A couple of weeks ago cagedmonkey and I celebrated our 15 year wedding anniversary. We had a weekend to ourselves to celebrate, thanks to Grandma. My morning, on Saturday, started with a naked subby hubby cooking me a delicious breakfast. Then, we enjoyed relaxing together as I had planned a full day of control over him. I had decided our weekend together would be a complete, and I mean complete, control weekend. He was to ask for everything, eat when/if I allowed him to, drink whatever I told him to. I even enjoyed a snack while allowing him a snack as well.

A little while ago I picked up a new bondage item and wanted to try it out first. So I had cagedmonkey lay down on his stomach and put him in the new… harness, I guess I’ll call it. It forced him to have his legs up and his back arched and head up while his wrists were cuffed near his chest. The awesome part of this thing was that I could totally get on all fours in front of him and force him to eat my pussy and ass and there was nothing he could do about it.

Once I was sufficiently satisfied and he was covered in my pussy juices, I stood up and simply said, “I’ll be back.” I left him there, laying on the floor, bound in that position, smelling me while I took a long, hot, shower. He had no clue when I would be back or what was in store for him when I did return. I’m sure he was aching with anticipation. After my shower, I came back and laid my fresh, clean, shaved pussy in his face and made him lick me to orgasm.

I did finally allow him out of the harness and I told him we were going in the bedroom so he could please me where I was comfortable. I had him uncage my big thick cock, however he was still not allowed to feel inside my warm, very wet pussy. The only thing I allowed him to do was set his cock on my clit while I used the wand to have another orgasm.

Such a tease to be so close but still unable to feel my pussy squeeze around his cock.

While I was enjoying my orgasm, cagedmoney really didn’t enjoy that I left him with a ruined orgasm, all over my pussy lips.

The poor guy so desperately wanted to feel me. I loved seeing the anguish on his face. I love causing him so much frustration… So much that I can see it on his face. I love knowing he wants, so badly, what in in control of. All of the sexual pleasure he’s aching for and only I get to give it to him… or not!

I’ve decided to break this anniversary weekend, post into two, so please continue reading about what happened in the evening here in Part 2!