This is my first story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. If it goes over well, perhaps I will continue the story.
Sue was nervous. She trusts Scott completely, but this is taking things to a new level.
It started several weeks ago. After a couple dozen years of marriage, Sue and Scott found themselves falling into a routine in bed. Not that they were unhappy, just that things were getting a bit stale. Sue knew Scott wanted more, to try new things. She tried to give him oral sex, but she just could not get into it, and she was grateful that Scott never pressured her. But they had always been good at communicating, and they talked about sex, and their desires, and where they wanted to go. They both agreed they did not want things to get boring.
So, they began experimenting. Sue began buying some sexier things to wear. When she learned that Scott had a bit of a fetish for women in corsets, she bought a couple, complete with matching stockings. Sue had a good body for a corset, and Scott loved the way she looked, and felt, in it. Then one evening he surprised her. As she lay down in bed, he took one of her hands and quickly tied a bathrobe tie around it. He pulled her hand to the edge of the bed and tied it in place.
Quickly he went around the bed, tying her arms and legs down, until she was spread eagle before him. Although she was a bit shocked at first, she had to smile when she saw his hands trembling as he tied the knots. He was nervous!
The sex that night was amazing. The lack of control (combined with her total trust in Scott) turned Sue on more than she would have imagined. Soon they were both reading about bondage, and discussing what each wanted, and what their limits were. The talked about safety and trust.
But their experiments in bondage did not go much further than tying her to the bed. They found better methods than the ropes from bathrobes, and they were a bit more safety conscious, but it still was mostly the same. Deep down, Sue began to fantasize about going further, perhaps into the realm of domination and submission. But she was not ready to bring that up yet. Then Scott suggested they should explore bondage further. Sue readily agreed, but Scott did not say anything more. When she asked what he had mind, he just smiled at her and told her to be patient.
Which brings us to where she is now.
Standing at the foot of the attic steps, dressed in her white corset with matching stockings that Scott told her to wear, waiting for him to tell her to come up. He went up ahead, apparently to make sure everything was ready, whatever it may be. For two weeks, since he brought up expanding their bondage play, Scott had been spending evenings up here. It was obvious he was cleaning, but she did not know what else may be going on. He refused to say anything, other than telling to be patient, and do NOT go up there.
He soon re-appears, but instead of calling her up, he comes down the steps, holding something behind his back. Without saying a word, he slips a piece of cloth over her eyes, blindfolding her and robbing her of her sight. She can feel her heart begin to beat faster, her breath a bit shallower. He takes her hands and carefully leads her up the stairs into the attic space of their old house.
She safely reaches the top of the steps, and he tells her to stand still. The attic is warm, but not too hot. Instead of smelling dusty and stuffy, it smells like wood and candles. She can hear him moving around, but is clueless as to what he is doing. But the lack of sight only excites her more, and she feels the moisture between her legs.
Without warning Sue feels him take hold of her right arm. He wraps something around her wrist, and she can faintly hear the sound of Velcro as he adjusts it. He repeats the process on her left wrist, and then on each ankle. He brings her arms together in front of her, and she hears a faint metallic click. Her hands are now fastened together in front of her. Next, she feels his hands at the back of her neck, pulling her hair back and out of the way. She gasps slightly when she feels a collar being placed around her neck. Her breath catches, a sudden combination of fear and lust wash over her. Another click is heard, and she feels herself being pulled forward by the collar. She can only imagine what she must look like... bound in a tight corset, thigh high stockings, arms bound together, being led by a leash.
Scott carefully places her in what she can only guess to be the center of the room. Again, he is handling her wrists. Sue hears the sound of metal on metal, and more clicking. And then; he is gone.
Her hands are still bound, but Scott is no longer next her. She feels vulnerable and alone. She hears him some feet away, but doing what she doesn't know. She cannot believe how simply taking away her sight has affected her. Every sensation seems more intense, even her own thoughts are more vivid and erotic.
Then Sue hears a sound, like rope moving. And she feels her hands being pulled upward, over her head. He must be raising her with a pully! She begins to panic, but the lifting stops when her hands are raised over her head, but her feet are still firmly on the floor. She tries to control her breathing. She trusts Scott. He would never hurt her. She quickly regains her composure, as her hands stop, held in place over her head.
As she calms herself, Sue becomes more aware of her surroundings. She can hear Scott moving, coming closer. She jumps slightly when he touches her leg. Another metallic click. Then he is holding her other leg; pulling it; spreading her legs apart. Another click, and she realized he is attaching a spreader bar to her ankles.
