Because She Loves Me….

It is Saturday morning, the day before my birthday. I am ‘sleeping in’ after another typical high stressed week of work. I am the COO of a successful large metal fabrication business having numerous plants with substantial contracts both in the military and industrial manufacturing fields. It’s a great job; it’s a demanding job. I am still asleep, dressed in my pajama bottoms and nothing else, typical for me, when I am awakened by my wife fussing with my right wrist. I feel her pressing something hard against it when I hear the distinctive clicking sound of a handcuff being secured to my wrist. I am lying on my side, and she quickly straddles herself over my hip. She pulls on my other arm, partially rolling me onto my stomach as she says quietly, mischievously, but with intent, “Don’t fight me, behave, or your balls will regret it.”  And with that she snaps the second cuff onto my left wrist, so that my arms are secured behind my back. My 24 hours have started.

“Happy birthday,” she whispers in my ear. “I think you’ll enjoy your present. I have been working on it for some time. I got some help along the way from Mike and some of his friends, I hope you’ll be ok with that, but if not, what can I tell you, what’s done is done. You’re in for a long day and night, but then, it’s what you said you wanted when I asked, remember?” I gulp at the mention of Mike’s participation, then I just lay there, with a tiny bit of anxiety and apprehension countered with a measure of anticipation and a growing smile. Bondage play is what I said I wanted. And I really do want it. She then nonchalantly snapped my matching leg irons around my two ankles. These Smith & Wesson steel cuffs are part of my personal collection of bondage toys that I keep locked in a trunk under our bed. She knows where the key is hidden.

“Can I go pee?” I ask.

“No, hold it, we are headed downstairs in a minute.” She then adds, “Now, I do not want you to speak unless I ask you a question. If you fail at that I will gag you. When I do want an answer from you, you’ll know it and then you are to address me as Ma'am, as in Yes, Ma’am or No, Ma’am. Keep it short, sweet and obedient. Today you will be my personal bondage toy, so I will call you ‘Toy’. Just like my other sex toys, you are only here to pleasure me. When not doing that, you will be just there waiting for me, bound and waiting. Tight, like you love it, and waiting, just waiting, going nowhere. My bondage toy.”  A long answer to my simple question asking to relieve myself. Wow, this is so different than when we have played before, her always waiting for instructions, hesitating, overthinking the playtime. She has been talking to Mike or reading or something. This character change is exciting. My optimism for the day builds quickly.

She untangles me from my bed sheet and blanket, sits me up, then puts a leather dog collar around my neck and affixes a leash. I notice she is still in her nightgown. She finishes with a makeshift blindfold, using a black Ace bandage wrapped around my head multiple times with the end tucked in behind. She pulls the leash, and I slide off the bed onto my feet. She tugs forward and I cautiously shuffle following the leash, in darkness and with my steps restricted by the ankle cuff’s chain. Knowing my house well, I’m not having too much difficulty in keeping up with her and she is not rushing. We get to the stairs. She assists me as I tentatively begin the process of navigating down one step at a time. Now on the first floor we move around to the stairs heading to our finished lower level. This floor is below grade from the front of the house but due to the sloping terrain is at ground level in the back, making this a walk-out floor that leads to our large backyard, patio and pool.

I’m now curious as to where our destination is. Turns out we are headed to the downstairs guest suite. Our finished basement has two parts, my large workshop and the remainder a sort of an in-law suite comprising of a bedroom, bathroom, sitting area and small kitchenette. We primarily use this area as a second bathhouse for the pool and staging area for outside party picnics. It will have another use today.

I am guided into the bedroom and backed up to the bed. She drops my PJs, making a point to fondle my now exposed penis which while not yet fully erect has shown interest in what is happening. “Open your mouth and swallow these” she says as she puts some pills into my mouth and gives me sips of water to get them down. “They are your morning meds, with a little kicker. They are a birthday gift from Mike. He assures me they will not harm you, only help you stay hard for the duration.” And she giggles. As I said before, she seems like she is having some fun with this. I certainly am and I’m delighted that it appears she is too. It turns out that Mike has shipped her a few items to use for this playdate. The gift box includes this serving of two 20 mgs tabs of Tadalafil, the generic form of Cialis. A double dose. They were part of my daily routine when I was submissive to Sir Michael and DR. D out West. They will be again today.

With that finished, I am pushed backwards, and I fall onto the bed. I immediately noticed that I am not lying on the normal bedspread or cotton bedsheets, but a somewhat taught cold plastic sheeting now pressing against my naked body. She maneuvers me around so that I am in the middle of the bed. I am uncomfortable due to my hands trapped behind my back. “Hey, how about the trip to the bathroom?" I mutter. “You don’t listen well Toy. I will gag you if you don’t keep quiet. You’ll just have to hold it or have an accident, your choice.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answer timidly. I chose to hold it. I then feel her push the leg irons up my leg as she puts on nylon web cuffs secured by Velcro around my ankles. These are good quality cuffs that are very secure, taken from our collection of toys. She instructs me to behave while she unlocks and removes the irons, pulls my dropped PJs free, and then spreads my legs and secures them wide and tight to the corner posts of the bed. Yanking on my leash and collar I am pulled into a sitting position so she can remove the handcuffs. That is a relief. I am then pushed back down. My right hand is pulled so that it is perpendicular to my body. A matching cuff is put on my wrist, and it is tightly secured to the side bed rail. This is repeated with the left hand. The collar and leash are removed. I am now spread wide. She has made an effort to stretch and pull my limbs taught. Again, out of character from her past; it’s wonderful.

A few moments pass when I feel her climbing onto the bed. And then onto me. She too is now naked. I can’t see her, but she feels fantastic lying on top of me. She is wiggling to excite me as she passionately begins to kiss me. I am instantly aroused, my dick hard. I kiss back with passion and try to thrust my middle up against her.  This goes on for a few minutes when she stops suddenly and announces that my body is unacceptable and she must fix it.