The lights were off when Jason opened the door. That was odd. Kat should have been there. And if Kat wasn't there, where was the baby? As he walked to the bedroom in the darkness, Jason began to grow worried about his family. Before he could think too much about it, a figure stepped out of the doorway behind him. Before he could react, his arms were tethered behind his back and he was yelling frantically.
"Hey!" scolded a familiar voice. "You're gonna wake up the baby!"
Jason breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"You scared the shit out of me!" he gasped.
In the sliver of light sneaking in through the blinds, Jason could barely see Kat and when his eyes adjusted, he discovered she wasn't wearing much of anything. On her short, curvaceous frame was a black leather corset that allowed her cleavage to pour out and hanging on her hips was one of her ten pairs of black pants.
"Cute. How much was it?"
"Can you just shut up for, like, ten seconds and enjoy this?"
Jason cracked a little smirk. He had a way of downplaying his wife's advances.
"Don't you wanna know how work was?" he teased.
"Shut up," she answered with a tug on his hand.
"Where are we going?" he inquired playfully.
"Shut UP!"
Once inside the bedroom, Kat spun on her heel and pushed Jason back onto the bed.
"Tonight, we're playing a little game. You stay quiet and do everything I tell you."
"Oh, this sounds fun," Jason said mockingly as he sat up, "and what do I get for my cooperation?"
"Well, you might get to fuck me. But only if you're lucky."
Somehow, Kat had caught Jason on a night he was actually in the mood for games. She paused the obligatory moment for his objections and when she heard none, she overcame her shock enough to proceed. Without another word Kat flounced across the room and dipped her hand into a paper bag propped against the wall, producing a long strip of leather. Silently, she straddled Jason's legs and draped her arms around Jason's neck, drawing the strap up until the ball in the middle lodged firmly between his teeth. After fastening the buckle on the back of his head, she sat back satisfied with her efforts.
"Arms up," Kat commanded. To her surprise, Jason actually obeyed her. This excited Kat and made her movements swifter and stronger. In what seemed like no time, she had stripped Jason and he was laying completely naked on the bed, a little scared of what she might do. But Kat wasn't finished yet. Silently, she pulled two pairs of soft leather cuffs from the bag. Without consulting her slave, she fastened his left wrist into one cuff. The corresponding end was fixed to the cold metal bar at the head of the bed. The process was repeated with the right hand. Jason could have easily used one hand to free the other, but at this point he was interested in what else Kat had in her bag of tricks.
"Now, I'm going to go down on you. I want you nice and hard for me."
Before Jason could respond, Kat's head dipped down and she licked the tip of his cock. His penis jumped a little, but she wasn't satisfied. She opened her mouth wide and hungrily took him in. Closing her lips over her teeth, she slid him in and out, over and over until she was content with his hardness . Consulting her bag of tricks again, she came up this time with what looked like a whip handle with a sprout of leather whisps at the opposite end. Slowly, she dragged the strands up the inside of his thigh. Involuntarily, Jason clenched his buttocks. At this sign of insolence, Kat playfully swatted Jason's hardened cock with the miniature cat-o-nine tails. A tiny grunt escaped his gag and Kat glared up at him. Looking back down, she punished his cock over and over until no sound came from him. Jason was surprised when he had the courage to steal a glance downward and found he was even harder than before. He rolled his eyes in wonder and when they focused again on his wife, she was uncapping the lid on a tube that looked almost like a toothpaste container. Jason knew this tube. He and Kat had played with lubricants before, but this one didn't look like the white and blue off-brand they normally used. Before he could discern what was written on the tube, Kat had slathered it on her hands and was lowering a tight fist onto Jason's hard cock. He gasped harshly as his penis pushed its way through the closed fingers and into a simulated vagina. In seconds the only sounds in the room were the wet slippery sound of lubricant, the bed sheets sliding under naked skin, and Jason's helpless moans.
With hips pumping, Jason's mind began to wander through the thick wetness he pushed into. It felt pretty convincing and the more he thought about it, the closer to orgasm he crept. Suddenly, Jason felt a light sting: the realization came fast. The unfamiliar tube had held a warming liquid spiced with menthol. Just as he felt the necessary muscles begin to itch for release, he thrusted into nothingness. Kat sat watching with great amusement as Jason pushed his hips upward but felt nothing but the cool night air around them. With a faint whimper, Jason flicked his tortured eyes toward Kat's stoic face.
"Well, I couldn't let you come just yet. You see, we're not done here."
Kat leaned over Jason's head and quickly unsnapped the cuffs.
