear than out of any actual obstruction. I heard Jack speak reassuringly as he continued taking pictures, but after awhile I had to adjust my body onto one side just to convince myself that I could if the position got to be too much. Jack took a few pictures in the new position, and then gently set me down on my face again. I was much more comfortable now, knowing that I could move out of this position if it became necessary to do so. I didn’t have to move much, though. Jack was the one who climbed onto the bed, and then a nearby chair, in order to get the shots he wanted.

The photoshoot lasted an hour or so. Most of our photoshoots tend to last that long, yielding in some cases more than two hundred pictures. However, this was the first time that I spent an entire shoot so restrained. I was very relieved when Jack set the camera down, though he didn’t remove the cuffs. Instead, I felt him pull my thong aside. I gasped with anticipation. Would he finger my pussy? Slip his undoubtedly hard cock deep inside me? No, he had other plans. Just what those plans entailed became apparent when I felt his tongue. And not on my pussy, either.

He spread my ass wide, stroking with long, strong movements of his tongue. His fingers eventually found my clit, engorged and throbbing with need. As the palm of his hand cupped my pussy, Jack’s able fingers moved in a circular fashion, swirling around my erect, desperate bud. The rhythm of his hand matched that of his tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was lying in a puddle, slowly catching my breath and very satisfied.

-Jill

Sinful Sunday: Thumb Cuffs

May 6, 2012March 2, 2015 jackandjillcpl15 Comments

Posted in handcuffs meme photography restraint Sinful Sunday submissive thumbcuffs trust weekly feature written by Jill

If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that we are BDSM novices. We’ve never used a St. Andrew’s Cross. I’ve never been spanked with anything more exotic or unusual than a hairbrush. The extent of our bondage experience would be considered extremely vanilla by many of the bloggers we follow. You probably also know that while I am often submissive, this label does not define who I am sexually. However, sometimes it’s very sexy to absolutely and totally give up control. It’s exciting to be completely reliant on someone else, to know that you need the other person and must trust them completely. I can’t imagine trusting anyone as much as I trust Jack.