Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby datblygu » Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:07 am

"Can you fix your own dinner tonight, Steve?" My wife asked when I picked up the phone.

"Not another late one, Rhian?" I responded with mild exasperation. "That's three this week! Are they synchronising their pregnancies?"

"It seems that way at the moment, love!" Rhian laughed in reply, "Great for the village though! Three new babs coming along all at the same time. Two of them boys too. The First XV will have some new recruits in a few years time!"

"Some strapping back-row forwards I hope!" I added.

I smiled at the thought and wondered when me and Rhi would get around to producing kids. The day couldn't be that far off now as Rhi's iron-willed commonsense was beginning to wilt in the face of all the young lives she was helping to bring into the world. Me? I never consult common-sense as to when to have children. To me whatever time seems always to be right.

Rhian was my wife of two years. She is the local Midwife in our village and commands huge love and respect throughout the whole community. Those qualities in her that people so love are the same ones that attracted me in the first place: kindness, good-humour, [i]joie de vivre[/i] and - oh yes, she's some looker too! You don't have to tell me, I am a lucky man.

I had come to live in Mardoes some five years ago when I took a job as a forester. I was qualified as an Arborist but had been brought up in the city. Moving to the wilder valleys of my country was quite some scene shift. But one I never once regretted as I effortlessly fell into the daily comings and goings of Mardoes and quickly established roots. Falling in love with, courting and then finally marrying the local nurse had been the best thing to ever happen to me.

Our village comprises some two-thousand souls. Well, at least that is our particular valley. As part of a small team Rhi is responsible for a great many more villages and small towns throughout the locale. This means she is very busy come the Autumn. Seems people are far more active in the dark winter months! Hmmm!

Would you like me to describe Rhian to you? Yes, I'm sure you would. Ok, here goes. Golden brown straightish hair which she wears pulled back into a pony tail most of the time but which never fails to amaze people on those occasions she lets it tumble down her back - reaching almost as far as her perfectly proportioned 'bottom'. Deep brown eyes set in a classically beautiful face. Average height, slender yet curvy. Yet her most striking feature is her smile, which is never far away and when unleashed has the predictable effect of rendering males tongue-tied and of making a fervent friend of any woman.

Sex is always good with Rhi. She is both enthusiastic and very loving. Although it's fair to say we had not been particularly adventurous in the short time we had been married. What with both of us leading busy and tiring professional (and social) lives adventure and exploration had not been a priority. That said, I always looked forward to Rhi getting home from a late shift and I would make sure the bed was warm and inviting. We usually fell asleep in each other's arms happily exhausted.

So it was not for the first time that I threw a TV dinner-kind-of-meal into the oven and settled down in front of the goggle box with a beer. I knew that Rhi would not be able to finish her shift until the baby arrived or, if there were difficulties, the mother was taken to hospital - perish the thought.

I'd been working in the near vicinity of the village this particular day which meant it had been a relatively light day for me. I had let the men clock off by 4pm and had deposited my chain saw and climbing equipment in the lock-up at HQ. After a pint at the rugby club I had come home in time to take Rhi's telephone call.

I could never really sleep when I knew Rhi was out late and I was relieved when I heard her car pull into our driveway and her familiar step on the gravel. She quietly shut the door and tiptoed up the stairs.

"Hiya love, you asleep?" She whispered as she tiptoed into our bedroom.

"No, Rhi. You know I never sleep when you're out." I kissed her. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy. And a real beauty - nine pounds ten ounces! I thought we'd need a rope or something to pull him out!" She looked exhausted.

I laid back in bed as Rhi padded off to the bathroom. I was the happiest man in Wales. And also the horniest at that particular moment.

Rhi cwtched me as she stepped into bed in her usual nighttime attire - an old T-shirt of mine. She smelled of soap and toothpaste and I held her gently as she rested her tired head on my chest. My expectantly aroused state would not have escaped her notice.

"Oh what a shame love. My period has just started otherwise I'd love to bonk you right now." she said sleepily as if she'd been reading my thoughts.

"It's ok honey, you've had a busy week with all these babies. You must be exhausted."

"Yeah, I am. And tomorrow I've got to do Sharon Williams' shift over in Merthyr. That woman has more sick days than the rest of the team put together!" She yawned.

"I really...need...to get some...sleep..."

And with that she seemed to drift off.

Ah well, I thought to myself. There'll be other nights of passion. And, in any case, sharing a warm bed with your loved one was pretty 'alright' too.

Sleep didn't come to me quite as readily as it had to Rhi so I lay there thinking. I was still horny. Perhaps more so now Rhi was snuggled up with me and, without realising it, I was lightly fondling myself. Not with any desired outcome you understand...but just because it was...well, nice.

I don't know how long I had been doing this and I certainly had not given any thought that Rhian might have been aware of it - after all she seemed to be soundly asleep. Wasn't she???

"Steve, what are you doing?" she asked suddenly, lifting her head from my chest.

I stopped immediately.

"Nothing." I said (in a rather high voice).

"Yes you were. You were rubbing something."

There was a pregnant pause.

She pushed herself up with her arms and reached for the bedside lamp. I winced in the glare of the soft light.

"Steve, were you playing with yourself?" Rhian asked accusingly. She looked a little angry - a very rare look from her.

The game was up.

"Um, well maybe a little. I couldn't sleep Rhi. I'm sorry."

Her face looked drawn and marked as I considered how tired and shitty she must have felt. Although I didn't consider I had performed any great crime.

"Look Steve, I need to sleep. The least you can do is allow me to! I can't be the ever-obedient wife the whole time you know! Even I have my limits!"

She wasn't shouting. It wasn't even a bitter tirade but I felt really bad for pursuing my little teenage self-indulgence and disturbing her slumber.

"I'm really sorry Rhi. You know I didn't even realise I was doing it to tell you the truth!" I laughed, "I've just got a little too much energy tonight and I couldn't get off to sleep. Should I go into the other room to give you some peace...?"

Rhi frowned as she considered this - to my mind, reasonable - option. God! She was so attractive!

"Hmmm. If you go next door you'll jerk yourself off, wont you?! Yes! Steve! Don't lie, I know you will...and I don't want that."

She got out of bed and slipped into her bathrobe.

"I'll be back in a minute, stay there."

I lay back on the bed with a heavy heart and annoyed with myself for having spoiled the most perfect of moments. Damn my over-active dick! Why couldn't I have just left it alone for one night?

Rhi reentered the room carrying something. I tried to study the little item she carried in her hand. It looked like the gaffer tape roll we kept with the toolbox under the sink. What did she need that for?

"Right honey, I think I have the perfect solution to those wandering sticky hands of yours. Turn over."

Feeling confused and a little worried, I looked at my wife.

"Rhi? What are you going to do? I ventured.

"Make sure I get a good night's rest, that's what! Come on, turn over big boy. I used to threaten to do this to my little brother when I caught him wanking! I never thought I'd need to do it to my own husband!"

What on earth was she talking about I wondered but subconsciously responding to Rhian's commanding nature I turned onto my front.

"Ok, put your hands behind you. That's it. Nice. Now, hold them there."

I gulped as I realised I was about to be tied-up (or taped up in any case)! My God! I'd never thought about being tied-up before! It seemed so unmanly! Allowing yourself to be bound - especially by your wife!

"You're not really going to use that tape on me are you Rhi...?" I asked nervously, hoping that this exercise was just a threat.

However, I heard the rip of plastic gaffer tape being pulled from the roll and felt it being applied to my wrists. It produced a cool sensation as around and around it went, I lost count of the number of loops. Finally, I felt Rhian's hair brush my wrists as she used her teeth to facilitate a cutting of the tape. She was not quite done however, as I felt the roll being passed between my wrists in what I later discovered to be a 'cinch'. The 'cinch' made escape impossible. I was tied securely now.

Rhi pulled the bed quilt away to gain access to my feet. She then applied the same procedure to my ankles.

All the while she was doing this (and I was lying on my front) I realised that I was starting to feel exceptionally horny. I mean massively so! It was not something I could have envisaged if someone had asked me to describe being tied-up. Nor could I comprehend the conflicting emotions coursing through my synapses. I felt a little humiliated for sure! Here was I, a strong young man helplessly bound and controlled. And all done by a slip of a girl in a bit of a bad mood. The feelings of shame were accompanied by a curious coyness about this apparent vulnerability. I found I was rock-hard with excitement.

Rhi had concluded her work on my ankles and I craned my head back to see what she was doing next. She was, in fact, holding up my discarded jeans and pulling out the leather belt still entwined in their loops. This next part was cruel. She threaded the belt through my bound wrists and ankles before feeding the loose end through the buckle and pulling. I gasped as I was pulled back into the hog-tie. She judged that I was sufficiently taut before fastening the buckle at the appropriate belt hole.

"Oww!" I exclaimed timidly.

"Ok," she said as she pulled the duvet up over my inert form. "I think you'll be more comfortable on your side Steve."

As if making the decision for me she pulled my legs and arms down towards the wall side of our bed leaving me facing 'her' side of the bed. I wriggled to try to place more of my weight on my back. This left my hogtied arms and legs splayed a little to one side.

"Comfy?

"Er..."

"Good."

She slipped out of her robe and climbed into bed next to me.

In a state of semi shock at this rapid and unprecedented turn of events I registered the light going off and the resulting absolute blackness of the bedroom. Rhi cuddled up to me and kissed me on the forehead. Her default good humour now seemed restored yet she had somehow contrived to make me feel even hornier than I had earlier. In fact, hornier than I had ever felt! But I dared not speak or twitch a muscle. I had never seen my wife like this before and I was a little overawed.

About ten minutes must have passed during which I tried to ascertain whether I was going to be able to sleep in this position. I was not feeling great discomfort you understand but I couldn't say that being hog-tied was conducive to sleep either! I assumed that Rhi must herself now be asleep. Wrong again. I felt her hand reach for my red-hot shaft.

"My goodness Steve! You're still as hard as anything."

A brief pause as she considered the implications.

"Steve, are you actually enjoying being tied up?" she asked carefully.

I didn't know what to say. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could sense rather than see her looking down at me with her bent arm supporting her head.

A sharp intake of breath.

"You are, aren't you?" she giggled delightedly and kissed me as if admonishing a child's little peccadillo. "Oh! Bless...!"

I said nothing, being hugely ashamed.

"Well one thing's for sure, you're not going sleep much when you're feeling this horny are you, lover?" she cooed rather roguishly, her face close to mine.

I was about to respond when she smoothly clamped her hand over my mouth. With infinite patience and gentle action she started to fondle my iron-hard cock with her free hand. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to show me this kindness but her hand still sealed my lips.

"Shhhh, sweetheart. No talking."

She didn't let go of either my cock or mouth and I felt my molten hot juices begin to come to the boil. She sensed my impending explosion and changed her manipulation to a gentler, slower squeeze as I grunted involuntarily into her soap-smelling palm. She milked every last hot drop from my twitching member before releasing her gagging grip.

I took a deep, ragged inhalation. Rhi leant over me and kissed me lovingly.

"Sorry I was cross earlier, I'm so tired. But I'm afraid you get to stay tied though'"

In my state of near syncope I felt the bed lightly lurch as Rhian got off. She returned with some wet-wipes and gently cleaned the gunk which was running down my navel onto our bed-sheets. I was passed caring. I only had a dim awareness of Rhian pulling the belt from her bath robe and folding it in two. She kissed me on the lips ever so gently once again.

"I love you." she stated.

I was in heaven and registered only sleepy surprise as she gently placed the thick towelling material between my parted lips before drawing it around the back of my head and tying it securely.

"Mmmphh?"

She made some tender adjustments to my gag ensuring it did not bite into the sides of my mouth too much before brushing my lips lightly with hers.

"Now you've had what you wanted perhaps we can both get some sleep, hey? Nos da."
Last edited by datblygu on Sat Oct 29, 2011 2:26 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby canuck100 » Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:34 am

Great story! And hawt too

Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby milagros317 » Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:44 am

Wonderful story. I hope you will write more about this couple.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby datblygu » Wed Nov 02, 2011 1:58 pm

Count on it! Rhian's only getting started... :quirk:

Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby datblygu » Fri Nov 04, 2011 6:35 am

"What's the matter with you tonight, Steve? That's the third time you've dropped the bloody ball!" yelled the coach of our rugby team.

Wednesday evening meant rugby training. I was first-choice openside flanker but with [i]these[/i] many handling errors and my general lethargy about the park I was definitely a candidate for warming the bench for Saturday's team. The other guys didn't say anything but it was clear to everyone that I was not on my game tonight. We took our training sessions seriously at Mardoes RFC. Train hard, fight easy was our coach's favourite motto and for the training session prior to a game the team were expected to run through drills as if they were playing the actual game! It certainly worked because no other team in our league could touch us.

Get a grip, Steve! I cursed to myself. I had been like it all day. Just what the hell was wrong with me?! I just hadn't been able to concentrate on anything since waking up on the morning before last when....you know............

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"See you later honey, love you loads." Rhian had smiled sweetly as she blew a kiss from the bedroom door. She had showered, dressed and finished her modest breakfast all before seeing fit to snip the tape she had skillfully applied to my wrists the previous night. I'd had no option but to lie there and listen to her bustling about getting ready. Now she was off to work and it had been left to me to tease away the remainder of the tape myself! The front door had slammed as I wrestled awkwardly with the sticky and by now, twisted gaffer tape. Damn! This was trickier than I would have thought....and, furthermore, I needed to get free soon because I had to get myself ready for work too!

It would be fair to say that I felt confused, shocked and a more than a little nervous about what seemed to have taken place during the night. I would never, in a month of Sundays, have believed that my happy, modest and extremely 'conventional' wife could have thought to do such an extreme thing. She certainly hadn't hung around that morning to discuss it. In addition to this little perplexity I was even more perturbed by the undeniable realisation that I had actually enjoyed it! In fact, I had felt more excited and turned-on that I could have imagined possible. What kind of pervert did that make me?

Having eventually freed myself painfully from the clinging tape I had stepped gingerly over to the dressing table mirror to observe for myself Rhi's bathrobe belt that had pressed so relentlessly into my mouth throughout the night. Just how had I managed to sleep with this thing on, I will never know? And why had Rhi made me wear it? It wasn't as if I was going to chat away all night! From the mirror a tousled haired man stared back at me wild-eyed and disbelieving: his lips cleaved apart by a thick and tight band of white toweling material. Jeez, I had to admit it looked kinda good! Shameful for a grown man but good. But, again, why the hell did this turn me on?

Removing my gag brought a sudden shock as I fingered gently the red wheals evident on both sides of my mouth. Shit! I thought. I have to report for work in forty minutes and I'm exhibiting the accusing marks of something having been tied around my mouth! What would the Forestry guys make of it? That I was some kind of freak? I hastily set about rubbing my face to see if I could get them to fade...

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"Ok! That's enough for tonight guys." Rob, our coach, concluded. "Team sheet will be up in the club house first thing in the morning. Steve, can I have a word?"

He didn't need to explain. I was dropped for Saturday's match, not even selected on the bench.

"Take the day off Saturday, Steve. You've started every game this season: it won't do any harm to sit this one out."

I didn't need to go and shower with the other guys back at the clubhouse as I had ran the mile or so to the ground from our house. I would shower when I got home. I also wished to avoid the banter I would surely endure after my slipshod display.

"Good session?" Rhian enquired as she met me in the hall.

"Not that great, no." I replied kissing her.

We hadn't talked about the tying up incident at all. I'd kind of wanted to and yet [i]not[/i] wanted to - if you know what I mean. Rhi was still busy as hell at work. So was I for that matter. But I just needed to get my head around the bizarre feelings that had been awakened in me. For instance, had they always been there? Lying dormant, maybe? Rugby-playing, tough Welsh guys who earned their living by getting their hands dirty just didn't allow their wives to tie them up! If anyone was going to be tied-up it would be THE GIRL. Period!

And it wasn't as if I wasn't used to ropes! Worked with them everyday. Knew how to tie bowline knots and a fair few more complicated ones. I'd never thought of rope as anything other than a work tool.

Life had carried on pretty much as usual. An unholy alliance of long work hours, sport and Rhi's menstrual cycle meant that we had not enjoyed any sex since that night. Tomorrow was Friday. Fridays are significant in our lives as we reserve it solely for ourselves. That's to say - no family commitments, parties, rugby, horse riding, motor bikes, pubs. Nada. All that stuff happens every other evening of the week - Friday night is just for us.

Showered, dressed and smelling like the manly hunk I hoped I could be for my wife I joined Rhi in the kitchen to assist with supper.

"Good news, husband," she joked as I came up behind and nuzzled her neck, "I seem to be done with my period. So tomorrow..." she squirmed round to face me and breathed in a husky voice. "Tomorrow...means...." I kissed her. I would have swept her upstairs at that very moment but Rhi took her cooking seriously.

"Down boy!" she teased, pushing me away a little reluctantly. "We'll get round to that soon enough. Go and get two beers out of the fridge."

Dinner was only disturbed by two phone calls from the central midwifery exchange which Rhi dutifully took. I was used to these calls. I was also used to the fact that, very often, Rhi would have to fetch her coat and go out to visit an inexperienced mum-to-be who was convinced that her labour was commencing. This evening, however, she was able to deal with the issues over the telephone.

"So, I've been thinking." Rhi said as we settled down to digest our meal. "About tomorrow, Steve. Last week we did what you wanted to do so tomorrow night it must be my turn, right?"

I nodded. "Sure honey, whatever you fancy doing." We had an agreement that whoever's turn it was to decide the evening's entertainment, the other partner would comply. To her credit Rhi had fkept her side of the bargain resolutely - even when it meant her sitting through some pretty masculine movies or, worse, Friday evening Rugby!

"Well, I rather think I would like to watch a DVD here at home. You ok with that?"

"Sure. What film did you have in mind?"

"Before I tell you Steve, do you promise that you will do everything I ask...?" she looked at me slyly.

With some mild objections I reluctantly agreed. I asked what the film was to be.

"Mean Girls." she said, seemingly without irony.

"Oh! Crap!" I moaned, "A girly film, Rhi. You're going to make me sit quietly through a girly film?"

"Yes." Rhian smiled, "Oh, yes!"

Just great!

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My mind was back to something approaching its normal level of performance on Friday and I managed to get through work without accidentally sawing through any limbs or falling out of any trees.

"What you doing with Rhi tonght?" Daf my co-worker asked, "You out somewhere nice?"

"Naw, just a film and a bottle of wine, Daf". Rhi fancies an evening in after the tough week she's had."

"She's a cracking lass, that one!" Daf reminded me. "Don't piss her off, Steve!" he joked, "She'll have you dangling by your balls from the nearest tree!"

The guys laughed. So did I. Everyone was somehow connected in the village. If it wasn't overt familial connection then it was likely you had, at the very least, gone to the same school as someone. Or someone's brother, sister, aunt, uncle etc., One thing I had discovered early on was that nearly everyone knew and loved Rhi. I'd even met some of her childhood sweethearts from way back. They were all very friendly and welcoming to me and had become my pals too.

I couldn't help noticing that whenever someone greeted me when I was out on my own they would always ask after my wife and whether she was looking after me ok. Some went so far as to ask jokey questions such as, "Rhian keeping you on a tight leash, is she?" or "I rang your house earlier to see if you wanted to go for a pint but Rhi said you were a bit tied up." I'd never quite understood what they meant...

Rhi had texted me a couple of times that day. Her most recent text was to remind me to collect some logs and kindling from the village hardware store.

dont 4get 2 pick up order from Jefferies x

Ironic that I worked each day sawing wood but could not burn anything until it had been seasoned.

Ok. Got that. I texted back.

I loved Jefferies Ironmongery. You could literally purchase anything from them! Cooking pots, paraffin, wallpaper paste, ladders, rugs. They had everything and personal service to boot! I never visited a chain store if I could help it.

Phil Jefferies and his wife Adele smiled as I walked into the store tinkling their bell.

"How's life, Steve?" Phil asked and I got to telling him about being dropped from the team for Saturday. We chatted for some while before, eager to start my weekend with my darling wife, I made my excuses and went to shift our order into the back of the Land Rover.

Three bags of logs, box of kindling and...FOUR rolls of washing line...? Hmmm. "Phil, you sure Rhian didn't just mean ONE roll of washing line?" I asked in all innocence.

Phil seemed to be preoccupied with checking stock all of a sudden.

"Er, no Steve. It's the correct order." Adele replied without looking me in the eye.

[i]Okay[/i], I thought. [i]Weird[/i].

Our evening started with a shared shower. The weeks mental grime and frustration would simply swirl away downwards into God knows where - the centre of the world perhaps. Washing each other intimately was also a good start to the evening's entertainment, if you know what I mean.

"There's no need for you to get dressed, Steve." Rhi advised as I hunted for boxers.

Wow! I turned to look at her. She herself had donned one of her many tight and cropped white t-shirts. If you knew her you would know that she looks ridiculously sexy in them! The contours of her pert breasts always neatly outlined and her hard, dark nipples pushed tight against the cotton. Her flat sexy tummy lay exposed to just about below her navel. The V of her crotch was covered by a pair of white panties.

"You won't need any clothes tonight." she confirmed quietly. I stood up to look at her, my member starting a slow, lazy rise. "And I don't suppose you're hungry right now, either?" Rhi chuckled.

She walked slowly over to me and we kissed.

"Remember, Steve, my turn to decide what we do tonight." I nodded dumbly. I had no idea what she had in mind but it sure sounded better than watching "Mean Girls"!

Without taking her eyes from mine she reached for her panties and, very gracefully, pulled them off. Oh Boy! My shaft was now standing to full attention!

With one slender hand she reached for my head and kissed me very gently. I went as if to hold her...

"No. Leave your arms by your sides."

A little confused I did as she commanded. Looking into my face she brought her panties up to my mouth.

"Open your mouth. No, wider." Slowly but deftly she pushed the white panties right into my gaping mouth, packing the corners with the soft material before bringing my lips together.

"Shhhhh." she whispered, planting a loving kiss on my lips. "Just make sure they stay in there until I say, ok?"

I nodded dumbly, stupefied with arousal.

She led me over to our bed and put me to kneel down just in front of it. On the bed I could see lengths of soft, whitish rope....wait a minute, where did that come from..? Oh! But what were the for?

"Mmmmf?

Rhian didn't answer my query but simply selected a line of rope. She must have cut these lengths just now whilst I was finishing up in the shower! I watched in a sultry stupor as she doubled the line of rope and pulled it tight. It made a slight hiss as she pulled it through her palm.

"Now put your hands behind your back." she commanded.

I leant forward onto the bed as my wife pulled my arms up into a slightly uncomfortable W shape behind my back. What little alarm I registered through the increasingly damp panties fell on deaf ears as I experienced a shocking restriction of wrist movement. A soft hiss and swish of cord and a final abrupt tug signaled my unmanly capitulation and shame. My wife reached over me to select more rope. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my ragged breathing. I imagined that my rapid heart beat must have been transmitting through the mattress to the very bed-frame itself!

Rhi pulled me off the bed and looped her next coil of rope around my chest - but not my arms. This was somehow fastened behind my back to my wrists and pulled breathlessly tight. Aowwmmmf!

Another line of cord now got picked off the mattress. Fed through my arms and now both biceps circled and trapped. Somewhere the three cords were linked together and conjoined. Pinioned, my wrists and arms might as well have not been there such was their use to me now. As turned-on as I felt, I still retained enough rational sensibility to marvel at how a length of rope, well-applied, could leave a man...well, un-manned!

"Ok, get up boyo." Rhian commanded.

My dodgy right knee clicked as I pushed myself into standing position.

"We'll have to get that knee seen to, cariad." Rhi said, momentarily reverting to Nurse-mode.

I turned to follow her, stark bollock-naked and tightly bound. I knew the front door was double-locked, the curtains drawn and the telephone disconnected. I was hers tonight.

She led me down the stairs very slowly and carefully, entreating me to take my time. It was all well and good that she was taking such great care - although keeping her hand around my rock-hard cock the whole way down certainly didn't help my concentration!

We entered the lounge without incident where Rhi put my to lie face down on the big sofa over which a Welsh-wool blanket had been thrown. The heating was on and a fire blazed in the grate so there was no chance I was going to freeze in my nude state.

Positioned prone on the sofa nearly brought me to climax. Jeez, bad idea to let that happen right now! I shifted to one side to alleviate the pressure.

"What's wrong?" Rhi asked.

"Nnnuulluuukkaeemmmm!"

"Oh! Did you?" she smiled. "I can fix that."

She walked back into the room carrying a thin scarf. From my embarrassing position curled up on the sofa with my penis exposed I watched entranced as he knelt in front of my and...started to wrap the thin material around my balls! I couldn't quite comprehend what she was doing: which seemed to entail doing to my tesicles what she had already done to my wrists and arms. She concluded the tying process with a loop round the base of my engorged cock and a tight knot.

"There! That should keep you under control, husband! Now back on your front."

"Mmmmff!"

What occurred next was the systematic and thorough trussing of my muscular, rugby-player's legs at ankles and, surprisingly, knees. There was no slack. I was as roped and helpless as a young calf readied for branding. Rhi stood there staring down at me. The room was charged with an unusual sexual tension now. It was as if we were both connected at some primeval level, captor and captured. The very air between us seemed to engender its own crackle of sexual energy. I knew that Rhi felt it too.

With an effort she dragged her eyes from my inert form, shook her head and left the room. I heard her skip upstairs. I had no wish to move lest I disturb the delicate equilibrium of my juices once again. The cock and ball binding may work but I was none too convinced. If I had looked up to the little side table abutting the head of the sofa I might have noticed, in addition to the tv remote, a bottle of wine, a wine glass (just the one!), one roll of wide medical micro-porous adhesive tape and one roll of narrow surgical tape and a squishy yellow rubber ball perhaps a tad smaller than a tennis ball. But I didn't observe these things just then, being more concerned with Rhian's return.

It didn't take long. She breezed in wearing a short summer 'maternity' type dress over her t-shirt.

"Just incase I have to answer the front door..." she explained, as I studied her.

She certainly seemed to have recovered a little of her controlled poise as she knelt in front of the tv and inserted a disc into the DVD player. I stared in awe and love at my beautiful wife.

"Ok, budge up, honey." she encouraged as she stood by her intended place at the head of the sofa. After some twisting and turning and grunting I found myself lying supine with my head in her lip. I looked up at her lovely face (even the inside of her nose looked cute!) as she fingered the remote.

"You ok?"

I nodded.

"Like some wine?"

I nodded again.

I watched as she carefully poured a glass of white wine and took a sip. Swallowing the delicious liquid down she sighed contentedly before taking another, longer swig. This time she didn't swallow but held the volume in her mouth. I guessed what she was going to do as we had done it once or twice before - before I had any concept of what it was like to be tied. With her left hand on my forehead she pulled away the gagging panties with her other hand before leaning over me and pressing her lips to my open mouth. She let the tart, warmed-up liquid trickle slowly into my mouth as I gratefully swallowed small quantities taking care not to let it go down the wrong way.

"Nice?" she smiled.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "Can I have some more?"

"Sorry honey, not for a little while."

She turned to examine the contents of the side table. "I'm going to need to gag your mouth now. Be a brave boy for me."

She reached over to the table and collected the yellow rubber ball. She gave it a couple of squeezes.

I stared at its circumference, instinctively knowing its intended purpose.

"No, Rhi! Please."

"We don't want the whole neighbourhood to hear, do we?" she smiled as she squidged the ball tightly. "Besides, I think you look really cute gagged".

My cock twitched at her words, I had never felt such urgent eroticism.

She recovered the damp panties and wrapped them around the ball. I watched like a doomed prisoner condemned to walk the fated plank. I scarcely had time to dwell on the inevitable outcome as Rhian squashed the pantie-covered sphere and presented it to my lips.

Never one to stand on ceremony she shoved the whole mass straight in, establishing a secure resting place deep within my oral cavity. Expanded to its correct size the thing filled my mouth. Mild panic gave way to intense humiliation as I comprehended my new condition. However, the embarrassment was as nothing compared to the overpowering turn-on at having been thus invaded. My body convulsed within the strict parameters of my restraints.

Not done with stuffing my mouth, Rhi now had the thin roll of surgical tape in her hands and was expertly releasing the loose end. A ripping sound accompanied her bold pull as she tore away a ten inch length. Holding the lose end to my left cheek she guided the narrow tape over my open mouth pushing the ball even deeper. I panicked a little as I realised I would not be able to eject the massive stuffing. However, Rhi took no notice. Lifting my head very professionally she took the roll around the other cheek before passing it to her other hand. The circling action was repeated. Two loops seem to satisfy her, whereupon she cut the tape and returned the roll to the table.

My mouth felt acutely distorted from the cleaving tape. "Hhhwwffff!"

"It's alright. It will feel a little odd at first."

"Affffmmm!"

It was then I noticed the big, wide roll of white microfoam tape (I had worn it enough times for rugby injuries - only I had never seen tape quite as wide. I was fully aware of its sticking properties!). I couldn't believe there was more tape involved as she fiddled with the end and pulled off a generous length.

"Ok, you're not nearly gagged enough for my liking. Shall we make it a proper gag?" she asked with a slight raise of her eyebrows as she positioned the massive tape a few inched above my face. "Try to close your mouth around that thin tape as much as you can. Yes, that's it. Now keep your lips together like that."

Feeling acute shame I averted my stare. The cool, wide tape descended carefully to my face. Same as before, held on cheek whilst the roll was looped tightly around my mouth and head. Four or five loops (I lost count), some taken high to the crown of my head which meant both ears covered in the clingy elastic material. My whole face and head encased...

"Good. That's...really good."

"Mmmmm..." I tried a small mew. Pathetic.

Rhi ran her hands tenderly over my mouth and face making sure the tape was stuck to every contour and that my nostrils were clear.

"Look at me," she commanded quietly. I couldn't. "Steve, look at me," she reiterated a little more assertively.

I dragged my eyes to hers feeling as if my face was on fire. She had an altogether more intense look about her than I could ever remember."

"I've been wanting to do that for ages." she breathed. "Now, turn onto your front. I'll help you."

With some assistance from Rhi I flipped myself over and came to rest with my face buried deep into her warm, damp crotch. I couldn't move. I had been rendered powerless and mute.

Her musky sex smell filled my senses, recharging my overheating desires to dangerous levels. God! How I ached for her! Was it at all possible, I wondered, to die of desire?

She lifted my lolling head a little in order to fetch the hem of her thin dress down over my head. She then pulled me face-first, deep into the soft, steamy valley of her lap. I mewed with weak frustration, close to tears.

"There, there..." she very quietly, and yet cruelly, comforted me whilst caressing my hair.

"Bad Rhian just needs to watch this little film."

I felt her trained fingers trace the length of my nuclear hot shaft and her voice breathe close to my ear.

"And then, cariad?" almost whispering. "She's going to bonk your brains out."
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Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:41 am

This is writing of a high standard, thank you. It's good to have the incidental details included, it makes the story-telling more realistic by putting the life of the narator in context.
Diolch.
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Pentre (Village) Ff/m

Postby milagros317 » Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:57 am

Wonderful story. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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