The Bare Necessities

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life

We try to live a simple life. It’s not always possible with what life throws at us sometimes, but in general we try to live a balanced life, leaving things as we found them. It doesn’t take much to entertain us. Sit us on the porch with a cold drink and our hummingbirds to entertain us and we are happy. This even applies to our sex life. Just give us a butt plug and a roll of cling film, and we have a sexy scene!

Well I guess it’s a little more complicated than that.

He called me early in the day and gave me instructions for a special task.

I need you to edge yourself today, four times you are to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm, and then stop for thirty seconds. You can use any toy and any media to get you there. You must also fully prepare yourself for our play this evening and put in your butt plug before I get home. 

This is an excited and daunting task. I love edging, but sometimes it’s so hard to stop and having to do it four times in a row is even harder. I kept it simple, using just my fingers and some sexy Fetlife photos combined with my own imagination. What was he getting me all geared up for? What was he going to do to me tonight. All the delicious possibilities bounced around in my head, creating some excellent fodder for my fingers.

I almost came, or I thought I did come at one point. I pushed it a little too far and as soon as I pulled my fingers away, I felt that tipping over, a ruined orgasm. I immediately put my hand back on my clit to see if I was still on the brink or if I’d just failed my task. Luckily, I still felt that growing need. If I’d had an orgasm, even a ruined one, it would have taken me a while to get back to that feeling. I pulled my hand away quickly and counted to thirty, glad that I was still in the game.

He came home and I greeted him in my new blue lingerie, plugged and ready to go. I have learned to be patient at this time, which wasn’t always easy in the past. He would come home and need a few minutes to decompress, and I would be amped up and ready to go, dripping and humming, a needy little slut. Now, I’m patient as I can be, knowing that he will want to sit down before he showers. I’m still buzzing inside, a flutter of excitement pulsing through me while my exterior remains still and calm.

He tells me we are playing in the living room and to put on some porn while he showers. I have the couch opened up so that it’s a big bed, thinking we will christen it, get it’s new clean cushions all dirty, just like us. I should know better, it’s his plan after all! I kneel and wait for him, the TV blasts a montage of anal sex, close ups of shiny butts getting reamed by big hard dicks. I close my eyes and play my own personal porno in my mind, that seems to do it for me so much better than the contrived scenes of pleasure pounding on the screen.

He always comes up behind me and rubs my neck and back, stroking me as if to calm the fire that has built up inside me all day. I am in control. Release yourself to me. It works. His hands are firm and sure. They rub at my scalp, down my neck to the front of my shoulders, and down further to my breasts. He tweaks my nipples. Mine. And he pulls me up to standing. I am already melting in his heat. He gestures towards the screen and silently tells me not to take my eyes off of it before walking out of the room. When he comes back, my eyes flit to him and what is in his hands. Nipple pumps. Do I need to blindfold you? Yes, you do. He moves my head back towards the screen with his hand and stands behind me, removing the carefully chosen lingerie and tossing it on the floor in front of me.

I feel an electricity between us, a literal energy, and I hear a crackle behind me, like the buzzing of tiny power lines. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I am two seconds away from opening my mouth to say that I’m scared. That I’m not sure if I can do this. I feel something smooth and plastic touch the back of my bare legs. I exhale. It’s not actual electricity, it’s clingfilm! He wraps it around me tightly, and at first I love the constriction. There is a moment when I think that it’s going to be too much, that I’ll be hot and itchy, but it passes quickly. I enjoy the feeling of being tightly wrapped and the rhythmic motion as he circles me over and over. He gives me the option of leaving my head unwrapped and I take it. This is the first time and I want to be able to speak and breath and see.

I thought that my boobs would look sexy all bound up in clear plastic, but when I looked down, they were grotesquely smooshed, my nipples pointing in two different directions. I didn’t need to worry about how I looked. He faced me with that evil grin he gets when he’s being particularly sadistic, and he pulled a pillow case over my head and shimmied it down over my shoulders. I was in the dark now.

He used a knife to carefully cut holes in the plastic for my nipples, the sharp blade barely scraped my hot skin, making me yelp. He tugged on my nipples, pulling them out from their plastic prison. Then I felt something on them, a pinch, a sharp pulling pain. The nipple pumps! They feel so unexpectedly strange sometimes. I wish he’d gotten a photo of me at this point, because I’m sure I looked ridiculous. A pink sausage wrapped in plastic with bouncing nipple pumps and a pillowcase for a head isn’t ideally sexy, but being at the mercy of your Dom certainly is. And, I was at his mercy as he began to spank me through the plastic wrap. He used his hands at first, then he switched to the roll of leftover clingfilm, the thuddy impacts dulled by the layers wrapped around me. Off came the pumps and I squealed at the sharp pain as blood rushed back to my nipples.

He led me away from where I was standing, an awkward shuffle as only the lower half of my legs were free, and bent me over the back of the couch like a flopping fish. I just laid there, propped up and unable to move. Be still. I feel him at my ass, working the knife into the plastic film creating a hole, a dick sized hole, perhaps? He removes my plug and I feel him spreading lube on me through the hole. Not being able to move has it’s perks. I am not a person at this point, just a plastic thing with a ready hole. I can’t wriggle or jerk, I can’t grind or hump. I can only take it, and it feels good as he slowly slides into me.

Are you ready for me to fuck you now? I am, and I yell out in a pant, a muffled scream as he starts to hammer into me. He keeps talking to me, telling me what he’s doing to me. I’m going all the way in now. He bottoms out and I can feel every inch as he spreads me open. I’m throbbing and sensitive, and I can feel him harden and thicken inside me right before he comes, spurting streams of his hot liquid. I’m all feeling right now, the plastic and the hood have shut out the outside world, the ass fucking has quieted my brain. He turns me around, removes my hood and I tell him I need something on my clit. He slices the clingfilm with his knife and inserts a vibrator between my squeezed legs, and I collapse onto him as I come.

I’m panting and moaning in my plastic coffin, unable yet to create a coherent thought. I open my eyes, and see black fur. It takes me a moment to register. Bear! I sputter the word, barely audible, almost indiscernible. Bear! What? Bear! I grunt as I stand upright and shuffle over to the window. He’s only twelve feet away from where I’m standing, a thin piece of glass and a few layers of plastic separate him from my bare skin. He got these shots of me bearing myself to our bear, a hobbled sub and a savage predator.

We are lucky to live where we do, and I know I say that a lot. Not everyone get’s confronted with nature on a daily basis like we do. We get to indulge our primal selves in an environment where primal predators thrive. We may not have the best internet connection, we can’t get packages delivered to our door, and you might lose a tooth when driving up our bumpy gravel driveway, but we are okay with the bare necessities if it means we get to bear witness to something like this.