My boyfriend and I have always been very open in our relationship. We always talk about who we find attractive and joke about one of us running away with some random celebrity. We were friends years before we got together you see, our friends were going out in high school and we've been inseparable ever since. Because of this we've always been able to talk about everything, if something is wrong we sort it out and no-one ever gets hurt. It's something my friends have always been envious of; to them we live in our perfect little bubble.
Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm not happy, I love him more than anything, it's just that well, being friends first sometimes makes it difficult to talk about certain things. While I was growing up sex was just sex. You'd try the odd position and that would be it as far as experimenting was concerned. To me that's all there was too it. My friends on the other hand shared a very different view on sex. Whenever we get together they'll exchange stories and fantasies, talking about what they've been up to with their partners and what they want to do. They all seem so open about it, they know what they like and what the partners like. They can talk about it. I guess that's something I've always envied about them. Whenever they ask me about my sex life I'd go completely blank and try and divert their attention to someone else, it worked more often than not but I was always left wondering what I was missing out on.
Part of me has always been curious to know what guys fantasise about, lesbians are the obvious thing to turn to but there has to be more to it than that. The girls all talk about how great it is to share fantasies and to have them fulfilled and I've never had that and I'm pretty sure my boyfriend hasn't either. Next week is my boyfriend's birthday and I want to make it special for him. I'm going to bring his fantasy to life.
I could have just asked him what his fantasy was but I always seem to back out at that last minute, so here I am, sitting at his computer. I know I shouldn't go through my boyfriend's computer but this is for him. As I turn on the power I can feel my nerves building up, I realise how little I know about him, I have no idea what to expect, what if I can't do it? No, I have to focus. First things first, what's his password? I try his birthday, then my birthday. No luck. I look around the room for any clues, mother's maiden name? No. Got it! Loppy, his pet rabbit's name.
As the desktop loads I soon learn that I have no idea where to even look to find his porn, I know he watches it, but how do I find it. Having never had to look for it before, my first instinct is to check his internet history but it was clean. Ok, so I check the hard drive, but what do you search for when looking for porn? Scanning through his documents I find a suspicious looking folder, the only unnamed one I had come across. Feeling my heart pounding as I move the cursor over the folder I start imaging all the things that could be waiting for me in the next window. A small collection ambiguously named videos loaded on the screen. I couldn't make out much from the icons so I swallowed hard and opened them into a play list. Turning down the volume I sat back a watched.
At first I was confused. I knew these were bondage videos, but not what I had always expected from bondage. There was no dungeon furniture, no weird costumes, just kind of submission I guess. To my surprise I actually began to enjoy watching it. By the time I had reached the third video I had slid my hand up my skirt, running my fingers along the edge of my underwear. My other hand had worked its way to my bra, gently squeezing my boobs as my nipples grew harder.
As I watched the girls increasingly tease the man, who was now bound to a bed, I began touching my wet pussy, feeling myself getting more and more turned on. I could feel my body start to tense up as I began rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes, so close I can feel myself tipping over the edge.
Shit.
That was the front door. What time is? He can't be home already. I snapped out of my trance and shook my head. 6pm. How long had I been watching those videos? I quickly shut down the computer and ran down stairs.
"You look rather flushed," laughed Patrick.
I tried to hide my embarrassment, "Yeah, I was...doing some exercise."
"Since when do you exercise?" he joked and walked up stairs for a shower, kissing me on the head as he walked by.
That night I couldn't get those videos out of my head. Why couldn't Patrick have been just a few minutes late to arrive home, just this once. Needless to say I didn't sleep too well, I wanted to finish what I had started earlier that evening right there, but how would I explain my sudden interest in myself to Patrick. No, if anything this anticipation was going to make Friday night even better.
The next day Patrick went to work and I hit the shops. I had never realised how fun shopping for underwear could be. Usually I buy it because I need it, but now, well this underwear had a purpose. I was going to give Patrick a night to remember and I wasn't going to be doing that wearing just anything. After browsing and trying on countless bras and basques I finally settled for a black and white number; a black corset with white lace running along the top drawing all attention to my cleavage. I found a pair of black frilly underwear with the similar white lace, this time starting on the top of my thighs and going across to the bottom of my ass. Combined with black stockings, top hat and a pair of the highest heels, I was ready to go.
I couldn't bring myself to buy any restraints and props in person so I went online to finish my days shopping spree. After ordering the essential restraints, I didn't want to go over top so I settled for an under bed restraint, I searched for props. Feathers, blindfolds and vibrator, just in case of course, and I was done. I didn't want to go too far, not on my try at least.
Friday was soon here and my new toys had just arrived. It was like Christmas morning, but I didn't have long to play, Patrick was finishing early tonight and was due home in less than an hour. I went up stairs to set up the bed restraints and hid the rest of my purchases in my draws. I didn't have much longer to get ready so I slipped into my new underwear and threw a dress on top of them so not to ruin the surprise. I'd get everything else ready while he was in the shower.
I saw Patricks car pull up in the drive way. This was it. I'd been waiting all week for this and I couldn't wait.
I greeted Patrick at the door and wished him a happy birthday. Quickly kissing him I ushered him up the stairs.
"What's the rush? I've just got in," he questioned.
"Oh you'll see," I giggled to myself.
Patrick turned to look at me; he had a confused and slightly anxious look on his face.
"It's a surprise," I laughed, "So go up stairs and have a shower and then you can find out what it is," I said hugging him.
As requested he went up stairs, perhaps more confused than before.
I waited by the stairs until I heard the water running. That was my signal that it was safe to go back upstairs.
Taking off my dress I put on my heels and top hat and lit the few candles that sat around the room. I turned off the rest of the lights and waited at the foot of the bed for Patrick to return to the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later the door opened.
"Why's it so dark in here..." Patrick trailed off.
I could see him catch a glimpse of me in the corner of his eyes as he shut the door behind him. Standing up from the bed I took a few steps towards him, urging him to walk closer.
"What's all this?" he asked.
