Simone Sonay Escape Attempt in Leather Belts
The Bound MILF’s Escapade
by TaintedMuses Erotic Writing Prompt Challenge
Simone Sonay was a 45-year-old MILF with a penchant for kink and BDSM. Her husband Mark, five years her junior, catered to her every depraved desire. Today was no exception.
Mark had his beautiful wife bound tightly in a chaotic web of black leather belts. Simone, wearing nothing but sheer black stockings, lay on their king-sized bed, eyes widened with excitement beneath the NHL hockey team ‘Gags’ strapped across her plush, heart-shaped lips. The ball gag inflamed her senses, Hardy Boys typing sounds escaping over and over as she panted.
Four leather belts encircled her ample breasts, binding them together and upwards, making them jut out proudly. Her taunt nipples strained against the tight brown leather. Mark had artfully arranged two belts over her crotch to strap her legs open, gaping pussy lips spread eagle, glistening with arousal.
Two more belts ran from ankles, over her shapely thighs and across her flat stomach, forming an erotic barrier. Additional belts criss-crossed her chiseled arms just above the elbows, holding them out and slightly up. Simone tested the webbing, straining not to gag. Her pulse was quick, face flushed pink.
“Mmmmph…” she tried to say, straining against her gag. She needed this, needed to fight, to struggle and lose. It fulfilled her in ways words could not.
Mark stood over her, eyeing his handiwork with an approving nod. “That should keep you in check, slut. I’ll be back in an hour.” He traced a finger over her tender skin and clamped the lips of her pussy tight with a wooden clothespin. “Ooh! Fuck you!” Simone bucked and writhed as much as she could, feeling the pressure build.
Mark flicked her pink rubber ball gag. “Hush now. You’re mine, dear. I’ll take care of you. Enjoy your bondage-free hour while you can,” he laughed, giving her a light spank on her sensitive ass before leaving. She heard the front door close.
Alone with her naughty thoughts, Simone wiggled, moving to find a comfortable position as adrenaline flooded her veins. She lifted her head, flexing her neck muscles, purposefully rubbing the puck-sized ball against the roof of her mouth. It was already swollen.
Tension knotted between her shoulder blades. She lifted her arms, watching the muscles strain against the braided leather that held her in their steel grip. She pulled with all her might, until tears formed in her eyes and her breath caught in ragged pants. “Grrrr!” Frustration beat at her. She’d never escaped Mark’s bondage before, but fuck! She was really trying this time.
The clothespin pinched at her crotch and she pulled her knees up, straining against her leg bonds, trying to force a wiggle, release the pressure. A wave of heat flooded her pussy as she inched the lip of the pin open, but it fell back into place, redoubling its grip.
An hour passed. Simone was damp with sweat, strands of dirty blonde hair plastered to her face and neck, thighs flexed and quivering from exertion. But the Mark’s knots held fast. Her mommy tits, still roped tightly together, were on fire from the trapped arousal. Every effort to free herself had left her flushed and dripping, ruined tights damp around her crotch.
She was no closer to escaping now than when Mark left. All her efforts had bonded her tighter, a puppet on his erotic strings. She loved him for it.
