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VACATION BOUND
by bound bob
Why are the days just prior to vacation so stressful? It seems every timewe are going on vacation my wife and I fight. Work always seems to get mostunbearable right before vacation too. Our most recent vacation was no exception.Both the Mrs. and myself were working 12 hour days just so we could go on athree day vacation.
The evening before we were to depart for a three-day vacation on the rockycoast of Maine my wife and I got into an argument over money. These days moneyalways seems to be tight. In our household my wife is pretty much in chargeand that goes for all our money matters too. I cannot remember when was thelast time I saw my pay check. Our argument ended when I said something I hadno right to say and although I apologized immediately, I already knew I wasgoing to get the silent treatment. All I didn't know was how long she wouldbe angry with me. I had hoped it would not be the entire vacation.
My wife and I do not have your normal relationship; in fact I have no wordsto describe it. She is a very dominant and strong-willed woman. I am sexuallysubmissive and have a very kinky streak running through me. She is defiantlythe boss in the family although she would never call herself a Domme or Mistress.Since I am sexually submissive she has become very sexually dominant. Sex isall about her, which pleases me to no end. I confided in my wife my sexuallikes and fetishes and introduce her to the joys of scarf bondage, strap-onsand spankings. I do the cooking, dishes, laundry (not the ironing), most ofthe driving and shopping, I massage her entire body, give her pedicures. Avanilla couple would probably call us a BDSM couple while a BDSM couple maycall us vanilla.
We have been going to Maine every year for the past 20 years. We alwaysstay at the same hotel, which is made up of very nice individual cabins. Backingthe cabins is a thick grove of pine trees. A path through these trees leadsto the rocky cliffs and the Atlantic Ocean. At night you can hear the wavescrash on the rocks and the distant mournful wail of a foghorn.
We like to start the 6-hour drive to Maine at 1:00 a.m. It is so much easiergetting through the traffic of the New Jersey/ New York metropolitan area duringthis time. I awoke from a short nap at midnight and took a shower. When I gotout of the shower, my wife was in her shower. On our bed she had laid out theclothes I was to wear on the trip. On top of the clothes was an emerald greenthong we had purchased from Victoria Secret. I knew then she was still angrywith me. The thong was the largest size Victoria Secret sells but it was stilltoo small for me. The material was the silkiest I have ever felt of any woman'spanties, but the tightness of the thong and it riding deep into my butt crackwill make the drive an extremely uncomfortable one. I counted my blessingsthat she had not laid out the butt-plug.
I put the thong on but hesitated to rub my fingers over the silkiness. Thenthe polo shirt and jeans followed. I loaded up our large suitcase in the car.Next came our 'toy bag', which I wondered what she had packed in it. Afterloading a few extraneous items, I sat in the car and waited for my wife. Itwas 12:52 a.m.
At 1:00 on the dot my wife came out the door carrying her oversized pocketbookand secured the front door. She had something else in her hand but in the darknessI could not make out what it was.
As she entered the car I could see it was several scarves and a pair ofher satin panties.
"I am still very angry with you and have decided you need to be punished",she said curtly.
Pulling the panties out of the pile she said, "Open wide". I did and shestuffed the large satin panties deep into my mouth. They had a very heavy muskysmell to them.
"I wore these to work two days ago and then masturbated with them stillon", she said with an evil chuckle.
Next she cleave gagged me very tightly with a red silk scarf shoving thepanties even deeper. I did not protest because I knew it would just make herangrier but I was riddled with fear. My wife and I are at opposite ends ofthe spectrum about play in public areas or play where you have a chance ofgetting caught. My wife loves to do things to me in a public area and I justfeel like I want to wither up and die rather than get caught.
Next came a beige oblong silk scarf, which she tied wide over my mouth,panties and cleave gag. She then taped a set of bright red paper lips wheremy mouth was.
"Hands at 9 and 3", she commanded as she pulled out another beige scarfwhich was one of my favorites because it was 12 inches wide and 70 inches long.She leaned across my body and started wrapping my left hand to the steeringwheel at the 9:00 position. It was then I first smelled the perfume she hadon. It was the perfume she always wore when we would play and/or have sex.That scent I associated so much with sex that I start to get erect just froma whiff of it. I had a problem at work a little while back when a very prettynew co-worker had worn that scent. It affected me so much, I asked her to stopwearing it due to an allergic reaction I was getting from it.
As she continued to lash my left hand to the wheel I noticed what she waswearing. Again she dressed to arouse me. A white silk blouse and leather skirtwith black stockings and of course a royal blue and red silk scarf that I knewwas a 42-inch square type. Even before my wife knew me she always loved towear scarves. It was what first caught my interest in her.
When she was done with my left hand all I could move was my pinky and Irealized I could still operate the turn signals on the car with it. The restof my hand and fingers were cocooned in a web of silk to the steering wheel;I could not move any of it.
Next came the sister scarf to tie my right hand to the wheel. My right handwas totally encased in the almost six foot long scarf so that I could not evenmove my pinky. While I sat there being placed in bondage in my driveway I imaginedall my neighbors were peering out their windows at us. This was going to bea long trip.
She turned the key in the ignition and the car came to life. Next she turnedon the lights and waited for me to step on the brake. She glared at me waitingwith her hand on the gearshift that was on the floor between us. I alreadyfelt like the thong was trying to saw through my sphincter. I finally realizedwhat she was waiting for; I really did not believe she expected me to drivelike this. I placed my foot on the brake and she put the car in reverse. Igave the car a little gas and we started out of our driveway. Our trip hadbegun.
Our trip ended about twenty feet later as I found it impossible to makethe turn completely out of the driveway with my hands tied the way they were.The Mrs. threw the car into park with several expletives erupting from herred lipstick rimmed mouth.
She sat there for a few seconds studying my hands and the wheel and orderedme to turn the wheel left as far as I could go and then right. Then she untiedmy right hand. She then tied one end of the scarf to the wheel at the 3:00position. Then she feed about six inches of scarf from the wheel to my wristand tied the scarf around my wrist. She then began to wrap my hand like a mummybut leaving my thumb exposed. With the last bit of scarf she wrapped my thumbseparately and tied the end off. It was like I was wearing a tight fittingmitten.
She threw the car into reverse once more and this time I was able to finishthe turn to get out of the driveway although it was not without difficulty.She put the car in drive. "Now drive you bastard! And that hand better nottouch anything but wheel. You don't want to piss me off anymore then I am".I drove to the end of our street and turned right. Again the turn was hardbut doable.
I wove my way through the mostly deserted back roads and eventually cameto the New Jersey Turnpike entrance. For the first time in my life I was gladwe had EZ-pass. It was something I did not want. I always felt it was too muchin the direction of 'big brother' but my wife insisted so we have it. If wedid not have EZ-pass there would have been no way I could have used the tollroads bound like this and our trip would have been extremely long to avoidall the toll roads. I headed north on the turnpike.
I exited the turnpike at exit 11 and jumped on to the Garden State Parkway.Even at this hour in the morning the parkway was fairly busy but nothing likerush hour. I started to worry what I would look like if anyone looked my way.Going through the many toll plazas was nerve racking for me since they arewell lit and even with EZ-pass you still have to slow down.
As we passed through the last toll on the parkway, my wife reached intoher purse and pulled out one of her favorite toys. It was a small slim pinkvibrator that had just the right pitch to the vibration to send my wife intoorgasmic pleasures. She hikes up her leather skirt and slipped the toy betweenher black-laced panties. The vibrator hummed to life and I had a real hardtime keeping my eyes on the highway. My cock started to get hard and strainedagainst the tightness of the thong. Driving was becoming very difficult tosay the least.
My wife is one of the quiet types that don't really make any noise whenshe cums. After twenty plus years of marriage however I can tell by her breathingwhen she has an orgasm. As her breathing changed and she was cumming my cockgrew even harder and sitting in the driver's seat in a thong with a raginghard-on was becoming almost impossible.
After my wife had satisfied herself she took the vibrator and ran it undermy nose. Her juices clung to my mustache hairs and I would smell her scentall the way to Maine. I didn't think I was going to make it.
The Mrs. glanced over at me and smiled at my growing discomfort. "Here letme help you with that", she said with an evil grin as she reached for my zipper.She began to pull my zipper down and ran into trouble, so she started releasingmy belt then unbuttoned my jeans. She then finished working the zipper allthe way down revealing a silky emerald green bulge. I felt like my cock wasgoing to break in half due to the tightness of the thong. She rubbed the silkybulge with her hand cooing, "poor baby that looks painful".
To my temporary relief she released my erection from its silken prison andalso pulled my balls out of the pouch. She then pulled out a thin pink andlime green scarf that was three feet long. It was the type of scarf that alot of young women used as belts nowadays. She started to wrap the silky materialtightly around my balls. She was cinching the knot as we passed through theTappan Zee tollbooth. I prayed to god that I was not speeding enough throughthe toll for them to send a cop after me. I don't even remember going overthe bridge. It was 2:18 a.m.
She left me alone then for a while because she knew half the time I madethe wrong turn when the highway splits up ahead and I find myself heading towardsNew York City. I was not going to miss it and cost me more time. I wanted outof this as soon as I can.
Once I merged on to a nearly deserted route 684, my lovely but evil wifepulled from her purse my stroke scarf. It is a scarf she used to wear priorto me being in her life. It's a rose and cream colored scarf made out of somekind of incredible polyester. I have no idea what the scarf is made of butthe feel of it is the best thing I ever rubbed against. I have never been ableto find any other scarf that feels like it does. When it began to fray my wifegave the scarf to me for those times that I take matters into my own hand.You see in our house there are two types of scarves, those my wife wears andthose we play with and she never mixes the two.
My erection had subsided some as I had navigated my way past 287 and WhitePlains. The Mrs. reached over and wrapped the scarf around my semi-erect cockand began to slowly stroke it. It was not long before I was hard as a rockand ever so slightly shifting my hips to the rhythm of her stroke. My wifeknows me as well as I know her and as I was about to hit the point of no returnshe stopped. I whimpered into my gag as she laughed. "You didn't really thinkI was going to let you cum, did you?" I pathetically humped the air hopingfor a miracle.
The panties stuffed into my mouth had compacted with my saliva giving mea little room in my mouth. My left elbow was aching since I have not reallybeen able to flex it since we started. The thong back is still sawing its waythrough my sphincter. I was dying to pull it out. My balls were throbbing dueto no relief as much as due to them being bound. I imagined that they werepurple, swollen and pulsating. I was driving through Danbury; it was 2:58 a.m.Halfway there; I'll never make it.
Every time my erection would start to go down she would stroke it back tolife. Pre-cum had started to leak and some got on her hand. "Ew", she saidin mock disgust as she wiped the cum on my face. Every time she touched mycock I was begging into my gag. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as we rolledpast Hartford. I truly believed I would go insane before we hit Maine. It was3:45 a.m.; I was making damn good time.
My wife laid off my cock for a while as I ate up the miles on 84. Just pastStorrs my wife announced that she had to use the little girl's room soon. Ihad not thought about that but I guess I could go too. There was not anotherrest stop until the Mass. Turnpike.
I worried as we drew within sight of the entrance to the Mass. Pike. Thereseemed to be a line waiting to enter in that too well lit toll plaza. I wassweating from all the stress my body was under and again I thought how I wouldlook to others that might glace my way. My fears were unfounded as I got upto the toll plaza there was one easy pass lane clogged by a truck but anotherone was free and clear. In no time I bought the car up to 70 mph and had tostart slowing down to enter the turnpike rest stop. I parked in an empty partof the parking lot and my wife hopped from the car and started walking quicklytowards the restaurant and restrooms. In her right hand she held the car keysand pushed the lock button as she continued to walk. "No", my mind screamed. "Shecan't leave me here!" I started to cry, I had looked forward to being ableto stretch my legs and relieve my bladder. It was 4:13 a.m.
I got control of myself and began to look around at my surroundings. Whatif someone should park near me? I'm bound to my steering wheel, gagged, wearingwomen's panties and my cock hanging out for all to see; what a sight I wouldbe. Just then a state trooper's car pulled into the lot and slowly cruisedby me. I put my head down as far as it would go and squeezed my eyes shut tight. "Pleasedon't stop here", I prayed. I waited for the tap of a flashlight on my windowbut it never came. I looked up and there was no trooper car in sight. I hadalmost peed myself and now my bowls are much looser too. I saw my wife carryinga bottle of Diet Coke as she walked back to the car.
"Miss me?" She chuckled as she got back into the car and started it up.She put it in drive and said, "you better hurry daylight is coming soon". Igunned the car on to the entrance ramp and headed east on the turnpike. Itwas 4:28 a.m.
I exited the turnpike at Worcester and got on to route 290. Through Worcestershe started stroking my cock again. All I could do was whimper, much to herdelight.
290 merged into 495, which in turn merged into 95. Traffic was picking upas people made their way into Boston for work. The Mrs. continued my torture.
Two different thoughts struck terror into me at the same moment as we werecrossing into New Hampshire. One was the lone toll plaza on 95 in New Hampshiredid not have EZ-pass and two we were driving on fumes. I needed gas now. Itwas 5:11 a.m. as I took the last exit in New Hampshire before the toll.
I pulled into an abandoned gas station passing two others that had activity.I pulled forward to the pump furthest from the store. Thank god for self serve.I sat there and turned to my wife. "We need gas! I suppose you think I'll untieyou? Forget it but be sure you will pay for making me pump gas!"
Our car has a release lever that is under my seat. You need to pull thatlever to get at the gas cap. My wife got out of her side of the car and walkaround to my side to open my door. She bent to reach the lever and pulled itbut instead of pumping gas she took my hard cock into her mouth and startedto suck. Talk about pleasure and pain, plus I could see the attendant watchingus from the store window. "Do you folks need any help", his voice boomed overa speaker. My wife got up and waved him off with a pleasant smile. She thenused her ATM card to start pumping gas into the car. As she was filling thetank a car pulled into the next series of pumps. This was too close for comfort.The guy had a clear shot at me through the car window. It seemed like foreverto fill our tank. Once done she left me out there in the open, as she wentinto the store. I stared at the other car but luckily the guy had no interestin us. My wife came back out carrying another Diet Coke and got back in thecar. I just sat there and stared at her. "What? Sorry but I need to wash thepenis breath away", she laughed. She started the car and put it into drive.I headed towards route 1 north and Portsmouth. It was 5:38 a.m.
My left arm seemed to be numb. Every inch of my body seemed to be screamingin pain. Luckily my wife gave my cock a break. Maybe she felt the distressI was in. I needed a bathroom, now.
In Portsmouth I picked up 95 again and soon crossed the Piscataqua Riverinto Maine. We were now cruising past the shopping outlets on the Maine Turnpike.It was 5:48 a.m.
Right before the first toll plaza we exit the turnpike and go north on routeone. Again my wife lets me alone as we travel up one. She is too busy seeingwhat had changed since our last visit. Soon we turn off one and go on severalwinding roads till at last we reach the resort compound.
I drive right up to our cabin. It's the same cabin we always chose. We havebeen in all the cabins and this is the one we think is the best. It also happensto be the closest to the water. We are friends with the owners so we know thatthey have left us the key under the mat since its 6:15 in the morning and theoffice will not be open for quite some time.
I sit as patiently as I can waiting for her to untie me. As tears start wellingup in my eyes, she smiles at me and starts to untie my right hand. "I hopeyou have learned your lesson", she says sternly as she releases my left hand.Pain shoots across my chest as I move my left arm. "Well go on and do whatyou have to do. But hurry it up and unload this car".
I get out of the car as quickly as my very stiff body will allow. I grabhold of my pants to keep them up while I am hanging out and still have a scarftied around my balls. I'm still gagged too but I don't care. I have one thingon my mind and that is to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. The keyis under the mat and I unlock the door and rush to the bathroom. "You betternot cum!" She shouts as I finally dig the thong from my ass cheeks.
When I come out of the bathroom my wife is standing there with the toy bagin hand. "Don't just stand there, get the suitcase".
I stare at her for a moment longer and realized she has no intention of removingthe gag. I hurry out to the car and drag the over sized case into the cabin.We love this cabin. It rustic but has all the conveniences too. I like it becausethe furniture and open beams give us many ways in which to tie me. From thebathroom she shouts, "Strip!"
I quickly remove my clothes, including the dreaded thong. I am left withthe scarf around my balls and the gag. My wife comes out of the bathroom wearingher black leather open breast bustier, black stockings and her Terra Firmaharness with her new Feeldoe attached. She is carrying several scarves too.
She grabs me by my hair and bends me over the foot of the bed. My arms areroughly pulled behind me and tied tightly in place by a scarf. She kicks mylegs apart to spread them wide then ties my ankles to their respective footposts. She had already lubed the dildo and just violently enters my ass withit. It hurt like hell and I screamed into my gag. Don't get me wrong, I'm novirgin when it comes to being a bend over husband but the hours of the thongcutting into me left the backdoor raw. So though it was all pleasure as shepounded me. Her hips slapping at my ass cheeks. I could tell she was closeto cumming. She reached between my legs and with her still lubed hand startedto stroke my rock hard staff. We both came at the same time. I was screaminginto my gag as my wife continued to milk every ounce out of me.
"That's for making me pump gas you bastard!"
I make a mental note to have her pump more gas.
What a way to start a vacation!
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