Spider-pets (Patreon)

Mary Jane was on all fours, in a way. Her arms were in long gloves with clips and straps in several places. Her fingers, curled into fists, were strapped into the gloves to stay that way, so she couldn’t do anything with her hands. Belts buckled her wrists to her shoulders so that she had to support her weight on her elbows. She wore thick leather stockings that did the same thing to her legs. Her ankles were belted to her thighs, so she could only crawl around on her knees. The only other thing she wore besides the shoulder-length gloves and the thigh-length stockings was a blindfold. Her body, from groin to neck, was naked—there was a collar around her neck—and her face was exposed except for the blindfold she wore. Right now, she was not Peter’s wife, she was his pet, and like any pet, she padded around on all fours on the ground.

Unfortunately, Peter had been called away after putting her in her bitchsuit. She knew there were things he had to deal with as Spider-Man, but she wasn’t certain if that was why she was waiting. It was possible he’d come back and was now enjoying the sight of her, moving around blind and severely hobbled in her bitchsuit, relishing the ownership and control she so happily gave him.

It was also possible Felicia and Gwen had distracted him. His other wives could be very distracting, Mary Jane would give them that, and Peter could be doing plenty with them while also savoring having her in her bitchsuit. He might even have put Felicia and Gwen in their own bitchsuits; the thought of which made Mary Jane wonder why he wouldn’t start with her. Maybe he was strapping Felicia and Gwen in, making sure they were nice and blindfolded, before he came back to sate her lust. In which case, it could be any minute when she’d finally have her arousal dealt with. It turned her on wildly, being in her bitchsuit, knowing that Peter could do whatever he wanted with her. After all, he’d already done this…

Then she heard the door to the room opening. “Well, it’s about time!” she said. “I love dressing up for you, Peter, you know that, but what’s the point if you’re not going to do anything about it? You don’t need to give me time to get heated up. If you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Come on, tiger, there isn’t anything in the way.” She shook her hips, hoping that wherever Peter was, he was looking at her ass from behind. “Look at that pussy, would ya? It’s all shaved and waxed and oiled. Go on, touch me there. Please? I’ve got a real itch between my legs. I can’t do anything about it, but you can…”

She heard footsteps coming near to her. Mary Jane strained in her bitchsuit. She wondered if it wasn’t Peter, but maybe Gwen or Felicia. Oh well, she hardly cared, so long as they fucked her. Peter’s other wives couldn’t compare to the man himself, not when they were so obviously lacking the cock that made it worth being in such a fetishistic outfit, but any sex was better than just waiting around in bondage.

“Please, touch my pussy. You know I’d do it if I could—but the whole point is I can’t. Oh, yes, your hand feels so good on my leg. God, you’re tickling me, you bastard! Peter, is that even you?”

Fingers trailed up the insides of her thighs, stroking the tops of her black stockings. Mary Jane stretched and purred as the fingers traced over the bare, sensitive skin just outside her stockings. Then they ran further, up the cheeks of her exposed buttocks. Mary Jane breathed huskily as they squeezed her bubbly ass.

“My cunt,” she said. “Touch my cunt. I know you’ll like it, no matter who you are.”

She moaned, feeling the hands move down between her thighs, clever fingers now spreading her labia. She knew now that she was seen, watched, her pretty pink pussy gazed at. To be lusted after by someone who Mary Jane couldn’t see, didn’t know—not for sure—it made goosebumps rise on her naked body. She felt wetness trickling through her sex. Her body ached with more need than ever. Being touched hadn’t sated her, it’d only made her more horny… as the toucher had wanted, she was sure.

“Do you like what you see? Felicia shaved me bare. But don’t worry, I don’t taste of shaving cream. Not after Felicia cleaned up after herself. She couldn’t keep her tongue out of my slit. How about you? Would you like a taste? Maybe it’d give you and the Cat something to talk about later. And I want you to lick my pussy. I think I’d like for you to taste it…”

Instead, fingers touched her pussy. It was a man’s fingers, a man’s touch, but with the blindfold on and the man so silent, Mary Jane wasn’t sure it was Peter. That was alright, though. The whole point of the blindfold was so she didn’t, couldn’t know who was touching her. And there was still a kind of seeking gentleness to the touch that excited her, even if she was dying to be fucked hard.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed, stretching as his finger slid over her moist slit. “Feel how wet I am, how hot I am! My clit is standing up! I bet you can feel how hard it is. Oooh, rub it some more, please!”

Her pussy seemed to burst into flames when his finger stroked her burgeoning clit. He’d soaked his fingertip in the juices of her arousal and now it slipped and slid as it ran along her stiffened clit. The unpredictable movements of his slick finger sent erotic sparks through Mary Jane’s body. She strained, urging her sex to the man’s touch.

“Finger me!” she begged him. “Give it to me! I can’t take having it outside me any longer!”

Easily, he entered her pussy, the pad of his finger first stroking along the outer lips of her womanhood, then pushing between her folds. Moisture flowed around his penetrating finger. It went deeper and deeper, Mary Jane gasping, thrusting her pussy insistently at her own penetration. She wanted to open her thighs, suck this insertion into her sex, squeeze her legs around the man, trap him, keep him inside her.

“Do you like my cunt?” she asked sultrily, working fruitlessly against her binding. “Why not kiss it? Felicia cleaned me off inside and out. The only thing you’ll taste will be me and I taste like cotton candy down there.”

She felt his tongue flutter along her clit… the tip tickling, just barely touching her engorged bud.

“Holy fucking God, yes!” she whined, pushing her hips back into his licking mouth. “Suck me, nnnh, suck me hard! Bite on my clit! I want it rough, I want it hard, I wanna be your slave! That’s when I get the best sex, when I’m your private sex slave, when I’m your pet! Do anything you want to your pet! Mmmm, there’s nothing you can’t do to me, I want it all just as bad as you! My cunt’s boiling—get it while it’s hot!”

He sucked at her juicy pussy, his finger squishing into its heated folds. Mary Jane squirmed, writhed, pushed her sex to him, taking all he gave her and still moaning for more. Until she heard his zipper sliding down his fly.

“Is that you taking out your cock?” she asked. “God, I hope so. I want it in my mouth, tiger. I want to suck it. Oh hell, I want to swallow it. Hold my face in your hands and make me take it down my throat! You can fuck my mouth as hard as you want, I’ll show you how a real woman sucks cock!”

He stopped eating her out, but kept his finger going into her sex. Mary Jane was shaking with excitement and anticipation. She actually drooled, saliva running down her chin, not helped by how she licked her lips anxiously. Then the man’s hand came down on her head. He guided her lower, into a rod of hard, musky masculinity. His erect cock rubbed all over her lovely face. She knew it didn’t look anywhere near as beautiful as she did, but the way it made her feel was as pretty as anyone could ask for.

“Mm, I can tell how big it is, just about,” she said, trembling some more as she breathed in the aroused scent of his hard-on, right next to her flaring nostrils. “There’s only one man I know who has a big one like that. But it’s a little hard to tell with my hands locked up the way they are. Maybe you could cut me loose? Then I could touch you too. I really want to touch you. I want to do so much more than just suck your cock—and I want to suck your cock so bad…”