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Tanner had me lie down on the bed and he cuffed my hands to the headboard. Next he tied my legs to the two bottom corners of the bed. The dampness in my sex became a flood. I could feel it start to leak out of my kitty. Suki was right about the sense of helplessness being arousing. Lastly, Tanner secured the mask around my eyes. I couldn't see a thing. I was super aware of my body, lying stretched out. My hearing seemed more acute. Every sound Tanner made, no matter how slight seemed amplified. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel him lie down beside me and he ran his hand between my cleft and my body arched into his hand. How could the light touch of his hand feel so good?

"Did Suki give this to you so I could use it on you, or for you to use on me."

"Either way. Whatever we wanted to do. Would you like me to tie you sometime?"

"I might. I would like to see what it feels like."

"Even the whip?" I asked.

"My back and buns," he replied. "Not anywhere near my cock. Gives me the willy's."

"I'm ready," I said, "feed me." I opened my mouth.

Instead of a bite of food being offered to me immediately, it made a detour to my sex. I felt something which I suspected was a carrot, dip into my sheath and then to my mouth. I chomped down on it and detected a taste I recognized from Tanner's cock when I licked him after sex; my own juice.

"How do you like my special sauce, or should I say your special sauce?"

"Hmm. I believe I've had this sauce before, sir. If I'm not mistaken, I've had it at Chez Tanner. It seems to be lacking a certain saltiness, a texture, I've noticed when I've eaten there."

"Perhaps it needed to be stirred with a different utensil. We could try it?" Tanner asked hopefully.

"Not yet, boyo. You promised to feed me before we got carried away." I opened my mouth again.

This time it was a bite of steak which made it's way up my slit before finding it's way to my mouth. It actually tasted quite good. I also got a piece of celery with my dressing on it. I also felt more food dip into my sex, but Tanner apparently ate those because I could hear him chewing.

"I'm thinking of calling it 'white goddess' dressing because you're not green," Tanner said. "I believe it would be a big hit with a certain crowd."

"It's not bad," I said. "Maybe a bit more salt, but it adds a certain something something."

Tanner laughed. "This is one of the reasons I think you'd enjoy having sex with a woman. You don't mind the taste of yourself on your food or my prick."

"Not exactly the same, Tanner. You've licked your sperm out of my pussy, but you're not rushing to volunteer to take it from its source."

"True. You've got me there."

"Part of my licking myself off of you is because I love you and it's part of making love with you. It doesn't make me lesbian, or even bisexual, no more than licking your cum out of me makes you gay. It's you I'm licking, not a girl. It just has a hint of girl on it. Now feed me more. I'm still starving."

For the next several minutes, Tanner did his best to feed me. I finally started to feel normal. I admitted to myself the position I was in, the darkness and the constant dipping into my vagina, had me aroused to the point where sex was starting to sound better than food, given I'd had quite a bit to eat now.

"Would you like to stir in the salt now?" I asked.

"Shit, would I," he replied. I felt and heard him moving the food off the bed and the weight of him loom over me on the bed. His cock touched my pussy and he pushed right in. I purred. There was no other word for it. He felt so good sliding into me. His lips began to nibble my nips as he slowly pumped me. The way he'd tied me didn't allow for much movement, but I found my hips rolling upward to meet his, accepting as much of him as I could. It felt so wonderful. I'd been on edge from the moment he'd stripped me in the kitchen and all the playing since left my orgasm lurking just below the surface.

"Oh, Tanner," I whispered as he drove into me, "I'm cumming. I love you so much, husband. Make me cum."

Did he. God, did he. Tanner picked up speed and my orgasms followed quickly, one upon another. The liquid I'd leaked earlier was nothing compared to the dam bursting inside me now. My moaning almost constant, I was arching my back, feeding him more of my breasts, my nipples, almost bursting with the pleasure. Tanner started pounding harder and I recognized he was reaching his own peak. His breathing was hard, almost gasps, as he labored for air as if he'd forgotten to breathe. I felt him stiffen, almost a board, and his cock swelled as he sent his own fluids to join mine in a thick stew of cum.

He collapsed to his side, not wanting to crush me.

"Oh, fuck! That was incredible. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I enjoyed it immensely. I climaxed multiple times. Are you going to let me go now?"

"I don't think so. We just perfected the sauce. I think we need to eat some more."

I laughed. "Okay. I could use a few more bites of the perfected sauce. Lay it on me."

He dipped another carrot in my cleft and fed it to me. "Yes, yes. This is the salty flavor it was lacking before. My compliments to the chef," I said. "Another bite, please, some of the steak."

He gave me piece of the steak and I chewed it with gusto. Following was more carrots, cucumber slices and celery. When he gave me another bite of steak, I exclaimed, "Best steak I ever tasted," to his hearty laughter.

"Are you sure? I have some tube steak here you've enjoyed in the past."

"Bring it on."

I felt him move over me, felt his cock touch my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to capture it, but he moved it slightly until it was out of reach. I lay my head down and felt it brush against my lips again. I tried to nibble, but he moved again. He did it a third and fourth time.

"Do you want me to eat this steak of not," I said, "because it seems you don't."

Tanner laughed again and his rigid cock parted my lips. It tasted much the same as the sirloin before it except I wasn't allowed to chew. While I sucked him, he licked and kissed my pussy, getting me all hot and bothered. I was enjoying this interlude with him. It was playful and fun and so much more exciting than the sex earlier in the day. Tanner got up before he or I climaxed and I thought we were done, but instead of releasing me, I heard Tanner leave the room and the sounds of him in the kitchen and I wondered what he was doing.

He came back and lay down beside me, kissing me on the mouth, then my breasts again until they peaked once more.

"Tell me what this is," he whispered. I felt something large and thick fill me up. I moaned. It felt good. He started fucking me with it and I shivered, feeling myself close to another release.

"I don't know. A dildo." It felt like it could be one, though not glass, maybe a silicone or a spongy plastic.

"No, think food."

"You're fucking me with food?" I moaned, arching my back.

"Yes, now guess."

It was too big to be a hot dog, too soft for any vegetable I could imagine. Maybe a larger sausage than a hot dog? "A kielbasa?" I guessed.

"Close."

I tried to think of what we had in the fridge. "A bratwurst?"

"Good guess," he said.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum."

The idea of Tanner fucking me with a bratwurst had me crazy with lust. I was pumping my hips up against his hand going nuts with desire. I climaxed, my pussy pulsing on the sausage. When my body stopped shivering, he fed it to me and I tasted my cum and his on the brat. After I took a bite, he did too, chewing it, then licking my breasts, leaving my nipples greasy and slick.

"Guess this next."

Something else pushed into me, thicker than the last one, thicker than Tanner. The outside was bumpy and it was relatively rigid, but not hard. Tanner pumped it back and forth, encouraging me to orgasm again.

"A cucumber. You're fucking me with a cucumber."

"Yes. Do you like it? Do you like being fucked like this? Helpless, unable to see, legs spread open, unable to stop me from fucking you with whatever I want?"

I trembled wildly. It was crazy, it was insane, it was bizarre and twisted, but Tanner had me so hot right now, I couldn't stop myself. I climaxed again, moaning, crying his name, a confused mess. My orgasm over, he fed me the vegetable, warm, salty skin, heated by friction and my body; cool, crisp interior. He took a bite as well.

"Delicious," he said. "All food should taste this good."

I thought we'd be done now, but I felt something touch my clit and I thought it burned, and I cried out, thinking he was burning me. Suddenly, icy cold and I realized it was an ice cube. He slid four cubes into my pussy and they started to melt immediately, cold water leaking out and running down to my ass. Then his cock was in me again, pumping, thrusting.

"Oh, shit, that's cold," he said.

"Serves you right. I can't believe you put ice cubes in me."

"Feels good though, doesn't it; the mixture of hot and cold, the friction, the water."

It did feel good. I was ready to cum again, the water leaking out becoming warmer by the second. Tanner grunted and sent another flood of cum into my pussy. He didn't stop thrusting until I followed after him, shaking hard as I flexed around him. We were both panting wildly, gasping for air. Tanner rolled to the side and more water leaked from my sheath.

"We're going to have to change the sheets," I said. "Water, cum, food grease, and heaven knows what else."

"But it was fun, right? You had fun, didn't you?"

"I enjoyed it. Very creative, but quite demented. I'm really starting to wonder about you, Tanner. You have to let me go now. I need to go to the bathroom."

He took off my mask and untied my legs. I started flexing them, trying to get the blood circulating again after being held spread apart for so long.

"Uh, where's the key to the handcuffs?" Tanner asked.

"What do you mean, where are the keys? Weren't thy in the cuffs or in the box?"

"They weren't in the cuffs, and I don't see them in the box."

"How could you lock them on me without knowing where the keys were?" I asked. "If I don't get out soon, I'm going to pee all over the bed."

"Maybe they don't need a key," he suggested. "Kind of a 'Gerald's Game' failsafe."

"I don't understand the reference. What's 'Gerald's Game'?"

"'Gerald's Game' is a Stephen King book. Couple who's marriage is in a little trouble go up to their lake cabin when all the tourists are gone. They're going to try a little bondage for fun and to reinvigorate their marriage. He dies of a heart attack after she's secured to the bed and she almost dies of starvation and thirst before she figures a way out. At least, I think she got out. I don't remember anymore. I'm not sure if there wasn't a dog or a wolf in there too, maybe a burglar. All very Stephen Kingish, of course."

"Well, you better check or find a whole bunch of towels, because I can't hold it much longer."

He started playing with the cuffs and all of a sudden, one of them released. "There it is. Kind of hidden by the fur lining."

I pulled the empty cuff around the headboard slat and ran for the bathroom.

"Don't you want me to take the other one off?" Tanner called after me.

"It has to wait for more important business," I shouted back. "Mother Nature calls."

I made it to the toilet with seconds to spare. As soon as I sat down, my bladder released.

Wiping after I finished up, I returned to the bedroom and Tanner showed me the release mechanism on the cuffs. "In case I have a heart attack at the wrong time."

"Please don't joke about that. Help me change the sheets, then we both need to take a shower. I'm a mess."

"But a sexy mess."

We changed the sheets. I threw out the rest of the food. I no longer knew what had been inside me, so it all went in the garbage. We showered. Tanner wanted to have sex again after, but I told him enough was enough. I could feel his erection behind me as I fell asleep.