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This all really happened, but as I am writing it down principally for my husband’s enjoyment, I have intentionally changed the way I present my thoughts and feelings about it in this story (my preferences are way more vanilla than I present, but my husband finds this style more erotic).

Oh shit. I looked at my phone with butterflies swirling in my stomach. My husband had texted me a picture of the bathroom scale, with those magic numbers. The numbers that indicated that he had reached his weight loss goal. He was officially 50 pounds lighter than when he started his weight loss journey.

Typically, this would be cause for celebration. Who doesn’t want to cheer for a significant other who hit a significant goal? My problem was that it also meant that it was time to pay the piper. You see, a few months ago, we agreed on a reward when he hit 50 pounds. At the time, I knew that it was outside my comfort zone, but that I’d have plenty of time to get comfortable with it.

In preparation for this day, my husband made a few purchases: Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collar & leash, flogger, blindfold, and gag. While I’ve known for a long time that he was interested in this kind of play, it had never been appealing to me. And now I’d have to submit to some uncomfortable treatment. The me of a few months ago had to go running her mouth…

That evening, I gave him his reward. He set up a tripod to record the session, which didn’t really bother me too much. We have recorded ourselves before, after all. After agreeing on a safe signal, he applied the blindfold, gag, and collar. At this point, I think I was as nervous as any time since our wedding night. I’ve never before done anything more than pretended to be bound (using a necktie that wasn’t really tied), so I wasn’t really sure what to expect.

He started by walking around me slowly, which built the nervousness and anticipation, now that I was blind. After a few moments of appreciation, he removed my top, followed almost immediately by my bra. I felt the goosebumps begin in the draft created by the ceiling fan as he bound my hands behind my back. I was grateful that these were the wide leather cuffs with fuzzy padding, as I don’t like to think how uncomfortable the metal handcuffs would be.

He led me to the bed, where he gently pushed me onto my back as he began taking off my pants and panties. As soon as they were off, he wasted no time in applying the ankle cuffs. Lifting their chain into the air, he gave the camera a good look at my trimmed pussy. I had laser hair removal a couple years back, and while it did not leave me hairless, it did make it remarkably thinner.

It felt like forever that he held me in that pose. At least, it was long enough for me to start getting embarrassed and uncomfortable. Just when I was about to try to mumble something through the gag, I felt the sudden swat of the flogger on my ass. I gave an involuntary squeak in surprise. It wasn’t exactly painful so much as surprising, which made me think that this experience might not end up being so bad. Maybe I had overhyped it in my mind. He rubbed my ass and pussy gently, which took even more from the sting. It was this loving caress, which continued throughout the rest of our evening that was the first inkling that I actually might get sexually excited.

He continued to flog my ass, without any real rhythm to it. Just when I would expect him to land another blow, he would pause, caressing my ass and the outer lips of my pussy. Just when I thought that he would take a break, he suddenly beat me several times in quick succession. While the first few strokes did not really hurt much, the continued attention I received began to warm my ass with a dull throb of pain.

I almost didn’t notice when he began caressing my breasts with his free hand. He started just as the flogger hit my ass particularly hard, causing a much higher-pitched-than-I-like-to-admit squeak. My nipples have always been my weakness. I’ve never cum just from nipple stimulation, but having him suck on my nipples during our sexy times is a sure-fire way to accelerate my orgasm. Up to this point, the only thing that was stimulating me was the arhythmic caresses of my ass and pussy between hits. Now, I began to feel sexy tingles radiating from my nipples in time with the sting from the flogger, and I was finally becoming aroused.

By this point, my ass had progressed from a dull throb to a more intense background pain, with sudden spikes as the flogger hit me. Nothing to the point where I felt that I had to use my safe signal or anything, but it was definitely there. Every stroke of the flogger brought a pinch to one of my nipples. I never knew when it would be, and somehow that was driving me crazy. The flogger began to wander a bit more, no longer just hitting my ass, but moving up to my legs, and then back down to one of the more shocking experiences, when it struck my pussy lips.

That was a sting that I’ll not soon forget. Later, I realized that my husband had purposely toned down the strength on that swing, but it didn’t feel like it so much at the time. My eyes began to water as my nipple was pinched and my pussy hit at the same time. I involuntarily flexed my kegels at the sensation. With pussy strikes added to the mix, I was getting hornier and hornier, and ready for him to finish up so that I could cum.

He finally stood me up, but rather than being done, he was simply on to the next pose.

…To be Continued…