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It's very exciting, to be moving in with a lover. Especially one as sweet and handsome as Charles was. He was a wonderful guy, charming and cheerful, and like me, very much into bondage and restraint. Not even solely as a Dom, as you might expect from someone of his sheer size and stature. He was willing, even eager, to explore being restrained by me, and he always had some new position or toy to try out, often handing me a little instructional video to study so I could bind him when it was my turn.
Charles was burly, barrel-chested and his muscles slightly obscured behind a thin layer of softness, so he looked much like an approachable teddy bear, but could flex and show tantalizing glimpses of muscle. He had a thin dusting of dark hair across his tanned skin, and just a tiny hint of greying at his temples and beard. I loved it, and I loved every second with him. And when I first saw him in a suit? Oof, the shirt just barely able to contain his bulk, and his muscles visible even through the material? I still swoon thinking about it.
When Charles asked me to marry him, I was ecstatic, even if my friend Remy was skeptical.
"I looked the guy up. He's been married six times! How do you account for that?"
I sighed. "You don't think he told me that? I know all about it; he just kept getting involved with the wrong guys."
"Well, then, why did they all delete their social media accounts? I can't find anything about them anywhere."
"Really, Rem? You're Instagram-stalking my fiance?"
So Remy had dropped it, and even consented to being my best man at the ceremony. And in the car after the reception, I found myself in the clutches of my new husband, having my tuxedo torn off and being bound up.
"Charlie, come on! We haven't even mmmmmmph!"
His hand sealed over my mouth, yanking my back against his chest. He peppered kisses on my forehead while I sat there, firmly gagged, unable to speak more than a muffled grunt against his large hand, perfectly clasping my face and enclosing it from my nostrils down to my chin. I could barely struggle, his thick muscled arm like an iron band pinning down my chest and arms, my face stuck immobile in his grip. "You are beautiful like this, my dear."
"Mmmmm mmmrrr. Mmrrr mmmm mrrr."
He laughed. "Now, be good, or I may have to punish you." he winked before letting go of my body, bending me forward so he could pull my arms behind my back and bind them with the softest of ropes, securing them in a boxtie before tearing the last remainders of my shirt off. He then pulled me once more into his lap and clipped the seatbelt shut over my chest, pinning me firmly to him while he handgagged me again and began playing with my nipples and the bulge in my neglected pants. "Simply beautiful. I may just have to keep you like this."
I gave him a playful whimper, and in response he nipped at my neck, pulling my head against his shoulder, further bracing the ironclad grip on my mouth. I was helpless and loving it.
"Don't worry, my darling. I'll let you have your turn. Tonight, though, you are mine."
Before he carried me into the manor, slung over his shoulder, he loosened his tie just enough to slip it over his head and use it as a gag, wrapping the extra silk around the knot just to fill my mouth more. "Come, my dear. I'll give you the tour tomorrow."
It wasn't like I had a choice, but I nodded and gave a happy little squeak. Charles squeezed my rear and laughed his deep, giddy laugh as he raced to bring me to our bedroom and ravish me all night. He quickly undid his ropework only to lace me tightly to the bed and replace my tie gag with a thick red ball gag, winking at me as he did so. He then proceeded to touch every part of my body and introduce me to new realms of pleasure, playing with my nipples, tickling my sides and armpits, sniffing my neck, sucking and jerking and even tapping my cock, among other things, even making me sniff his clothes as he stripped them off.
He edged me and milked me and played with me all night, and finally he untied me and held me close, nearly crushing me against his massive chest. "I love you, my darling." he whispered, snuggling me close. I was too drowsy to even suggest we clean ourselves up, and merely gave into the safety and warmth of the muscular chest my face was now laying against.
"I love you to-mmmph." I mumbled, Charles rolling and handgagging me with a soft giggle as he kissed my head. He didn't let go, and I didn't complain. Tonight, I was his.
"I just know it'll work this time. You're the one. The right one. The only one for me." he mumbled, and I fell asleep to his soft whispers of love and finally getting it right this time, gagged and swaddled in my muscular husband's arms.