Will and Susan were similar to many other couples around 30. They'd put off having kids to focus on their careers. Susan had a more active social life than Will did. He tended to keep to himself when not at work or with Sue. Of the two, Will tended to have the higher libido, though with their busy schedules that was not often an issue.
Sue had to leave town frequently, but they had a generally happy marriage and infidelity was not something that she viewed as a possibility for either of them. They had just finished dinner. Will was finishing up the dishes while Sue was double checking her suitcase.
"Got everything you need?"
"I think so, just doing a final check." Sue was more organized than most; at work, they joked that she had OCD, though that was just hyperbolic.
"What about sunscreen? It's hot in Phoenix this time of year." Neither of them got much of a tan, no matter the time of year.
"Haha. I don't think I'm going to have time to leave the hotel."
"You get to go to so many cool places and see all the hotels..."
"That just means when we go on vacation, we can see them together."
"Do you want a hand carrying the bag to the car?"
"That's ok; it's just a carry-on."
Will leaned in and kissed her. Within a moment, they were passionately making out. Sue put a hand on his chest and leaned back.
"Whoa," she said, catching her breath. "If you do that much more, I'll miss my flight."
"You have time," he smirked.
"Save that energy for when I get back."
"Text me when you land?"
"You know it."
She kissed him again and then was out the door.
Will had a routine whenever Sue was going to be gone for a few days. While they had made love last night, he was still horny. They always did when she was preparing to leave for a trip; once it was over, his mind tended to wander to what he would get up to on his own. It was nothing unfaithful; he loved her and had no desire for anyone else.
However, he had an active imagination. He remembered daydreaming as a child about his best friend's older sister tying him up. He had no idea why he was into the things that he was; he just accepted that those inclinations were part of him and always had been. He did not waste any time.
He moved the heavy four-poster bed slightly so that it moved off of a floorboard. Once done, he was able to remove the loose floorboard and take out his toys. Once his small chest was removed, he opened it and stripped, controlling his breathing so as to not get too turned on yet. He stripped and put on a chastity cage, then added the key to the nightstand. It was metal with open bars so that it was easy to clean. He liked the weight of it and not being able to take care of himself until the night was over.
That done, he put 4 leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, then locked them, and put the key next to his cage key. He tossed a blindfold, noise canceling headphones, a remote, and a ballgag on the bed before continuing. He took some lengths of bondage rope and attached each to a bedpost. 3 were relatively long. Before progressing further, he went to retrieve an ice lock he had frozen in the freezer. From experience, he knew that it took about 4 hours to melt enough to release. It looked like a long tube; it would only split enough to release him when melted.
He was getting excited now and straining against his cage, not that that accomplished anything. The frustration was sweet though. He took a medium sized butt plug and applied a good amount of lube. Kneeling down, he slowly worked it in until he felt himself close around the base. He used the remote to set the plug to change pattern and intensity every few minutes, then added it to the ever growing pile on the nightstand.
It was getting close to complete now and he relished the vibration as the plug changed pattern. Closing his eyes to appreciate it for a moment, he got back to work. He attached the rope to his leg restraints and tied them tightly. He hadn't been a boy scout but fancied himself pretty handy with knots. While his arms were still free, he attached his ice lock to the rope in one corner, then to a handcuff on the other side. He used his right hand to secure the rope to his left. Really liking having no idea how long he would be stuck, he put on the blindfold and headphones, then turned up the music. Then came the ballgag; he cinched it tightly, but it had holes in it, so breathing wouldn't be an issue. Lastly, he carefully threaded the handcuff through the d-ring on his right wrist. He rolled his arm to get the handcuff locked, then he was home free.
Not literally, but he did find being restrained freeing. He was tied spread-eagle to the bed quite tightly. He couldn't move his limbs more than an inch or so in any direction. With the gag, he couldn't call for help. The blindfold blocked all light, so he could not see despite the light being on. The pièce de résistance was the headphones; he had put on a random type of music just to drown out any outside noise. Not being able to see or hear, he had no idea how to track the passage of time and he relatively quickly found himself in subspace. He was always aroused by bondage, in any form. He focused on the vibrations deep in his ass, then his cock would try and fail to get hard, bringing his mind back to the totality of his situation. It was a cycle that he loved and he had no idea how long he'd be there.
* * *
"Will? Are you home?" Sue called out, opening the door. "My flight got canceled. I called the conference and they are ok with letting me present on Zoom tomorrow, so it works out."
She had seen his car in the driveway, so she figured that he was still home. Occasionally, he did go for evening runs. She appreciated that he kept himself in decent shape. The house was dark, although there was a light under the closed bedroom door. She turned the lights on, hung up her coat, and proceeded to the bedroom to at least say hi. She didn't want to scare him if he was in the shower or something and didn't hear her come in.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, opening the door. She almost fell over in shock. She panicked for a moment, thinking an assailant had restrained her husband. She calmed down before doing anything, noticing that he was nude, tied up, and seemingly unharmed. Then, she noticed the keys piled on the table.
"What the fuck?" she whispered, carefully stepped closer. She looked more carefully at the setup, realizing the only conclusion possible. He'd done it to himself! She was getting more angry and upset by the moment. Will still did not realize she was there. She heard the occasional moan and something that sounded like a faint buzz. She left the bedroom, not bothering to close the door. There was a part of her that was aroused, but it was competing with the parts of her that were upset that he would do this without her and angry that he hadn't told her about this side of himself. They'd been together more than half a decade.
She called the only person she could think of. Her sister Mary was bisexual and definitely more experienced in this arena than Sue was. Sue had had multiple partners, but she had never really done more than dabble with BDSM. Mary was very open about her conquests. One could say blunt. Sue knew Mary considered herself a top. That was when Sue would usually just tell her that was TMI and find a diplomatic way to leave the conversation. Once Sue calmed down enough to talk, it was still obvious that something was wrong.
"I'm coming over," Mary said.
"No, no, that's ok," she said, looking at the bedroom door.
"Well, something's obviously up. You sound like you've been crying."
"I have. I wanted to talk about something you know about more than I do. Can you meet me at Starbucks?"
There was a Starbucks less than a mile away and Mary frequented it.
"Sure thing. Meet you in five."
"Thanks."
Not wanting anything to be obvious if he escaped when she was out, Sue went back to the bedroom. She took a picture so she could describe it accurately, then quietly closed the door.
* * *
Mary got to Starbucks first and had two coffees waiting. They hugged and Sue appreciated the calming presence of the familiar before getting started.
