The Newlyweds (M/F)

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The Newlyweds: Day 7 — The Banister Rail Incident
Saturday, May 04, 2019

"Heh heh," I laughed to myself while putting the blue sports bra over my red bikini.

This was our second weekend together as a married couple, but we already had a running gag the two of us privately shared as a simple marital joy. The red bikini, during our honeymoon, turned into a symbol of my surprisingly strong desires to do that with Giovanni, my adorable, tall, strong Italian hunk of a husband and to be kidnapped and exposed by him. The blue bandana on my head was another reference to our honeymoon of tryst, mischief, and adventure.

Tight jean shorts, red crew socks, and blue canvas sneakers gave Gianni a subtle hint of things to come if he inquired further. I dressed very similarly during our honeymoon, albeit with more of a beach flavor. Nope! No one—not even me—ever expected me to be the…ahem… horny girl who manipulated her husband into doing her bidding. Crazy, right?!

We were in the front working on my prized 1996 Ford Mustang GT, which my father gave to me due to my love of cars, and after he and I did all the work to restore it to tip-top shape he turned around and had it painted blue. I have tritanopia, a blue-yellow colorblindness. I don't hate blue at all, but the world looks very different through my eyes. Still, I love my car. I'm a blue-eyed girl who cannot appreciate what people find so mesmerizing about her eyes.

I adjusted my kerchief and put a pair of red and blue scrunchies to hold my blonde-brown hair in a braid. I'm only 5'1", but I was on both the track and cross country teams in college and tried to remain in as good of shape as long as possible. In other words, there was no shame in showing off my abs or my legs while Giovanni and I worked on the car. There were two hints of red that I put into the outfit. Was Giovanni observant or aloof like most men? I'd soon find out!

"Hi, Gianni," I walked like normal just to see how keen he was and opened the hood.
"Hello, Giovanna," he said to my delight and—Wow, I said this!—my immediate arousal.
"OK," I said gleefully, "Nothing like an oil change to make sure the pistons move smoothly."
"Jenny," my husband never looked at me for a second, "are you wearing a red bikini under that?"
"Huh?" I almost jumped and immediately felt myself blushing, "What is wrong with you, baby?"
"Red bikini is definitely hiding under all that," he smiled and shook his head while checking his own car's dipstick, "Ah, yes, time to lubricate so the explosions are powerful and efficient."
"Giovanni, are you suggesting that I'm," I then gulped so loudly it was obvious, "seducing you?"
"Of course not," he finally looked at me with that warm Italian affection, "I'm saying you are."
"Oh, you do see me!" I smiled and felt my embarrassment turn to warmth, "And pay attention."
"That most jocks are meatheads who only think about sex doesn't mean I'm one. You are."
"HEEYYYYYYYY!" I playfully shoved him at a moment where it didn't cause trouble.

Right then, I knew I'd married the right man. He studied my every move and action even when I thought he wasn't paying any attention to me, and he was studying me so he could better shower me in affection. If nothing else, that was love. Perhaps it was something special indeed, but we at least had our own unique connection. We loved cars; he loved being a captor; I loved being a captive; we both were engineers; he liked hearing me play the violin. It was… perfect!

Oil changes are fun for me. I always did my own oil changes; I drive a stick shift; I watched car racing on TV from when I was like 4 years old. I look and act like a girl except for that side of me that is obsessed with cars. Thankfully, oil changes are easy and done in about 30 minutes. I barely break a sweat doing this unless it's hot outside, but this was spring in New Jersey! Once I finished, I closed the lid, washed my hands using the garden spigot, and wiped them dry. After I did all that, Giovanni decided it was time to turn me into his play thing once we were indoors.

"GMMMMMM!" I was wrapped in the inescapable grip of my gorgeous Italian hunk.
"Now, Giovanna, I'm going to give you a chance," he said in a calm, seductive tone, "You have a choice: remove the bra and then remove your sneakers and socks and stuff your socks into your own mouth so I can arouse you to happiness. Or we can do this the hard way with spanking and tickling that will lead to harsh treatment and a more kidnapping style of play."
"What," I asked when he loosened his grip and looked at the banister rail, "if I cooperate, but you are a bad man and decide to have your way? That might be fun," I thought about it, "Naaaah!!"

Me? Surrender and cooperate? Never! Fighting is the only way to go because it results in all of the most intense punishments! Squirm, squirm, squirm; fight, fight, fight! I immediately tried to run through the door connecting our apartment to the rest of Giovanni's older sister's house with a burst of rope bunny speed, but Giovanni was ready for me to try something like that. He used his strength as a scholarship level collegiate rower and clamped his hand over my mouth again.

I sure wasn't ready for Giovanni to so easily remove my sports bra though. The red bikini was now on display, and he had a real treat for me with brown packing tape. With strong and smooth motions, he wrapped the tape up my arms from my wrists to my shoulders, making sure the tape was adhered to my skin and that the bonds were not going to snap from my struggling.

"You chose to be bad," I grunted and tested the strong sticky brown tape, "A bad man!"
"Jenny," Giovanni said, sitting on my legs and removing my sneakers, "You talk too much."
"That's not true at all, Giovanni Maria Nicola Randaccio—GMMM!" Yummy, tasty socks!
"That's much better," he grinned and wrapped my face 7 more times to seal my lips.

But, Gianni was done with me yet! He put one of my sneakers over my nose and wrapped more tape around my head to hold that in place. That was one busy roll of tape. Without a thought, he wrapped the tape up my bare legs from my ankles to my knees in one long, continuously winding strip, and then he did the same from my knees to my waist. Of course I fought him like he was a psychotic crazed killer here to snuff me out of this world.

Barely breaking a sweat, he brought me over to the wooden banister rail that separated the dining room from the living and pushed my head down so that my head was next to my knees and taped my arms to one of the vertical bars, wrapping the whole length down to my shoulders. He easily pushed my knees against my face and wrapped more tape there, wrapping from my knees down to my ankles once again. I was practically upside down and shrouded by the tape!

"GMMMMMMMM!" I struggled and squirmed, unaware what the setup was making me do.
"Let's reveal the beauties," Gianni said and pulled the strings to my bikini top, "Nice and firm."
"Gmmmmmmmm," I melted in the grip of his feeling my boobies and squeezing them.
"Soft and nice, but still quite firm," my husband said seductively while I slipped into eros.
"Mmmmmmmmm," my continued struggles kept doing a certain thing though.
"I like," he stopped the squeezing and studied me for a moment, "the way you move."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Let's do this! I think I know what it will do!" he then yanked up my shorts for a wedgie.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GMMMMMMMMMMM!" I howled, feeling instant arousal from my shorts and my bikini bottom being viciously pulled deep against… ahem… both my front and rear cracks.
"This will remind you to sway your hips like this because I find it sexy," he playfully chided me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I felt that heat again. Oh, that heat I only feel when I want Gianni either to control me with rope and gags or when I want to feel his piston moving up and down inside my engine block, crept up on me without any warning. Every spank amplified my feelings for him, and every squirm made my shorts rub my femininity. Next thing I knew, I was pushing against the banister railing while lifting my butt and letting out a soft squeal while intense heat rushed through my body followed by an intense spasm inside my body and a second rush from pleasure and satisfaction.

The blood slowly rushing towards my head was entirely an different sensation as was the aura of my captivity in general. This was special since it was the bodily expression of my psychological expression towards Gianni. I stopped and panted, noticing nothing around me except the fading euphoria, the vile taste of my yummy socks, and the rancid smell of the sneaker. It was delicious and amazing and humiliating and so amazing despite the pain, the restraint, and the silence. My husband then jerked my tight denim shorts even more tightly than before.

"Let's try this again, only this time I'm going to play with your titties too," Gianni chortled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GMMMMPH! GMMMMPH!" I fought like my life was at stake but only swayed my butt.
Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! SQUEEZE! Squeeze!
"You sound so good like this," my husband taunted me, to my dual excitement.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GMMMMPH! GMMMMPH!" unfortunately, I had little else to say with how frantic I was.
SQUEEZE! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! SQUEEZE! SQUEEZE!
"GMMMMPH! GMMMMPH!" but all gag talk results in side effects, like yummy toe cheese!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"That should be enough of the spanking, Giovanna. Two sets of your age plus one more."
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! Squeeze! SQUEEZE! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! SQUEEZE!
"Gmmmmmmmm…" I dissolved into arousal with those beautiful waves of pulsing heat going through my body along with that painful but pleasing contraction followed by secretion.

I was a topless Gangsta-Princess-in-Distress with my blue kerchief flapping around whenever I tried to turn my head to guess what Giovanni would do next. After all that spanking, he settled into a calm rhythm of squeezing my boobs. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! Squeeze! SQUEEZE! He changed up the pattern, but he kept it very taunting yet manly and controlling with his words and actions, reminding me that I was his captive and, at the moment, his captive alone.

Perhaps the best revelation of this experience was my love for the brown packing tape. I had my friends use both brown and clear packing tape to gag me many, many times over the years, but I had never been bound with packing tape like this. I knew it would be horrible getting this off of my body, but there was a kinky way to do this via one of my favorite marital acts: showering. It cannot be stated strongly enough how much fun a shower is when I'm with Giovanni.

"Gmmmmmm!" I lost myself in ecstasy while Giovanni slowly used the warm water to melt the adhesive in that affectionate way that told me this more for my happiness and safety than for any thrill he received. He gently scrubbed the adhesive away, and soon I was nakie, pushed into the corner of the shower, and full of passion while we fulfilled that sacred marital deed. Nothing is comparable to the feeling of Giovanni's piston exploding inside my engine block… Climax… I lubricated him… and it made him able to move more smoothly and forcefully… Ahhhhh, love. Almost every day or night had a moment like this during our first three weeks of marriage. This one, however, is one of my favorite stories because of that brown packing tape that wrapped me in such an awkward position against that banister rail.

Thank you for putting up with my wild rope bunny ways so I could tell you another story about the man I love! We had so much fun during those first three weeks before we simmered down. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you to read! Leave a comment if an entire storyline/serial dedicated to these first three weeks would be of interest to you.