Coming to My Senses (M/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Coming to My Senses (M/F)
Sunday, April 28, 2019

The Gangsta Princess is a title that’s ascribed to me only after I’ve been a Gangsta Princess in function for around two years. It’s a long story that goes back to my bestie and later legally adopted "sister," but that nickname has stuck. Nearly everyone who knows her calls me that sometimes, even my own parents! It’s a nickname that I love so, so much!

It’s the Gangsta Princess side of my personality that so many friends find charming; it’s the side that Giovanni Randaccio first fell in love with when he met me. It’s my feisty, playful side. It’s the side that’s cutesy, competitive, and passionate. It’s also the side that, when awakened, makes me delight Giovanni in the bedroom.

About a week after returning from our honeymoon, Giovanni and I are sitting in the living room of our apartment while watching a car race on television. I look like my usual self with my red trainers, pink sneakers and pink socks, a brown t-shirt, a paisley red bandana headband, a pink scrunchie holding my hair in a braid, and even brown bandana wristbands to pad myself because I’d been working on my car earlier. Giovanni has beige cargo shorts and his beloved Ferrari polo shirt along with his red sneakers. We didn’t get too grubby, really, and didn’t need to shower.

My eyes are usually focused on the race on TV, but this time I’m distracted by the presence I’ve voluntarily squeezed myself against. My blue eyes frequently glance at the man whose arm is so sweetly wrapped around my body. Suddenly, out of the blue, I kiss him on the cheek! Even I am surprised by this, but, for some reason, I want him more than the entertainment of the sport.

Giovanni pauses for a moment and blinks a few times. He’s been so engrossed in the race on the television that his mind is struggling to process my kiss because his focus is entirely on thoughts only engineers like us could appreciate. He rubs his cheek a little and looks at me. I am looking at the television again and seemingly engrossed in the sport.

“Did you just?” he asks me incredulously, as if anyone else could have done
“Wasn’t me!” I don’t look at him, but a corner of my lip curls up, “Maybe it was your sister.”
With a mischievous he grumbles, “Right,” nods, and pushes me away from himself.
“Gianni!” I giggle a little and squeeze against him again; now it’s obvious what I’m doing.

Again, Giovanni pushes me away, but I want to be with him. Once more, I kiss him on the cheek. This time, it’s much longer and slower than the previous ones; this kiss is one of eros. I want to neck at this moment in particular. I don’t know why, but I am a very horny Jenny right now. It’s a complicated thing, really. There’s no putting it in words, but he’s cornered.

“But I’m...,” he tries to speak in self-defense, but I cut him right off and take over this home.
“Giovanni Nicola Maria Randaccio,” I go for his full Christian name, “you’ll have to tie me up and gag me to make me stop! And even then, you’ll have the guilt of having denied your wife her happiness!” I really put the pressure on him now because I want him.

I now sit there, pretending to pout with my arms crossed in front of me and my legs crossed in a very staid way. Giovanni didn’t think it’s possible for me to be horny because it’s otherwise not like me, but he saw it during our honeymoon and knows how I can be. I might be a Miss Goody Two Shoes in so many ways, but it’s all from a genuinely good spirit.

Now Giovanni’s in a pickle because he either pleases me or himself; the latter comes with guilt for missing out on an occasion where a woman is direct and open about her desires. He’s right where I want him to be, and he knows he’s stuck. He returns the kiss with one on my cheek, and immediately my cheeks flush.

“Shall we?” I ask again, calmly and maturely, followed by, “Or is da Gangsta Princess gonna haf ta Gangsta?” I look him right in the eyes, “Well, watcha wanna do fa me?”
“I think she is!” Giovanni has no clue what I mean and wants to see me really dominate.

I stand up and cross my arms. With my outfit, it’s hard to decide if I’m cutesy or intimidating. I am just too cute. Most of my friends would look like a bad girl dressed like this, but I look more like I’m annoyed or determined rather than intimidating. I walk up to Giovanni, rip the remote out of his hands, and turn off the TV. I then push him onto his back and climb on top of him. I take his amused face in my hands and make my demands clear.

“Look, now you have to tie me up super tightly as punishment afterwards, but first.”

I give him a passionate kiss on the lips. This is what he wants to see: an assertive, charged me. I stare right into his eyes and know I’ve won. Right there, on the sofa, I control the whole thing. I do it all, even lowering Giovanni’s shorts. I know!! Me?! The Gangsta Princess?! Dominant?! I control the sexual escapade from start to finish, to the delight of my husband of only a couple of weeks. I know exactly what I desire and how I wish my desires to be fulfilled.

"You better use the rough rope. I've been terrible," I speak in an emotionally charged way while I adjust my bandana back to its original position because it fell off during that episode, and then I take off my shirt and my bra because it’s just the two of us. He understands my desires now.

Giovanni doesn’t disappoint and takes out the rough brown rope that I love for when the TUG is more about keeping me prisoner. Oh, he spares nothing, to my joy, binding my wrists, forearms, elbows, ankles, shins, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs were tied. The harness is very tight and detailed, and he ties the waist/crotch rope right on my crotch before pulling my shorts up.

"Oh, Gianni, what are you doing?!" I ask him in mock surprise.
"Making this more fun," he says with a grin, knowing fully well what this will do to me.
"That makes me feel…," I pause and giggle, "Warm and… loved."
"Enough, honey," he pushes a blue rubber ball threaded with a pink bandana into my mouth.
“GUHHHHH!” I am beautifully shut up, “Ohanni Ahia Anhahhio! Ou’re a hah han!”

I can’t stop him though, and he knots the bandana behind my head and knots it around my braid as well. He takes a brown bandana and repeats the same amazing method in blindfolding me. I am a Gangsta-Princess-in-distress! He puts microfoam tape over my lips to keep the drool inside my mouth because I don’t like the drool getting on my lips. I try to groan and struggle, but I am as tightly imprisoned as I wished to be. Oh, this is so much fun! Yay! I’m helpless!

Giovanni puts the race back on the television and sets a timer. Every time I pull on my wrists, I pull on the crotch rope. He attaches a rope to my ankle bonds, pulls it around her wrists and then around the crotch rope, looping it around 3 times before knotting it out of reach. I let out a quiet moan of satisfaction, and only we know the reality of the photos Gianni takes. My delight!

Each pull sends shockwaves through my body. When Giovanni crushes my breasts, a large pulse of energy passes through me, and he repeats it until I feel that incredible, irrepressible urge to let out a loud and agonized groan into the gag. My breath becomes heavier, and I feel…um… fluid exiting me… um… through my crotch. That didn’t take along to get me to that point.

That orgasm felt so good, but I also know it is a gift. It is something special that I will only get if Giovanni’s part of the process, just as we have agreed that his will only be for procreation. It’s a genuinely incredible experience; Giovanni keeps crushing my breasts and sometimes kissing me. I’ve won: his focus is primarily on me with the TV now being the background noise.

I want to kiss Giovanni so badly, but I can’t! I’m bound and gagged and blindfolded too well! I struggle as best as I can while laying across his lap in my brutal hogtie. He pulls on my braid on occasion, and that feels so good, too, and evokes a strong sensual moan from me. I am getting a full experience of some of my favorite parts of big girl TUGs. The next kiss from Giovanni is so good, but the next pull on her braid finishes me off in perfect fashion. I can’t fight it back!

"MMMMMM!" I groaned at the orgasm. I struggle in an attempt to arch but can’t. Instead, that only pulls more upon the crotch rope that tortures and delights me so much. Now, Giovanni has his focus completely on me and my situation. His kisses became more intense and frequent, and the timer steadily runs down. My favorite part is the hair pulling. Soon, I am resisting that same sensation yet again, but now it hurts too much. I’m getting frantic, and that means it’s time to get out of this because I reach the point of massive pain. Some days I reach this point faster.

“GMMMMMM!” I snap my fingers three times for gag removal, and Gianni quickly unpeels the the tape strip and undoes the doubt knot, pulling out the rubber ball, "That was so awesome!"
"It's getting to be too much for me too," Giovanni says, meaning he is seriously aroused too.
"Well, put it in me, or hold it in," I can’t see it because of the blindfold.
"You're tied up though!" he is clueless about what to do, and my patience has worn thin.
"I don't care!" I’m lost in crotch rope frenzy, "Make me eat it then, you dufus!"
"What?!" he doesn’t want to do that for obvious reasons and drops his shorts.
"Just do it!" I order him without thinking, and this is the story of my time trying oral sex.
"Since you said so," he immediately complies and pushes me over it like I foolishly commanded.
"GMM! BLEGH!" I get a mouthful of the stuff he does during procreation, “EWWWWWW!”

I know this is wrong. This is a waste of potential children. But I figure doing this is better than wasting it. I decided to consume it in the chance I liked it already knowing I would absolutely hate it. I groan and fight because of my frantic state, but he soon pulls his junk out of my mouth. However, I have one last orgasm before then, loudly groaning and failing to arch because of the ropes. He wisely waited for me to speak first because he could feel the tension in me.

“That was disgusting!” I say as soon as I can, “Lord, disgusting! How could my friends ever?!”
“Let's untie you, baby,” he says in a comforting way to change topics.
“I want to be untied for once,” I agree, “Maybe you can take over this time?”
“Sounds perfect to me, though it was an odd feeling having your lips on me like that,” he laughs.
“NO F-CKING WAY!” Me?! Swear?! I’m either really frantic or really upset! Wow!

It has been a fun day of exploration for us, but I am so glad to feel Giovanni doing normal inside me after tasting that stuff. I like some adults-only elements in my TUGs, but I want vanilla sex in all scenarios. Still, a shower is the perfect way to end our adventure, especially since it allows me to see all the deep rope marks. How exciting that is! I love Gianni so much, and I know that he loves me too. We’re exploring together, and it’s so much fun exploring with him beside me. I know this is only the beginning of a fruitful and beautiful marriage. I know it!

I am such a rope bunny! I’m a mightily blessed rope bunny at that!

THE END