Following Leap Day Tradition - Sex Stories

Following Leap Day Tradition

Leap Day comes around only once every four years. One tradition associated with this rare day is that women are allowed to propose to men. Naturally, the tradition began long before women's empowerment, but as a submissive wife, I thought I'd follow this with certain enticing twists.

First, I sent Sir a text explaining my idea and asking his permission to go forward. He immediately agreed.

With that go-ahead, I began by showering, shaving, and cleaning absolutely every part of my body, then dressing in my newest body harness, the one that has a visible collar and o ring. Next, I set up carabiners and soft ropes for his later use. I have to admit, with every step of my preparation, I giggled and became more and more excited. Usually, Sir sets everything up, or I do upon his direction. Today, it was all my 'proposals'. Lube - check. Anal plug - check. Nipple clamps - check. Peppermint tingling lotion and lube - check. By the time Sir arrived home, I was ready and waiting, seated at our bar with a lovely glass of tonic topped with a lime ready for him. (He doesn't like to drink alcohol before a session.)

"Sir," I began formally, standing up and placing my arms behind my back, tits out, and looking him straight in the eye. "I propose that you use each and every item I have laid out in the Play Room tonight. How you use them is up to you. I further propose that you not be limited by just those items. And finally, since this is an extra day of the year, I propose that you ...

... deliver unto me at least one 'extra' of everything you plan. One extra spanking, one extra minute of being bound, one extra thrust."

Sir sipped his drink, grinned, then said, "Agreed. Now, into the Play Room."

He began by binding my wrists together, allowing for about two feet of rope between them. He then attached a carabiner to the O-ring at the collar and looped the rope into that. He took the tweezer clamps and attached them to my nipples.

"Lovely. Now, you are going to bend over the end of the bed, pressing your tits into the mattress. You will not move, not even from foot to foot while I turn your ass a perfect shade of red."

I gasped and awkwardly did as he ordered. He ran his warm hand over my upturned cheeks and landed one hard, strong low onto each. I gasped, closed my eyes and eased into the pain/pleasure of a lovely spanking. He continued to use his hand, but just when I thought he had finished, he stated, "Almost perfect. How, for your extra."

I heard the slide of his belt through his trouser loops and the snap of it just before he landed the first stripe on my tingling ass. I cried out and melted into the mattress. My nipples were on fire, my ass scorched, and my pussy absolutely dripping. After five stripes, he stopped and rubbed my well-tanned bottom.

"Now isn't that nice," he murmured. "Here, let me help you up."

Once I was standing before him, glassy-eyed, weak-kneed, and completely under his spell, he said as he released my bound wrists ...