I always put her blindfold on first. Before I had finished buckling the padded leather on her, she was pulling her hair free of the headpiece.

"Just because I'm blind, doesn't mean I can't look good." She explained.

It was a rare night for us, neither had brought any work home. She was desperate for a night of bondage and sex.

At least, that was the impression I got when she greeted me at the front door....quite naked.

She held out her hands, waiting for her cuffs. She was not expecting the headband with ears to slide over her hair.

Her fingers traced the fuzzy appendages. "Dog ears?" she asked in confusion.

"Of course not!" I protested, "I would never call you a dog, especially not a female one. You, my sweet wife, are a kitty cat!"

A mischievous smile bloomed on her face as she arranged her hair to cover her real ears.

As she was fussing, I wrapped a pink collar around her neck. It had a large round bell attached to the D ring at its front.

"Kitty like!" she said as she shook the bell."

"I think you meant to say 'Meow.'" I corrected.

"Yeah, that too."

I grabbed her free hand and struggled to pull a tight black mitten on it. She helped as best she could by forming her fingers into a point. It took a few tries, but we eventually bound her hand.

"Purr!" she said.

"Um, you're supposed to do it, not say it!"

"Sorry," she muttered.

There was a set of laces that ran from the back of her hand to her wrist. I tightened them: compressing her fingers even more. A two inch strap was attached at the wrist. I buckled this closed. Then I took the O ring which was sewn at her finger tips and brought it down to the wrist strap, using a single padlock to secure it all.

Her hand was gone. In its place was a paw.

Eight inches of chain was attached to the padlock. I clipped the other end to her collar.

A few minutes later I had confined her other hand, and her paws were held in a 'kitty beg' position.

She rubbed her paws against her face, imitating the way a cat grooms itself. The small smile told me that she knew how hot she looked. I quickly stripped my clothes, knowing they would soon be getting in the way.

I heard a soft growl from deep in her throat. She was purring and I doubted she was aware of it! She was lost in her fantasy of being a cat.

Hurrying now, I picked up her tail and brushed it against her upper thighs. She gave a shuddering gasp as the soft fur danced across her skin. She spread her arms as much as the chains would allow, silently begging to feel the tail on her breasts.

I used the tail to softly whip her offered flesh. She bit her lower lip, delighting in the gentle, sensual contact, but needing more. Her chin quivered and her paws shook. I had to finish her bondage quickly before I gave in and took her on the rug.

I turned her about and buckled a waist belt on her. The plug end of her tail snapped into a ring and smoothly popped it into her ass. The harness continued in front, covering her slit and attaching to the front of her belt.

I moved to the other end of the room and sat in an easy chair. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," I called, "Come here sweet kitty and play!"

Totally engrossed in her role, she dropped to all fours and came towards me. The chains were too short to allow her to keep her head up, so she kept her nose close to the carpet, as if smelling something.

Her ass, on the other hand, was held high, with the tail lashing back and forth as she moved.

Like a real cat, she walked past me, before circling back. She rubbed her shoulder into my leg as a cat would have.

Eventually, she was nuzzling my throbbing cock. Acting surprised to find it. She used her paws to playfully bat it back and forth.

"Kitty keeps doing that, kitty gonna find herself in a chastity belt for a month." I warned.

She gave a very un-feline 'Eek!' and begged forgiveness by immediately licking my shaft. She used her tongue to take in all the pre-cum that had leaked, happily licking it up as a cat would a bowl of cream.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, bobbing her head, she took me partway into her mouth, tantalizing me with almost enough pressure to get me over.

I waited for her to release me before I used the remote to active her anal vibrator.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned. Her ass got the strongest vibration, but her clit was affected by the leather pressed against it.

The sensation was too much for her. No longer able to balance she fell to her side, trying to reach her pussy, but prevented by the short chains.

I turned the vibrator higher.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" She cried as she came. Her hips bucking against an invisible lover.

Unable to hold back, I fell to the floor beside her, freeing the front of the crotch strap and exposing her gushing pussy.

I threw her on her back and buried my cock into her wetness. I could feel her butt plug vibrate through her thin inner walls. In seconds I was overwhelmed and I filled her with my cum. She wrapped her legs around me, forcing me deeper. I continued thrusting even after she had drained me, unwilling to let the closeness end.

Finally, with nothing left to give, we fell apart, both of us trying to remember how to breathe. There was a soft plop accompanied by a louder buzzing. Her tail had fallen out.

"Hey," She said softly, "I'm a Manx!"

"A very loud Manx."

"It's not my job to supply the gag. You know my motto: No gag, I nag." We lay side by side on the rug. I had my arms wrapped around her as I was nuzzling her shoulders.

"That was wonderful tonight," She said, "Thank you."

"It's not over."

"No?"

"Your bedchamber awaits you, my queen!" I said gallantly. I helped her to her feet and snapped a leash to her collar. She dutifully followed me to our bedroom. Our bed is queen sized with a brass head and foot board. There were many restraints on and around our bed.

When our nieces and nephews visit, our bedroom is LOCKED!

She soon was set in the middle of the bed. I had added ankle cuffs and chained them to the top of the headboard. Her legs were held high and wide.

And....she was no longer able to nag.

Now I turned it up a notch.

"I found this wonderful site," I said conversationally, "And I was able to buy a vintage barber item." She jumped when she heard the electric snap as I turned it on.

I could sense her confusion. If it was an electric trimmer....why? I was not going to to touch the hair on her head and her public hair had already been freshly shaved.

She was able to follow the sound as I moved between her legs.: the buzzing growing louder as I neared.

She jumped when my fingers brushed her pubic hair and then thrust her mound towards me.

I hadn't bought a hair trimmer...I had purchased a hand vibrator. When strapped on the back of my hand, it turned my fingers into five sex toys.

My forefinger traced the outside of her pussy: lightly following her nether lips. I ignored her attempts to get more stimulation by keeping my touch maddeningly gentle. I did this for only for a few minutes, but to her it must have seemed like hours.

Unable to touch herself, she moved her chains across her breasts, letting the cold metal rub against her hardened nipples. I knew this wouldn't get her over. She was only frustrating herself.

By the time I had finished my tease, my hands, the bed and her crotch were completely wet.

I started to worry about the vibrator shorting out. I doubted it was made to work under water.

She was fighting her bondage as hard as she could. She wanted to be free, she wanted to cum! She needed to cum. Her bondage had become a barrier to her needs. For the first time in our bondage play she knew what it felt to be a prisoner: unable to do the one thing she desperately needed to do.

This only made her wetter.

I had kept her on the edge of an orgasm for as long as I dared.

I pressed my vibrating thumb just below her navel and started to move it down. It slid past her her shaven hair and approached her clit. Instead of stopping just short as I had done repeatedly, I let my thump touch her.

Her release was electric, Her entire body spasmed with the power of her orgasm. The bed shook as she shrieked into her gag, and I kept my thumb on the button.

When she finally slowed, my thumb stayed on her clit as my forefinger slipped partway into her ass.

Another orgasm rocked her body. This one might have been stronger as she had not been expecting it.

My fingers opened her sex as I moved my body against hers.

"No, no, no!" She begged around her gag, "Do me in my ass! I need to feel you in my ass!"

If I must....

I was rock hard and she was dripping with her juices. My gentle foreplay was in the past. She wanted it rough, and I obliged.

Again and again I slammed my cock into her ass, trying to get deeper with each thrust. Each time her ass rose to meet me.

I have no idea how long pounded into her. It was my second orgasm so it must have been awhile. All I can remember is all the blood rushing from my head as I exploded in her.

I woke to find us cuddling in our sodden bed. At some point I had removed her gag and freed her ankles from the chains. She was still wearing her mittens and her blindfold was still secured.

Spooning her from behind, I thought back to the first time I had bound her. I hadn't planned on using a blindfold, I didn't see the need.

What was the point of putting a blindfold on a woman who was permanently blind? But she explained it to me.

"All day I am blind because I can't see. But when I wear a blindfold, I am blind because I am not allowed to see. This may seem to be a small difference to you but it is enormous to me!

"And sometimes," She continued, " Just as it comes off, I think I can see. You can never know how wonderful that is!"

I pulled her sleeping body closer, kissing her hair, treasuring our closeness.

I promised myself that I would continue to give her that pleasure.

I would spend the rest of my days, fulfilling her every fantasy.

Always...