My husband and I play innocent SM games.

Foreword:
With each rise and fall of my body, I let out obscene moans: "Ahhh! Mmm... Mmm... Ahhh!"
I knew that only in this way could I truly enjoy the pleasure of sex. This SM sex game swept away the years of family chores and work fatigue that my husband and I had endured.
It rekindled our initial passion.
Since our marriage, my rather shy personality has made me quite conservative during sex, even with my husband. No matter what he says, "Let me give him oral sex," or "Don't just keep your mouth shut and moan during sex,"
I'm too shy to even let out a single moan.
Even though this has caused my husband to suppress his feelings, it's through SM games that he can finally achieve true satisfaction.
Only when my husband dresses me up in this latex doll state can I be completely liberated,
satisfying both him and myself.
"Of course, even before, it was because of my pure and lovely personality that my husband has always doted on me and cherished me since I lost my virginity." This
might be the first chapter, or it might be the last. I got home in the afternoon and had just opened the door when I heard, "Hey~ Xiaoying, you're home early today! How was work at the hospital today? Nothing went wrong, right?"
I closed the door, changed my shoes, and went inside, my face slightly flushed. I replied timidly, "Yeah! One of my patients was discharged early, so I could leave work early." My husband, who had been sitting in the living room watching TV, turned his head and said to me with a slightly teasing expression, "Xiaoying~ You're home so early? Come here and let me see if your stockings are wet today." Hearing my husband's strange words, my face turned even redder, but I obediently walked slowly to his side. With a slight hesitation, I lifted my long skirt. Beneath the skirt, my beautiful legs were encased in black pantyhose. Looking up from those legs, I could vaguely see a red string tightly bound between my thighs where my underwear should have been. It looked like a red thong, tucked inside black pantyhose. The red thong tightly constricted the white, underwear-like material, outlining the shape of her vulva. The white peeking through the black fabric created a mesmerizing contrast, making it impossible to look away, wanting to peek inside. Then, the red string followed the shape of her vulva, disappearing into the cleft of her plump buttocks, encased in pantyhose. It made one want to part her buttocks and search for that glimpse of red. My husband's eyes were even more teasing as he watched me lift my skirt. His gaze made me unable to meet his eyes, making me want to bury my head in my 36D breasts. At this moment, my husband reached out and touched my thighs repeatedly, saying, "Hmm~ Little Yingwa (Little Yingwa is a nickname my husband gave me after he learned about my fetishes) are you doing well today? Is it because you work at the hospital and wear diapers that your thighs are so wet?" It turned out that the white thing bound by the red string wasn't underwear but a baby diaper. My husband paused the movie on TV, reached for the remote control on the coffee table with only 5 settings, and pushed it from 2 to 5. After putting the remote down, he stroked my legs up and down and said in a commanding tone, "Little Yingwa~ put your right leg on the coffee table so I can take a closer look." My husband's actions made me shudder, and a buzzing sound came from between my legs. I had already gotten used to it—my husband had equipped me with a vibrator before I went to work in the morning—with vibrators in my vagina and anus—and the intensity I had been holding back while working suddenly increased. It brought me to a mini-orgasm immediately, causing me to involuntarily squat down. My hands, lifting my skirt, moved through the fabric, one hand between my legs, while the other involuntarily climbed onto my breast. My eyes were slightly glazed, my face flushed with embarrassment. Even after reaching orgasm, this lewd scene only elicited a muffled groan. My face didn't show the shame one would expect from someone who enjoys dressing up. Unlike the heroines in glove movies, who desperately flaunt their orgasms with toys inserted into their anus and vagina, screaming and moaning, wanting the whole world to know they are sluts, my behavior was surprisingly innocent and cute. At least my husband seemed to enjoy it, making him even more eager to tease this pure and innocent girl. Because of the orgasm and squatting down, my husband's hands, which were originally on my legs, now moved to one of my breasts, kneading it, while the other stroked my head. He said slowly, "Looks like my little Yingwa has reached her climax. What a wanton body." He grabbed the remote and switched it back to setting 3. This action brought me back to my senses from the afterglow of my climax. I slowly stood up, lifted my skirt with my hands, and bit it with my teeth. Even though I was shy, I obeyed my husband's command and lifted one leg onto the coffee table, completely exposing my genitals to his face. My hands couldn't help but gently knead my breasts and nipples through my clothes, continuing to enjoy the pleasure from the vibrator. Looking at my shy expression, yet still obediently following orders, my husband said with a slightly satisfied look, "Hmm~ Little Ying, this kind of vibration seems to be very comfortable for you. It looks like you can get a promotion at work now. But, my little Ying~ it seems even wetter down there. Did you squirt again? What a lewd body. I've never seen you squirt when we made love before. Ever since we started playing SM, your body~ you squirt nine times out of ten when you orgasm. Is it because the usual sex between husband and wife didn't give you an orgasm before?" My husband's tone was slightly dissatisfied at this point, because I raised one leg~ and continued, "Little Ying, even though it's a super thin diaper, you still managed to wet your stockings above the knee. You squirted quite a lot! From the orgasm just now until that one at work, how many orgasms have you had in total?" As he spoke, he started to take off my clothes. Despite being incredibly shy, I still obediently let my husband take off my coat and my slightly damp skirt, which was still damp from my recent orgasm. This allowed for a clearer view of all my clothing. It looked like I was wearing pantyhose, but they actually covered my braless breasts from my hips down to a bodysuit. This made it even more alluring. Inside the hazy bodysuit, red ropes were binding my breasts in the famous "tortoise shell" style, but unlike the traditional tortoise shell, the ropes seemed to favor my 36D breasts, wrapping tightly around the base of my breasts several times, making them appear even more erect, like two rugby balls. Two heart-shaped nipple covers adorned my olive-shaped breasts, so even without a bra, my nipples weren't visible through my clothes. These heart-shaped nipple covers covering my areolas made my blood boil even more. Having removed my clothes and stockings, I stood naked before my husband. The sight of my body, previously only partially revealed through the stockings, was now far more intense. His blatant gaze made me instinctively cover my wanton body with my hands, but this only fueled his desire. I couldn't help but feel ashamed and answered his earlier question, trying to distract him: "Honey, um..." I paused, then continued hesitantly, "When I was changing uniforms at work, I almost had an orgasm because a colleague saw me. I masturbated during lunch break, and I had another orgasm this afternoon while changing dressings for a patient. Including just now, that's a total of four orgasms."

I said weakly, though I was incredibly shy.
Actually, when my husband helped me put on this outfit this morning, I also had an orgasm, but I didn't squirt, and because I'm shy, my orgasms aren't very noticeable.
So my husband didn't notice.
My husband also knows that I won't become a complete slut without that.
My husband actually suspected what happened this morning, but he didn't say anything since we've lived together for so long.
So, my husband didn't punish me like a real sadist would for lying.
Then my husband said with satisfaction, "Hmm~ No wonder! Little Ying, you squirted all four times, didn't you?"
He then untied the rope around my lower body, took off the soaking wet diaper, and smacked his lips, saying, "Little Ying, look, you're completely soaked. Look, your cunt is still dripping with juices."
At this point, I was extremely shy—so without my husband's permission, I quickly untied the rope I'd been wearing all day and pulled out the two huge vibrators from my lower body. My cunt and anus made two "pop" sounds as they were pulled out. Because I'd been wearing them all day, the two holes in my lower body seemed to have adapted to the vibrators and didn't immediately close, but rather opened and closed like two incredibly tempting little mouths.
Then, ignoring my husband's strange looks,
I used the clothes I'd just taken off to cover my wanton body. Without the toys and ropes, I quickly ran into the bedroom, grabbed my underwear and pajamas, rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.
At this moment, her husband also looked helpless, thinking, "Xiaoying, do you still think I'm a sadist? Even if you're shy, you can't act like this. You've already run away and played like this, and you're still not relaxed even though you didn't bring anything." Then he thought, "But isn't this why I've always liked Xiaoying? It makes me want to protect her and not let her suffer any grievances."
While thinking this, his hands didn't stop. He turned off the remote and picked up the things Xiaoying had dropped on the ground .
"These are all things for you to use~ You don't even know how to cherish them, sigh."
He removed the condom from the vibrator, tidied it up, calmed his inner fire, and went into the kitchen to cook dinner for his wife.
Meanwhile, I went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, and then turned on the shower.
The hot water washed over my body, calming me down a little after being in a state of arousal all day. I slowly peeled off the heart-shaped nipple covers from my breasts and massaged them—my breasts were engorged from being tightly bound.
I quickly rinsed myself off, turned off the water, and slowly lay down in the bathtub.
Perhaps it was because I relaxed, but the two openings in my lower body, which had been unable to close for a long time, also closed tightly.
The lewd feeling from before was completely gone.
My mind was still replaying everything from the day when I heard my husband call out, "My dear wife~ Come out for dinner when you're done washing up, dinner's ready!"
I loudly replied with a "Mmm," and after soaking for almost half an hour and completely calming down, I put on my underwear and pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
Chapter Two, as I said before, might be the last chapter.
Walking out of the bathroom, my husband brought two bowls of rice from the kitchen and placed them on the table. He said to me, "Xiaoying, come on, these are all your favorite dishes today." I sat down at the table, as if the lewd events from before had never happened, and my husband and I ate and chatted like a normal family. Seeing this scene, I felt completely transported back to a warm and happy time.
After dinner, I saw my husband busy clearing the dishes. Since we got married, although I can't cook, my husband always stops me from washing the dishes. This is also why I'm so obedient to my husband. Seeing that he had finished tidying up, I said to him a little shyly, "Um~ the patient I've been caring for for half a month was discharged today, and the hospital gave me a few days off." Although I had experienced several orgasms today and my body had been played with all day, I was satisfied. But seeing my husband, who had just been busy cooking for me, and seeing that he hadn't been able to release his pent-up desire, I hinted that he could play whatever he wanted that night. Because I'm a special care nurse, and this patient had been caring for me for almost a month, the hospital usually gives many days off after discharge unless there are special circumstances. So it's okay if we go a little overboard, since I enjoy it and it satisfies my loving husband. I'm willing to go a little overboard, after all, love is mutual.
Hearing me say this, my husband understood the implication. Having not yet released his pent-up desire, he then entered his usual state, and his tone wasn't as gentle as it had been during dinner. He said with a hint of amusement, "Little Ying, you're in good spirits today. Even after being played with all day, you still have this energy~ Are you hinting because you know I haven't satisfied you? Honey, I'm going to punish you properly for just leaving me like that." Hearing my husband say this, my recently calmed desire reignited, and I felt a slight heat rise within me, just like when I had a toy on me at work.
Hearing my husband's explicit words, although I was shy, I still cooperated and weakly said to satisfy him, "Honey, please~ please play with me well today, I~ I want my beloved husband to be satisfied." Hearing this, my husband was a little surprised. Although we've played SM games many times, he knew I'd never said this before.
My husband looked at me with satisfaction, knowing I'd reached my limit with these words, seeing my face turn bright red. Then, my husband picked up the package on the coffee table and opened it, making my face even redder. I knew my long-hidden lewd side was about to be completely exposed.
My husband ordered this package online for me. We've bought many similar items from this shop before, so this one was specially made to suit my needs perfectly. He knows I love these things and that they can awaken my lewd side, so he's always buying them. This time, he had it custom-made with the shop. I was in that state of mind when we looked at the actual items together before ordering, but I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly. It was less than a week from ordering to receiving it.
My husband opened the package and took out the item inside: a purple latex hood. The hood covers the eyes and nose, but the mouth is a cylindrical hollow gag. The eyes are slightly different in color from the hood—two pink hearts indicating their position. My vision isn't obstructed; I can see everything outside, like wearing pink sunglasses. There's a round hole on the top of the head that automatically gathers the hair into a ponytail.
Seeing this, my eyes lit up, as if my soft personality had changed. My previously shy blush turned into a slightly lewd flush, and my eyes became more eager, as if I couldn't wait to put the hood on. My husband moved the hood back and forth like he was teasing a kitten, and my eyes followed the hood's movements. My
husband looked somewhat helpless at this point. I don't know if it was due to his training or something else, but he knew that as long as I wore the hood, I would completely let loose during SM games, like a completely different person—my utterly lewd nature would be fully exposed. I would cooperate perfectly during SM games, no matter how lewd I was—even wanting to play publicly—as a sex slave, etc.—he knew I would agree in this state. Of course, I also knew that even in this state, my husband wouldn't do anything too extreme; the SM would only be limited to enhancing the intensity of sex.
At this point, my husband stopped waving his hands and stopped teasing me. He said helplessly, "Little Ying, look at you. You're like a different person when you see the headgear. Go to the room and get your gear. This time we'll use the nurse-style bodysuit you bought last time." My husband was also a little excited. I saw his thick penis standing up in his pajamas, forming a bulge.
My husband muttered to himself, "Hmm~ The rope and vibrator are here too, no need to take them." These were the gear I had just taken off that day. He then instructed me, "Little Ying, there are also nipple clamps, a vibrating egg, and lubricant. Take whatever you want to equip yourself; you should use all the toys we bought." Hearing my husband's instructions, I reluctantly looked away from the headgear. Although I wasn't wearing the headgear, seeing it made me less shy. With a joyful expression, I hurried into the bedroom, my steps slightly light, to search for the props for tonight's games.

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