Finally home. I bent down to remove my shoes. I would have about an hour until Bina would be here. I always missed her during the day and couldn’t wait for her to come home. I could make her dinner. I jumped and shrieked when she suddenly whispered in my ear. I didn’t expect her to be at home so early. Wasn’t she at work?
When I opened my mouth to ask her, she put a finger on my lips.
“Shh …!”
She pulled a ball gag from … (from where did she pull it?!) and it dangled from her finger. She turned me around and fastened the ball gag.
“You shouldn’t speak now. Just get rid of your clothes!”
I nodded and started to undress.
“Slowly!”
I nodded again. What would she do today?
The moment I was naked, she pulled me into our bedroom and pushed me on the bed. She cuffed me to the bed, using the restraints. No time for the ropes today? I chuckled.
Bina took her clothes off. She climbed on the bed and, standing over me, started to touch herself. I moaned. I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. I didn’t just want to watch—but I also wanted to watch more than anything else. She stroked her vulva. She moaned. I saw how aroused she was—her yoni all glistening and swollen. She squatted, right above my face. I wished I could touch her with my tongue! But the gag was in my way. I moaned and struggled, but the restraints wouldn’t let go. Now, it was Bina’s turn to chuckle. She sat down on the gag and rubbed herself against it. She moaned quicker and quicker and I moaned with her. One of her hands went towards my wet yoni. And while she kept rubbing her sweet spot against the gag, she circled mine with her finger. I almost couldn’t take it anymore when Bina came, moaning so loud she almost screamed. And I came with her.
Bina removed the gag and kissed me. We embraced each other and fell asleep, still kissing.