The Bounding Main

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, BDSM, MaleDom, Masturbation, Sex Toys, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: A couples sailing trip is much more than just that. A man wants to show his wife just what all those ropes are for.

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Spring fever had hit Gina hard. Nights in Las Vegas were still on the cool side and the prospect of spending some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat was intoxicating. Stephen had sprung the idea on her a few days ago and they decided a weekend on the water was just the thing to prep for the coming summer. For days that was all that Gina focused on.

At 4:00 in the morning, both Gina and Stephen rolled out of bed and after a quick shower and breakfast, they started to get ready for the short trip out to the Lake Mead Marina.

Gina was a sun worshiper bar none and she found herself trying on a few of her swimsuits to get into the mood. The one she had on now was a daring bright blue string bikini that covered very little and that suited Gina just fine. She was a slender five-foot nothing with natural ash blonde hair that she kept in a pageboy cut. Gina posed in front of the mirror not noticing her husband of eleven years had stepped into the bedroom.

"You look stunning," her husband said as he locked his large arms around her and gave her a warm hug.

"Good, that was the look I was hoping for," she smiled as she turned and looked up into her husband's crystal blue eyes and grinning freckled face.

"Got everything packed?" he asked after giving her a peck on her forehead.

"Almost, and you?"

Stephen smiled, "Just one or two more things then we are on the road."

"Well, you better get started. You know how crowded the ramp gets Fridays. That's why we woke up at this ungodly hour so we can beat that crowd."

"You're right, honey," he said as he scooped her up and threw her unto their bed and climbed on top of her.

"Hey, cut it out! We don't have time for this!" Gina screamed as her six-foot, two-hundred pound all-muscle husband pinned her to the bed.

Stephen grinned his metal-melting grin, "I am just finishing the packing."

Gina's dark brown eyes widened, "Oh no ... no you don't."

But it was too late. Stephan had already hidden some ropes beside their bed and quickly grabbed a couple of coils before rolling his wife onto her front. Pinning her wrists as she bucked and squirmed, Stephen quickly crossed them and lashed them together.

"Come on, Stephen, stop it," she pleaded as she laughed, "really!"

Stephen did not 'stop it'. Gina hadn't given their safe word yet which meant she was enjoying this as much as he. Stephen knew deep down inside that Gina probably expected some sort of play during their weekend trip, but probably not so soon. Besides, she had it coming by wearing that tiny little blue bikini.

Gina's ankles were next as he lashed them together, tickling the soles of her feet when she struggled too much. Squeals of laughter filled their bedroom as tied more rope around her knees, cinching them tightly together. When he was done, he rolled his wife back over and positioned himself over her, looking into her dark-brown eyes.

"Are you going to behave or am I going to have to gag you?" Stephen asked.

The petite blonde smiled back, "What do you think, my love?"

For the most part, Gina loved being gagged. It was like she was a bottle of Pepsi being shaken up and the gag was the lid; keeping all that fizzy goodness inside. Her husband opened their nightstand drawer and dangled a black leather penis gag above her.

"Open wide," Stephen said.

Gina smiled, locked her mouth shut and shook her head no.

"You are going to make this hard, aren't you?"

Gina nodded.

That was all it took. Stephen dug is fingers in and tickled her ribs, causing another scream of laughter to erupt out of his wife.

Quickly, he pushed the gag into her mouth before she recovered and buckled it snugly behind her neck. The leather part of the gag covered her mouth completely and the penis portion of the gag made sure the best she could muster was a whinny grunt.

"Now we are packed. Is that the bag you were planning on taking?" Stephen asked about the large athletic bag at the end of the bed.

Gina nodded. For the most part, she had all of her essentials packed. All she really had left was the swimsuits she was trying to decide upon. They were always the hardest for Gina to decide upon as her collection of swimsuits rivaled anything else in her closet, including their bondage gear.

"Let me get this stowed on the boat and then we'll get you comfortable for the drive out to the lake."

With that, Stephen zipped-up her bag and carried it out of the room.

Gina writhed a bit on her bonds, testing their effectiveness. As usual, her husband did a remarkable job of making her helpless. There was no slack in any of the ropes and the gag was buckled solidly over her mouth ... it was a delicious feeling. The more the blonde squirmed the hornier she got. She closed her eyes and imagined what Stephen would do to her after they got on the boat.

"Did you remember your suntan lotion?"

Stephen question interrupted her lascivious thoughts and she looked at him with her bedroom eyes. Right now she didn't give a damn about being late or where the suntan lotion was. All she really needed from her husband was for him to take her now.

He sat down on the bed beside her and to her delight, began playing with her pierced nipples through the swimsuit fabric, sending a spray of pleasure through her entire body.

"Did you?" he asked, stopping his attentions and looking her in the eye.

Gina moaned her displeasure and then nodded. Her suntan lotion was in her bag.

"Did you remember to bring any toys?" Stephen smiled, running his warm hand over the flat of her stomach.

The bound blonde did indeed remember some of her toys, including a vibrator that she was particularly fond of; a neon purple one with a smaller egg vibrator that would rest against her clit. It would drive her into orgasm again and again. A pair of leather cuffs, padlocks, a leather collar and a ballgag finished up the list. She had never been a scout, but she was always was prepared on their little trips.

"Good girl. I knew there was a reason why I married you. Now it's time to get you settled so we can get on our way."

With very little effort, Stephen picked his wife up and put her over his shoulder. At a solid six foot, there was really very little Gina could do anyway. She was the one who showed him what ropes were really for and he took to tying her up like a duck to water. He carried her squirming bikini-clad form through the house and outside to the driveway.

The sun was just starting to brighten the night and Gina felt a cool breeze caress her as her husband carried her to the boat outside. The Catalina was a large sailboat that could sleep four comfortably and had a small kitchen and a head. The boat on its trailer towered above her as he set her down. An a-frame ladder was beside it so Stephen could get the boat prepped and their stuff stowed aboard. Making sure the ladder was steady, Stephen picked up his bound wife and carried her carefully up the ladder, carefully setting her on the stern and swinging her legs over into the cockpit. As soon as he saw that she was steady, he climbed aboard himself and started to carry her down into the cabin.

Whack!

Stephen cussed as he hit his head on the cabin door. The trouble with being a well-built six foot man was that sailboats weren't designed with him in mind. Every trip he banged his head at least once. Stephen continued to cuss as Gina laughed behind her gag.

Awkwardly, Stephen maneuvered her into the cabin and onto one of the two padded settees along the side. Carefully, he laid her down.

"Don't go anywhere," he smiled.

The joke was an ancient one for her but one that she never was tired of hearing. It was nearly as good as 'I love you' For Gina. The cabin was dark save for what little light came in from the open cabin door and the small portholes lining the top of the cabin. Gina and her husband had just refurbished the cabin a couple years ago, redoing the woodwork and brightware throughout. A small electric refrigerator replaced the space for the cooler and they had installed many small cleats even to places that would normally not have them.

It didn't take long for Gina's husband to reappear, this time with a small bag of his own as well as several coils of rope.

"Now, I don't want you to get hurt," Stephan said as he uncoiled one of the pieces of rope, "So get comfortable."

Gina nestled the best she could into the padded bench. Stephen then gradually wove a web of rope around her, practically welding her to the bench. With every rope pressing against her skin and with every brief touch of her husband's fingers as he cocooned her to the bench, she could feel the familiar erotic warmth spreading inside of her and she couldn't do anything about it.

Stephen sat back and admired his handiwork and his wife, whose lithe body was writhing and whose eyes pleaded to release her in the way no knife could.

Once again, he played with Gina's nipples through her top, sending more whorls of pleasure into her seething Eros. She closed her eyes and let the passion swirl over her, moaning into her gag.

Then he stopped.

Gina opened her eyes and looked into those of her husband.

"No, not yet, not until we get onto the water," he grinned, "but I have something to keep you occupied until we get there."

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