I was so excited when Kim contacted me to offer a guest blog on enjoying bondage while pregnant – the mixture of emotions when horny with hormones and also keen to be careful of their baby bump is a really cool topic to explore. Regular readers will know Kim from their previous blog on sex with anxiety, and today’s is a lovely personal (and very sexy) piece about a recent bit of bondage play. If you’d like to read more of Kim’s awesome writing, I’d thoroughly encourage you to check out their fabulous blog detailing their surrogacy journey too – I found it fascinating and learned a lot about the process of becoming a surrogate as well as different types of surrogacy. In the meantime, please enjoy this gorgeous guest post!
Enjoying bondage while pregnant
I woke up aching for sex. My pregnancy hormones have been making me incredibly horny recently; I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager. Back then, I’d have been lying alone in bed but now I have a willing (if sleepy) sexual partner within arm’s reach.
I encourage him to wake up with my tongue, licking down the side of his stomach. He murmurs with pleasure as my tongue explores. When it reaches the waistband of his boxers, his eyes snap open and his strong hands grab my shoulders. He positions me on my knees facing the headboard and retrieves the cuffs from beneath the bed.
He takes my hands one at a time from where they’re resting at either side of my growing bump. He slides each into a leather cuff and buckles them tightly. He wraps cuffs around my ankles and clips them all together so I’m hogtied.
He kisses my neck roughly from behind and I moan. Then suddenly he lets me go and I feel incredibly exposed. The metal headboard protects me from falling forward but I want my hands back just in case.
We haven’t had sex like this in a while. Between a regimen of IVF drugs and my morning sickness, we’ve barely had sex at all for months. The last time we did I could comfortably fall forward and lie on my stomach without worrying I was going to squash the little person living in there. Perhaps this isn’t such a good idea, I worry.
He returns from the sex toy drawer at the foot of the bed. A chain jangles quietly as he moves. He places his selection on the bed behind me and grabs at my naked body. With his hands back touching me, I feel secure again. He strokes and pinches, kisses and bites. My head arches backwards, desperate for more.
He wraps his hands around my neck, just holding, not squeezing. I gasp. He replaces his hands with a collar and ties the other end of its lead to the metal O-ring holding my hands and feet together. It’s tight enough that I can feel it tug on me when I move.
I don’t even notice that he’s not touching me until his fingers run along my skin again. He takes one of my breasts in each of his hands. They are tender, engorged by hormones, and I wince at his rough touch. He kisses them, licking at my sore nipples. The feeling straddles the line between pleasure and pain but I know I don’t want him to stop.
He reaches behind me and picks up the chain. It runs along my thigh as he pulls it forward. On either end of the chain, there’s a nipple clamp. My eyes widen at the sight of them. I’d told him that I’d been fantasising about nipple clamps but wasn’t sure that my pregnant breasts would be able to handle them.
He adjusts the pressure until they’re on their loosest setting. He attaches the first one. Normally, this would be boringly lacking in sensation but it’s already near my limit. I breathe heavily and he knows not to go any tighter.
All my focus is taken up by the deliciously painful pinching in my nipple that I barely notice him threading the chain through a hole in the metal headboard in front of me. He places a hand on my back, gentling guiding my hips up and forward.
My stomach pushes forward and my bump sticks out in front of me. He runs his hand up over it. I’m barely arching my back but it’s already starting to ache. He pulls the chain through the hole, encouraging me to move my chest closer to the headboard to avoid even a slight tug on my nipple.
He attaches the second nipple clamp. I gasp, panting against the pain. He looks at me with concern and I nod to let him know I can handle it, at least for now. My heart is pounding and I can feel it pulsing all over my body. My nipples throb.
He runs a hand down my spine and cups my bottom. Slowly, he runs a finger between my legs and inside of me. I buck involuntarily at the sensation, my whole body spasms. I scream out as both nipple clamps slip off together.
The relief of the pain stopping washes over me. I collapse back onto my heels, my back grateful to have returned to a neutral position. He reaches to reattach them but I shake my head.
Instead, he pushes me backwards onto the bed. My hands are still bound to my ankles underneath me and I feel completely immobilised. I pull slightly against the restraints and he smiles, amused by my attempts to move.
He pushes my knees apart and kneels between them. The head of his penis pushes me open. I feel him slide further into me and I rock my pelvis up to meet him. He fills me, brushing against every nerve inside me as he moves. I close my eyes to focus on the feeling.
It’s been so long since the last time we did this, the sensation is overwhelming for both of us. I moan uncontrollably as we move together. He thrusts into me, fast and urgent. The bed creaks beneath us. He doesn’t last long.
He collapses on top of me, his penis still twitching inside of me.
“I can feel a heartbeat,” he says, looking downwards, “is that yours or mine?”
“Well,” I reply with a smile, “there is currently a third option.”