I know this isn't very romantic but I met my now husband in a Sex Shop three years ago. I was browsing the sex toys, and had just selected a large vibrator, I wasn't getting much cock at the time and needed cheering up. I had moved on to the bondage section, looking at some of the restraints, wishing I could experience using them, when he entered the shop. He stood nearby looked at the vibrator in my hand, before looking at the bondage kit. I overheard him asking to see one of the cock rings and looked over, watching as he inspected a thick metal ring, my ears pricking up when the shop owner said he could try it on in the stock room. He had to pass me to get there and saw me looking, and smiled. A lovely smile and as he got near, I couldn't stop myself, I blurted out “Do they work?” “Brilliantly, if you like an extra hard cock and being fucked for ages” he laughed then added “Come and have a look if you dare” I've never been able to resist a challenge, I glanced over at the owner who said “Do what you like” and followed him through the door. He locked the door behind us, “If I'm going to get my prick out it'd be nice know your name” he said. “Annabel, but everyone just calls me Anna, and yours?” “Martin” he replied. Although I was married, I fancied him, close to six foot, well built, not fat, fair hair, nicely styled, about my age late twenties. I could see he was giving me the once over and was glad that I'd worn a short skirt, showing off my legs and a tight top which moulded to my tits. Under his gaze I felt my nipples harden, and knew they would be poking through the thin material of my lacy bra. I normally wear a bra, though my plump tits are firm enough to go without. A bit of support for my 34dd tits helps keep them that way but I was wishing that I'd gone without that day. He wasn't shy, pulling his shirt off, undoing his jeans, removing them and his trainers he stood in front of me naked. I was surprised to see he was smoothly shaved, I shave my pussy, but I'd never seen a man who shaved and liked what I saw. A pair of heavy balls hanging between his legs his still soft prick about five inches long, looking promisingly thick. He picked up the ring and manipulated his balls and cock through it, pushing his balls forward, raising his cock. He started stroking it, slowly getting an erection, my pussy began to feel wet, my nipples harder. He got himself fully hard, invited me to touch it feel how stiff he was. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, it did seem very hard, the skin on his balls stretched tight. It did seem strange that I was holding a blokes cock who I’d only met five or ten minutes earlier. At least I knew his name!!! I crouched down for a closer look. Now erect it looked about seven or eight inches, and thick, the thought crossed my mind how nice it would feel in my cunt, fucking me. The veins standing out, I could feel his blood pulsing through his cock. It was close to my face, I looked up at him, slowly wanking his cock, “It's difficult to tell how hard it is can I suck it?” he laughed, “Be my guest” I took him in my mouth, savouring the velvety smoothness of his shaved cock, wanking him in to my mouth. Crouched down, I'd parted my legs, my skirt up around the top of my thighs, my panties soaking, using my other hand I pulled them to one side and started to finger my cunt. Sucking him harder, pushing three then four fingers in my hole. I moved my head, my lips slipping up and down his cock, taking his knob, swallowing the end taking him in my throat. Plenty of cocksucking practise as a student had taught me how to deep throat a cock. I must have sucked him for at least five minutes, taking my time, bringing him almost to climax then easing off. I wanted to make it last, just holding his prick in his mouth, softly sucking it, my fingers wanking my cunt before resuming sucking his cock harder, taking him in my throat again, nice and deep. I started bobbing my head up and down, faster, sucking harder, massaging his balls. I felt his cock start to twitch in my mouth, I clamped my lips around his hardness, frigged my cunt faster, close to cumming then tasted his spunk on my tongue, gulping it down as he shot two or three large spurts. I swallowed the last drops, just as I reached my own climax and came, making enough noise the owner must have heard. I realised at that moment my current relationship was doomed, I wanted Martin. I stood offered him my fingers to let him taste my cunt honey. He licked them clean then dressed. I asked if he lived close by, he did. I asked if we could go there and fuck. He took me to his flat, fifteen minutes later he was fucking me. I tried to see him every day, usually at lunchtime, he introduced me to anal sex, sending me back to work with spunk seeping from my bum after arse fucking me. I managed a night with him when he tied me to the bed and fucked me and later started to teach me things he liked. A month later I left my husband, when he noticed marks on my bum from a spanking, and moved in with Martin. I'd found my soul mate and already he was introducing me to the joys of pain, restraints and his other fetish - CBT. I had my nipples and clit pierced and Martin loved them, taking the clit ring between his teeth, tugging on it, sometimes quite hard, and painfully. An exquisite hot pain that sent shivers through my clitoris, while pinching my nipples hard, pulling them until I squealed in pain but told him not to stop. He connected the three rings tightly together with wire so the rings were tugged when I moved. I put on a short dress and we we went out, the only way to relieve the pain was to bend forward, but when I did the back of the short dress rose, revealing my bare bum and wet shaved cunt. We were both so turned on we had to stop on the way home and he fucked me in a field next to a lay by. He encouraged me to have more piercings, a row of rings through my labia, six each side, all connected by a removable gold chain, linking each ring, through the clit ring, surrounding my fuck hole and secured by a little padlock. The chain tugs the clit ring when I move, stimulating my clitoris, making my pussy almost permanently wet, if I wore panties I’d probably have to wring them out they'd be so sodden in cunt juice. Martin had several rings through his balls and a ladder of barbells along his cock, which send fantastic sensations through my cunt and arse when he fucks me. When we go out, I insist on going without underwear, just a short skirt or dress, and deliberately expose my cunt, getting wet, knowing I'm in for a good hard fuck as soon as we returned home, or frequently before. Sometimes he'll fuck me at the side of the road, in a bus shelter, on a bridge crossing the motorway, traffic passing below us, once in the middle of a roundabout in the city centre. We visited the sex shop frequently, I had told Martin that I wanted to try more extreme bondage, to be tied and caned or spanked. I had some of my most intense orgasms when he pinched my nipples and sucked and tugged my clit painfully. I asked him to insert large objects in my cunt and arse, bottles, a baseball bat, his fist, a huge ceramic cock modelled on a horses erect prick, which we bought in Germany, stretches my cunt to the limit. If I'm blindfolded, then fucked so much the better. We'd been expanding on these games for a few months, experimenting with handcuffs and chains, leg spreaders, gags or hoods, sometimes attaching weights to my nipple rings, getting heavier each time, stretching my nipples. He began adding weights to my cunt rings, stretching my labia. He did this one night before going out, adding a small weight to my clit ring which stimulated my clitoris every time I moved. He adjusted the chains so the weights were just below the hem of an extremely short dress, visible as I walked, then took me out clubbing. The clit weight had me on the verge of orgasm most of the evening and I came a couple of times on the dance floor. We had great fun raising the hem, exposing my cunt as I danced and sitting at a table beside the dance floor with the weights dangling between my legs. We were both so turned on that he started fingering me in front of a group of lads. We had to go outside and he fucked me in an alley at the rear of the building the weights swaying between my legs pulling my cunt lips as his cock pumped my hole until we both came, satisfying us both for a while, before going back inside, me now exposing my just fucked pussy, Martin's thick spunk slowly seeping out and running down my thighs. As well as the cock rings Martin is in to CBT, the pleasure of pain, cock restraints, leather straps and harnesses. This is where his fetish for hanging weights from my tits and cunt originated, he had a collection of parachute devices and I attach the weights pulling his scrotum down several inches, adding more weights until he is groaning with the pain. I go further at that point, pushing the weights so they swing like a pendulum, stretching his bollocks even further, adding to his pain and pleasure. We both enjoy giving and receiving, at the milder end tit and cock or ball slapping, progressing to me standing on his genitals in my stilettos, or squashing his balls between two pieces of wood, slowly tightening the wing nuts, he'll be begging me to stop, panting as he absorbs the pain, I'll give his cock some good hard slaps or grab it, pulling and twisting, waiting for him to ask me to squash his balls some more until they are almost flat. An innovation of mine was to use the ball piercing rings to staple his balls to a plank of wood, before sucking his cock erect then mounting him and riding him until he came in me. There was nothing he could do when I forced him flat, put on a strap-on dildo and fucked him up the arse. Martin knew several men and a couple of women with similar fetishes and every few weeks we meet some of them to play, trying to out do each other, showing off and using some new item we've purchased, watching each other fuck and being fucked one woman teaching me more about CBT. I liked showing off my piercings, and had progressively been fitted with thicker and heavier rings, the holes through my labia now large enough to stick a pencil through, the ones in my nipples a bit smaller. We invited them all to our wedding, a Registry job nothing fancy. I wore a long dress, all my friends and family admired it and said how beautiful I looked. I wonder what they'd have said if the could have seen through it. A leather harness and bra, attached to another harness between my legs, holding a dildo up my arse. Straps around the tops of my thighs, with chains looped around my labia rings holding my cunt open. During the hotel reception I went up to our room with each of our “Special” friends and let them fuck me before we went on our honeymoon. I'd had to remove the metal rings before travelling, airport security and all that, but put them back when we arrived. We spent most of our time on a nearby beach, where I got an all over tan and plenty of thrills exposing my pierced cunt complete with my largest and heaviest rings pulling my labia down. Only Martin fucked me whilst we were away so by the time we returned we were both ready for some fun. But first we were moving to a new place, there had been a few complaints about noise so we had found a little cottage a few miles outside town, the nearest neighbour several hundred yards away. Ideal for our purposes I could now scream as loud as I wanted or needed to, the garden was small, surrounded by high hedging, an old tree which has possibilities for suspending each other, whilst being caned, whipped or our latest idea flogged. We got settled, invited some of our friends over for sex and BDSM nights, but in the meantime Martin had been online, advertising for men to come and fuck me. It was all a big surprise for my birthday, I knew he was up to something, at one point suspecting he was meeting another woman, when, I later learned, he was meeting guys who had answered his Ad, selecting those who would be invited to my 30th birthday party. My party was arranged for the Saturday night, he told me he'd invited a few friends over for a special party. I was surprised that after I'd showered and carefully shaved my pussy he told me to leave all the rings off. He took me through to the lounge and told me to lay on the floor, underneath a beam. There had been hooks already in the beams, used for hanging cured bacon in the past. We'd found a much better use for them, adding a couple more further apart. It looked as if I was going to be suspended from them by my wrists when our guests arrived. He buckled on wrist cuffs, then a leg spreader before leaving the room, returning several minutes later, holding a length of black silk rope we sometimes use. He knelt by my legs back to me hiding what he was doing. Another minute or so passed, then he turned holding up what he'd been doing, threading the rope through the eye of a large needle. “I should keep very still if I were you” he told me, bending and taking hold of one of my pussy flaps, pushing the needle through, then through the piercing opposite. He tied a knot, then pushed the needle through a hole opposite, sewing my cunt closed. He reached the top leaving a small opening so I could piss, then back down in a corset type cross stitching, completely sewing my cunt tightly closed. I looked down between my legs admiring his handiwork, but unsure what his plan was. He helped me up and put a pair of shoes with fuck me heels on my feet. He bent me over the back of a chair, poured lubrication on his hands, spreading my arse cheeks, this meant my arse was in for some attention. It was just a case of what, his cock, a dildo or his fist, I don't mind which all are pleasurable, when they're being used to fuck my arse. His fingers got to work, prising my arsehole open, squirting in lubricant, pushing his fingers in, finger fucking my bum with four fingers. Rotating them back and fore, his thumb joined his fingers, as her forced his fist up my arse. Using his other hand to frig my clit, he gave me a good hard arse fisting, fist and it felt like half his arm in my arse, ramming me until I came, begging him not to stop and make me cum again. He told me there wasn't time and slowly withdrew his fist and screwed a large butt plug up my bum to replace it, keeping my arse stretched and full. He finished preparing me, a leather thong, with clip sides which hid my cunt. Taking one wrist then the other, using rope the same as he'd sewn my cunt closed with, he secured my arms above my head, roping the cuffs to a hook. A corset was tightly cinched around my waist, rope attached to loops, adjusted and secured to the hooks above for safety, to prevent injury if I slipped. He stood behind me, I waited to see what was next. He cupped my tits, pinching my nipples until I screamed, stepped back giving each of my bum cheeks a hard smack. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiled at him, “Harder, make my bum sting” two harder slaps followed. My arse felt hot and would be glowing red with an imprint of his hand on each cheek. He picked something up and grabbed one of my tits, squeezing near the nipple, he showed me what he was holding in is other hand. A thin stainless steel bar about half the thickness of a pencil, around 18 inches long. He carefully inserted one end through my nipple, pushing it out the other side, continuing sliding it until it was touching by other nipple. He did the same again, pushing the bar through my nipple before taking hold of two hooks which he inserted through holes in the ends of the bar. He attached chains to the hooks raising my tits by my impaled nipples until I cried out, my tits pulled and stretched up level with my face, nipples stretched beautifully and painfully. To painful and I could relieve the tension using the wrist ropes to lift myself. He left me like that for a few minutes, looking at my suspended body in the mirror on the wall, my nipples extended by the weight of my tits. He returned checked that I was OK then continued getting me ready for my birthday treat. He pulled a leather hood over my head, covering my eyes, buckling it tight, then told me to open my mouth wide as he fixed a metal gag in place preventing me from shutting my mouth, at least I would be getting my face fucked and some tasty spunk. I sensed him walking around me then swish, the cane stinging my arse, I jerked forward, the bar through my tits stretching my nipples further, sending a flash of pain, making me scream, the safety rope did it's job. “Again. Do it again”, swish, jerk, I moaned loudly, I felt my cunt getting wetter. It went quiet, I wasn't sure where he was, then the cane being rubbed between my legs, along my sewn gash, then from side to side fast, whipping my inner thighs. I gripped the rope above my head tighter, my knees gave momentarily, I was almost hanging, the safety rope preventing me from being suspended by my tits, quickly straightening my legs, relieving the flash of pain as the metal bar tugged my nipples. Before I had time to recover the tip of the cane flicked both my distended nipples in succession. I needed a breather, I gave our signal to stop. The door bell rang, I tensed wondering who it was. I heard Martin going to open the door, four distinct male voices I didn't recognise. Martin was already naked, just wearing a cock cage and ring, he told the men to undress and come through to the room. I heard a sharp intake of breath as they saw me suspended from the ceiling, my feet just touching the floor, my tits pulled tautly away from my body “Fucking hell. Look at her tits.” one said. “She's fine, enjoys the pain don't you Anna” I nodded my head, I heard him pouring drinks then tell them he'd leave me for a bit longer before they fucked me, but they could touch me if they wanted. Another asked about later, would I punish him after they'd done me. “Don't worry about that. Anna is as keen dishing it out as she is receiving it” Martin assured him. I felt hands feeling my tits, pulling my tender nipples, stroking my sore bum. My legs were wide apart with the spreader, someone touched between my legs, fingers tracing the base of the butt plug. Someone started sucking my nipples, then bit them hard, pulling them, I could only imagine how long they were as I groaned. A hand was placed on my pussy, rubbing me through the leather thong, by the way he touched me I could tell he was puzzled by what he could feel. Martin told them to stand back and watch him cane me, at least a dozen hard stinging strokes across my bum followed, warming my arse nicely. Then I felt the thong being unclipped, and dropping to the floor. There was a sharp intake of breath as they all gasped. Another voice, “Christ, her cunts been sewn up” someone else exclaimed “Fucking ace. Is that horny or what.” They were questioning Martin, wanting to know if it had hurt me, one sounding disappointed when he explained how he'd done it. I like a bit of pain but draw the line at having a needle pushed through my labia, to painful even for me. Martin asked for a hand to move me, he slowly withdrew the steel bar piercing both my nipples, and removed the leg spreader then ankle cuffs were attached. My arse felt like it was glowing bright red, stinging and covered in weals. I was still hooded and gagged I could hear them walking around me, caressing my sore bum, fingers touching the ridges across my cheeks. My legs were lifted, first one was attached by chains to a ceiling hook, then my legs were spread and the other leg lifted and secured to the ceiling. More chains were clipped onto my corset to support my back and take some of the strain off my arms and legs. Finally they adjusted the height I was suspended so they could fuck me, my cunt was still sewn up, but my arse hole and mouth were available until Martin decided otherwise. My head was unsupported and I let it drop back, a hard cock brushed my face. Fingers gripped the butt plug twisting it out of my arse. I was ready to take my first cocks of the night. Which is where I think I'll finish this part of the story. Let me know if you want me to continue.