Because She Loves Me….

If you don’t really care about knowing the back-story to why this all occurred, just skip to Chapter 1 where the action starts, however, if you want to understand the contextual circumstances of why my wife did this to me you might want to read on.

This is a voluntary writing. You may have read one or all four of my previous journals that report on my sessions in contracted bondage servitude. They were written and published as a requirement of my masters and describe in detail the real events of strict bondage and intense sexual abuse bordering on torture I endured at their hands. What follows is also a chronicle of true events but comparatively it is of a more docile bondage play experience at the hands of my wife, given to me as a birthday present. While not severe like my other experiences, the 24 hours under my wife’s control was none-the-less exhilarating, taxing and sexually gratifying. I decided to write about it to give a contrast to my previous mandated writings. I took no notes, I don’t have her written plans and there are no extensive video tapings to review as I write this as I did with the others, just my memory and the few photos and short phone video clips my wife took to tease me. She is unaware of this writing and posting.

What she did to me was fantastic, primarily because she secretly sought and received expert help with the planning from my best friend Mike. You may already know him as Sir Michael from my secret servitude experiences outlined in the aforementioned journals of which my wife is completely unaware and that must remain so to preserve my marriage. Mike and I have been best friends since college, and she has known him since then too. Mike is gay.  And of course, I am not. She knows he and I talk about all kinds of things regularly. She is certainly aware we have discussed and teased each other over the years about our individual sexual likes and dislikes including my bondage fetish, his gay conquests, even our cock sizes. The strange thing is the two of them have chatted about those kinds of things too. While she would never talk about sex with any other man, she is at ease and has fun talking with him. They share stories, have compared notes and tips on blow jobs, he has even sent her a photo of his dick. That story alone would take a couple of paragraphs. So, yes, they are comfortable with each other. And I am fine with it; Mike is completely non-threatening from a romantic relationship concern.

So, she ironically went to him asking for bondage play ideas oblivious to Mike’s and my recently shared BDSM experiences. Agreeing to help, he then collaborated with another player from those adventures, a person I know as DR. D, a more villainous practitioner of BDSM. DR. D’s mate and part-time submissive also helped along with a few of the other masters I have come to know from Las Vegas. Their proposals were the foundation of what she did to me. Their suggestions of bondage positions and games included things that she would never have thought of on her own and certainly not have wanted to try. She did so due to their good-natured coaxing and because Mike assured her that fulfilment of such fantasy play would make me happy, maybe even euphoric.  And so, with their guidance and support she did put me into bondage, being much more adventurous and daring in her actions than she could have contrived and contributed in on her own. She even had some fun doing it.

I’m not thrilled that my other writings are posted on the web as I feel they shame me and reveal things I’m embarrassed to have performed and/or allowed to be done to me. None the less, I recommend you read them, at least the first one, ‘Eight Days in a Bondage Contract’ to give yourself a much better understanding of my venture into the BDSM world as a submissive. My assuming a subservient role that includes bondage and abuse eases stress related to my normal Type A personality. However, note that the journals are long, so if you don’t have the time or simply prefer a quick read, then I’ll give you this short synopsis of my bondage fetish in lieu of searching them out.

I have had thoughts of bondage since I was young. As an adult those thoughts have grown into various fantasies of putting females into sexual bondage. I equally fantasize about the reverse; being bound and sexually used by woman. But being very happily married, I would only want to fulfil these dreams with my wife.

Trouble is my wife isn’t into bondage fantasies. When we were first married, she did her best to let me tie her up with ropes or leather, but her body language and facial expressions openly displayed her lack of enjoyment from bondage play, especially if I made it tight or playfully used a paddle or riding crop on her. Because I loved her, these expressions would distress me and ruin the scene for both of us. So, we switched to her doing me. That was fine, but she wasn’t very adventurous and still got no sexual gratification from the play. This would again lead to an unfulfilled event for me. But she did try, which I was always grateful for, but I would remain frustrated. And she knew it.

BTW, we otherwise have an active normal and adventurous sex life that we both enjoy, a lot and often.

But, for the most part, for years I have had a sex life without much bondage play which I miss, and wish was different. However, about once a year my dear wife will, out of her love for me, offer to bind me up in various ways and then sexually play with me trying her best to please me. Simple bondage with sex, nothing challenging or dominating. We do have a trunk full of bondage toys collected over the years but most of them go unused when she plays with me. This play usually occurs around my birthday as a gift to me (shopping for me is hard). This playtime sometimes goes on for as long as two to three hours, a real strain for her. A couple of times she even surprised me with an extra session at Christmas. I am very appreciative of this, and I let her know she is special. Afterwards, though, I notice she always feels melancholy, thinking that she has failed me. Or it may be from something else related to the play, I was never quite sure, and she didn’t share.

My infatuation with bondage doesn’t bother her, but she didn’t really understand the lure of it either, but Mike might. That led to her initial phone call to him and their subsequent collaboration. She told him she really wanted to go all out to make this birthday extra special. Binding and having sex with me were going to be her only gift. She just was at a loss of how to make it exciting and fresh for me. And she didn’t want to ask me as she hoped to keep much of it a surprise. Mike certainly came through for her while fully keeping my confidentiality of past shared transgressions. He knew all about my bondage fantasies, desires, likes, dislikes, my sexual use and punishment when bound and my need for short periods of servitude as a release method for the high stress I endure from the job, and life, for that matter. He is a smart guy and was able to coach her without providing even a hint of how he knew such things other than from our long-term friendship, our regular phone conversations and his own experiences.  What they discussed, planned, and she executed follows.