One good thing is that it generated the highest number of comments of any of my efforts so far. Keep up the good work, even if you hate it, OK?
You may wish to read The Lover’s Choice first if you haven’t already.
The Lover’s Choice Part Two
Al and his wife, Zoe, sipped champagne and basked in the afterglow of what for them had been a highly successful first try at dominance and submission in the bedroom. Al had found himself feeling that his marriage was in danger from, for lack of a better way to put it, a nagging “sameness” in their lovemaking and had decided to intervene preemptively. Before tonight Al and his wife had made love once a week, every Saturday night- same time, same place, same circumstances. In Al’s mind at least, a change was overdue. Additionally, he was dissatisfied with his wife’s lingerie collection, which had grown old and too familiar. To him the time was ripe to address their sex life before routine turned to resentment.
Al was very much in love with his wife as she was with him. Neither was even remotely interested in taking other lovers. They were just in a bit of a rut in the bedroom and Al had taken it upon himself to act to try to change their lovemaking routine. His trip to The Lover’s Choice to refresh his wife’s lingerie supply with new leather and lace was a grand leap of faith in the depth of their love. His wife, Zoe, though surprised by Al’s choice in new lingerie, had reacted perfectly, accepting and then embracing the change. She had even agreed to take a stab at being a submissive “damsel in distress.”
In fact, she had become excited by her husband’s mild “mistreatment” when he had tied her hands behind her back and called her “slave.” In addition, his undivided attention to her pleasure had produced an orgasm so powerful that the couple had decided to stop, have a drink, and discuss what had just happened to them.
“Honey,” said Al, “you were amazing. That was amazing.”
Zoe fluffed a couple of pillows and sat up. “I’m pretty sure that I’ve never had an orgasm as intense as I just had. I’m still woozy from it.”
“So, you enjoyed the role play?”
“Yes, I did,” was the beautiful blonde’s reply. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“I’m just trying to get a handle on this, Zoe,” said her husband, “to try to figure out where we go from here. I’m pretty sure that neither of us wants to go back to last week. We’re moving into “terra incognito” and I’m just trying to chart a successful course for us. Talk to me, honey.”
“I’m not sure what to say, Al,” was her reply. “I will say this. At first, I wasn’t sure that I could handle the acting part but as it turned out, I really liked it. I guess we just tapped into a subconscious fantasy or something because it all came so naturally to me. The more I imagined myself to be in peril the more turned-on I got.”
“So, you’d be willing to try it again?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well,” said Al, “the kids will be with their grandmother until tomorrow night. I’m not sleepy in the slightest and there’s the matter of reciprocity, you know. I need to get off,” he said, stressing the word “need.” Are you ready for the second act? You’re already dressed for success.” He smiled as he reached down to massage his now flaccid penis. A half an hour ago he had been fully erect and unconsciously dry-humping the bed as he concentrated on his wife’s pleasure to such earth-shattering effect. His juices were still flowing.
“Oh yeah,” his wife repeated, smiling the “I love you so much and boy, are you gonna appreciate it real soon” look.
“Come here and kiss me, slave.”
Zoe put down her champagne flute and rolled off the pillows and into her husband’s arms. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest as they kissed each other passionately. Their lips had hardly parted when Al said “Slave, you will stand up, hands at your sides. Put your legs together, now.” Al retrieved a handful of satin straps which had been included in the St. Valentine’s Day gift along with her current outfit, a topless leather bustier with matching fishnet stockings and garter belt. Zoe stood silently.
Al stared at his wife, focusing on her breasts, which hung over the tightly cinched leather corset, full and darkly-nippled. He thought to himself how incredibly lucky he was to have such an attractive lover. Not only was she beautiful and by any reasonable standard, “stacked,” but here she was standing in front of him in a submissive position, waiting to be tied and dominated sexually. “Man,” he thought, “it just doesn’t get any better than this.”
He knelt before his wife and began to tie her ankles together, careful not to tie too tightly. As he worked, he kept a weather eye out to make sure that she didn’t fall while he finished tying the bow. In quick succession he tied her thighs and then three more times on her upper torso. Al wanted his beautiful wife to be restricted, but not overly so. He certainly did not want his access to her chest blocked in any way. He had plans.
Throughout the entire time, Zoe had stood silently as the black satin straps were applied one-by-one. It was almost like slowly being paralyzed from the ground up- very sexy, she thought to herself as her husband’s wrapping activity ascended and her freedom of movement descended. The final strap had been applied just above her elbows and wrapped around her body securing her upper arms but allowing her lower arms to move. Her hands were not tied.
Finished, he carefully lowered his captive to the bed. When Zoe looked up she could see her husband standing in front of her. “Please, master,” she moaned plaintively, “I’m afraid. Don’t do anything else to me.”
“Are you in pain, slave?” he asked.
“No, master.”
“Then you need to be quiet, slave,” was his cold reply, “or I will gag you.” The thought of his wife lying on the bed tied and gagged was so new and exciting to him that his erection quickly returned to its full size. He slowly stroked his cock in front of his supine blonde captive.
For her part, Zoe was allowing herself to fold back into the role-playing, imagining that she was, in fact, “in distress.” At the same time the sight of her husband standing above her stroking his cock coupled with the sensation of helplessness created by the satin ties aroused her and caused her pussy to re-lubricate. She squirmed and mumbled “please,” half staying in character and half-heartedly challenging her master to make good on his threat to gag her. Although she had never actually been gagged- their sex life up ’till then was way, way too conventional for that- she found that the mental image of her tied, gagged, and under threat of sexual assault was highly stimulating. “Please,” she said again, “Please don’t do this to me,” she said with ever so slight of a smirk, signaling to her husband that she was “asking” to be gagged.