I arrived home from a half’s day work to an empty house. It was almost half past noon on a Friday. Every other Friday Mrs. Peg has an afternoon get together with some of the other ladies in the neighborhood. This week it happened to coincide with my taking the afternoon off. It wasn’t planned that way; in fact, had I remembered that this was the week that Mrs. Peg had her get together I may have stayed at work. I have much more fun when she is home.
I went to the kitchen and noticed a small yellow Fiesta plate on the island with a note tented up behind it. Beside the note sat a glass of water. The note said “Take this,” with an arrow pointing to a small white pill sitting on a square piece of cardstock in the middle of the plate. I immediately recognized the pill.
About a year and half ago I had a rather sever back injury that temporarily left me unable to maintain an erection for any length of time. A merciful doctor prescribed this to Viagra-like medicine to give me a little staying power. While I have fully recovered in every sense of the word, I still had a bit of stash. While we are not normally into pharmaceutical play, I will occasionally pop one prior to a pegging session to ensure that I can maintain a rock hard erection throughout. (Sometimes it is difficult to maintain a strong erection during pegging due mostly to being completely overwhelmed with stimulation.)
Obviously Mrs. Peg had some fun planned and she had cancelled her engagement realizing that I was going to be home for the afternoon. I willingly picked up the pill, put it on my tongue and took a swig of water. I was surprised to find the water quite cool. In the spot where the pill had sat was the word “OVER” written in red ink and small enough to be totally obscured by the size of the pill.
I flipped over the card. “INSTRUCTIONS” was written across the top in my wife’s swirly script. Below that it said:
Please go get CLEANED UP. Do NOT get dressed. Be in the bedroom at exactly 1 pm. Thank you for being mine. I love you. -J
By “cleaned up,” Mrs. Peg means fully manscaped. I generally keep my nether regions closely trimmed if not shaved. By implication, Mrs. Peg intended for me to shave everything but a small patch of pubic hair above my cock. She was a not a fan my being shaved completely below the beltline, but she definitely appreciated my balls and ass being hairless. My cock began to harden even before the magic of the pill had its chance to take effect.
Once the pill took over, there would be no turning going soft until I was given the opportunity to come. It was crazy how well the little pills worked. I usually started to feel this “immediacy” in my groin that I can only describe as a sort of anxious feeling and warm feeling. The slightest thought of something sexy, the gentlest touch, and my cock would swell to its maximum hardness and stay that way regardless of where my mind went from there. I could be doing chores (something I have been made to do in such a state) and my cock would remain rigid, ready for whatever use Mrs. Peg had for it, providing I didn’t find release in orgasm. Depending on how long it had been in my system, even an orgasm did not dispel the pills control of my hardness. Mrs. Peg has been able to coax me to my full state of readiness without difficulty if only an hour or two had elapsed from the time the drug started to work. I wondered what type of play she had in store for me today.
I dutifully made my way to the master bath so I could tend to my tasks. Our bedroom is on the second floor of our home at the top of the stairs. It is the first room you hit off a balcony that overlooks our great room. Beyond our door are a linen closet, a full bath, and two more bedrooms. Once inside our bedroom, there is a small hallway that leads to the master bath. The hallway is flanked on either side by hers and his walk-in closets, their doors directly opposite each other. Beyond that are the narrow French doors that open into our bathroom.
I walked down the hall and hooked a left into my closet. I stripped out of my work wear and strode naked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Mrs. Peg wanted me back in the bedroom exactly at 1 Pm. I checked my watch and had about 25 minutes to go. I figured by closing the door, it allowed for more of an “entrance” than just walking through out of the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but figured it deserved a little aire of drama.
I stepped into the shower with my can of shave cream, a fresh razor, and a pair of scissors. The first thing I did was trim my pubic patch to a length that I knew Mrs. Peg would approve of. Then I set about the task of shaving. We have a wall-mounted mirror that can be removed which I intended to use to help me see. I went through all the crazy positions, bending and lifting and squatting and twisting and sitting and relathering and doing all the things I needed to do in order to remove all the hair but the patch above my cock. My thighs are naturally pretty hairless so it doesn’t look bizarre when I am cleanly shaven, just clean.
All my handling of my cock had resulted in a firm and full, medically-induced, raging hardon, complete with bulging veins and pronounced coronal ridge. I rather like my cock when it is erect in all its glory. I think it is nicely shaped, of better than average length and girth, and curved downward just enough to keep it from looking like a pole jutting from my pelvis. I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I had about 4 minutes to go. As I dried off, the anticipation of playing with Mrs. Peg really began to build. Even without the help of the little pill I am sure I would be standing proud and tall given the level of excitement that I was feeling.
At precisely 1pm I flung the double doors open expecting to see Mrs. Peg at the end of the hallway or sprawled out on the bed. To my dismay there was only a wooden chair, turned so the seat was facing away from me. The chair was situated a little more than halfway down the hallway, just beyond the opposing doors to our closets. The back of the chair was facing me and on it was a piece of paper that said “KNEEL” underlined in red with an arrow pointing towards the floor. Apparently it was going to be that kind of play.
I walked the short distance to the chair and knelt on the floor behind it. What I thought was a line underneath the word “KNEEL” were actually more small red block letters, much like those I found under the pill. They read “DON’T TURN AROUND. DON’T SAY A WORD.” My heart skipped as the door to Mrs. Peg’s closet opened behind me. I did as I told and kept silent with my eyes forward.
Two earbuds were fitted into my ears. They were my noise cancelling buds by the feel of them. They are quite good at blocking out any background noise and allow me to really escape into some headspace when I am travelling. Next I felt the fuzzy side of our blindfold was being fitting over my eyes just as my wife’s voice began to speak deep inside my head.
“Love, I need for you to open your mouth so that you can be fitted with a ball gag.” Mrs. Peg must have rehearsed her actions being synced to the recording my ears because her timing was impeccable. I felt the ball gag at my lips, just as I heard these instructions. I opened wide as the silicone ball was fit into my mouth and the strap fastened behind my head. The wires to the buds were kept under the strap effectively ensuring that they would not be pulled inadvertently from my ears.
“Now you need to scoot back some. Carefully stand up. Use the chair if you need to. You should only need to back up about two feet. You will be told when to stop.” I slowly rose to my feet, using the chair for guidance and my hardon bobbing in front of me. Once standing, I began to inch backwards slowly. With the blindfold on, I had no real idea how far I had traveled. I could tell that the recording in my ears was on pause as I resituated myself according to Mrs. Peg’s instructions. Apparently I had reached my new position because I felt a sharp flat sting on my right buttock. I imagined that it was a riding crop that I had been struck with.
The recoding began again. “Spread your legs about shoulder width apart.” Another pause. I did as I was told, finding this type of detatched control highly erotic. I felt a spreader bar being attached to my ankles. The bar effectively kept my legs spread about 24 inches apart. I felt the weight of the bar resting on back ankles on top of the comfortable cushioned cuffs.
“Raise your left arm behind you.” I extended my arm backward and held steady waiting for what was next. A soft cushioned cloth cuff was fastened to my wrist by gloved hands. The cuff felt similar to those on the spreader bar and was quite comfortable. When the hand gripping my wrist released me, I was held by the cuff in that position. It immediately became obvious to me that I had just been restrained with one of our Spreadsheets Door Jam Cuffs. It was now becoming very clear why were playing here in our little hallway with opposing doors.
The Spreadsheets Door Jam Cuffs are ingenious bondage toys that are so simple you almost have to say, “Why didn’t I think of that!” The cuffs themselves are two inches wide, made form plush fabric and are securely fastened with Velcro. They are incredibly comfortable and yet very effective at preventing any early escape. You NEED to have a safe word with these as there is no chance of pulling free. Attached to the cuffs is an 8 inch nylon strap that is itself quite sturdy. At one and a half inches wide, this strap can withstand quite a bit of tugging. I suspect it could even support the weight of an average sized body. The genius of the design, however, is the little plastic tube that the end of the strap is wrapped around. It is just a four and a half inch piece of tubing with rubbery caps on the ends. If it weren’t clear, it would look like the same sort of tubing that waterlines in your home are made from. This tube is meant to be closed on the other side of a door effectively keeping the strap from sliding through and freeing your plaything. They are most effective when used on the outside of a closed door so that the door is pulled against the door jam. I you use them on the inside of a closed door and your plaything pulls too vigorously, you may end up damaging your door. We must caution that due to the effectiveness of these cuffs, you absolute must play nicely and well within the established boundaries of your playmate.
While these cuffs are often portrayed as going over the top of the door, my arm had just been fastened low. This was presumably to keep me from draining all the blood from my arms. We apparently were going to be playing for a while. Given the distance I traveled backwards, I also deduced that Mrs. Peg was using the hinge side of the door to secure the strap. This meant there was no chance that I might access the door handle and simply let myself out of my bonds. “Now your right arm,” I heard my wife’s recorded voice say. I extended my arm back to her. I sensed her slide by me, being careful not to touch me, before securing that cuff as well. I was now completely bound, my ankles held apart by a spreader bar; my arms extended down and outwards at my side, secured at the wrist by the Spreadsheets Door Jam Cuffs; my mouth silenced by a ball gag; and my vision obscured by a blindfold. To complete the control over my senses, Mrs. Peg was controlling what I could hear through her recorded voice and some high-end noise cancelling earbuds. I had a raging hardon and was bursting with anticipation for what lie ahead.
I felt some more movement around me. I was expecting another command, but instead I could sense Mrs. Peg moving about, being careful not to touch me. I was sure to not move so as to avoid any unintended contact. As much as I wanted to feel her, I did not want to ruin her game or incite her wrath. Instead of hearing her voice next, I felt my cock being grabbed firmly by the shaft. Next I felt something cool on the head. A moment later I realized a condom was being rolled onto my cock. I then felt what I can only guess was a Velcro strap being fastened around the base of my cock. Mrs. Peg sometimes used this set up for long prostate milking sessions. The condom caught all my “milk” and the strap made sure the condom did not slide off.
“By now you should be bound, gagged, blindfolded, and sheathed. So I suppose I will let you know what is going on,” the voice in my head said. I noticed the small flub in my wife’s script. She would obviously know if she was done preparing me for our play. Of course, I was in no position, or frame of mind, to point out this slight mistake.
“As you know, every other Friday I have girl’s afternoon out. You chose to take this afternoon off. This left me in a bit of quandary as to what to do with YOU while I am supposed to out with my friends. I really didn’t want you spending the afternoon watching porn and being spent by the time I got back.” So I was in for some playful punishment for being inconsiderate of my wife’s time, it seemed. I could live with that.
“As you also know,” my wife’s voice continued, “Kate is in town.” Kate is Mrs. Peg’s college roommate. She showed up a few days ago, seemingly unannounced, claiming to need a reprieve from the dullness of upstate NY. She had recently broken off her relationship with a long-time “friend with benefits” and just “needed to see something fresh.” So she rented a place out at the beach and was here for an indeterminate amount time; likely it will last until she gets bored here as well.
Kate has a tendency to kick up dust whenever she was in town. After a bit too much wine at dinner a few nights prior she spent an uncomfortable amount of time retelling stories about my wife’s sexual exploits in college. She went into considerable detail telling me about the time my wife blindfolded a boyfriend that really wanted her to swallow his cum. Mrs. Peg was NOT a swallower back then, so Kate stepped in, blew the boyfriend, swallowed his load, and snuck out leaving him satisfied and none the wiser. While this did not offend me in any way, I wasn’t quite sure I found hearing these stories particularly hot either. Mrs. Peg explained it later by telling me that Kate was just feeling randy because she hadn’t been able to hook up with any suitable men out on the beach. Apparently the off-season is not the time to score.
“You also are aware that she has been lonely out there on beach,” the voice in my head went on. “So I decided that she might want to come over for some playtime.” My heart skipped a beat. I was fairly immobilized with a raging hard-on and my wife’s sexually starved college roommate was on her way over. I was torn somewhere between excitement and terror. The idea of playing with another person has been something we have long talked about but frankly have never had the balls to try.
“The rules are really quite simple. No kissing and no cumming. Beyond that, I have given you, along with full use of all our toys, over to her for a few hours. I told her how much you enjoy your anal play and bit of a spanking. Your safe word in all of this is ‘ELEPHANT’. I am trusting her to respect your boundaries. I am trusting you to abide by my rules.” It felt her move back behind me. This time I tried to lean into her, trying to feel her against me one time before I was at the mercy of another. All I felt was a gloved hand on my ribs pushing me away. I figured I would have one more chance. She was behind me now, but needed to go past me once more in order to leave. I felt her hands on my buttocks caressing me. I tried to reach back, but the Door Jam Cuffs held my wrist tight. I was utterly powerless at this point. I started to realize I might have trouble uttering my safeword beyond the ball gag stuffed into my mouth.
“I will back around three. I figure that it took her about 15 minutes to get you all bound. That means you only have about and hour and forty-five minutes to two hours to resist the urge to cum. Have fun with that! I expect that you’ll be bursting by the time I get back!” What I had heard was starting to make sense just as I felt gloved fingers smearing lube over my anus. Mrs. Peg just said “it took HER,” meaning Kate, about 15 minutes to bind me. Mrs. Peg was gone. I had been at the hands of Kate along. Mrs. Peg said, “I love you, Husband. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am,” inside my head as a slim finger slid inside me and pressed on my prostate. I felt prostatic fluid flowing through my cock and I wondered how long I could keep myself from cumming.
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***Pegging is the sexual act of a woman using a strapon dildo to anally penetrate her male partner.***