Amanda lives in a quiet suburban street in a good area, has two grown children who have moved out and are establishing their own lives, has a loving husband with a secure job who has advanced in the company he works for, and she works full time in a government job.
She and her husband Ben have a good strong relationship and enjoy each other's company a great deal, even after twenty three years of marriage. Ben's sexual interest in Amanda however had waned over a period of eighteen months or so, due largely to his promotion within his company which required him to work longer hours, resulting in him getting home late at night and leaving him tired, but he was always loving and affectionate.
Additionally, his job involved traveling interstate at least twice a month for a couple of nights each time, and sometimes longer, occasionally requiring him to be away over the weekend. These were the times Amanda missed him most. They were also the times where she had little to do.
Amanda for her part felt less desire for Ben sexually, as much as she still loved him dearly and could not imagine life without him, but she found she was fantasizing about various scenarios that over a period of many months had increased in frequency and had become increasingly debased. Over the years she had had the usual fantasies of sex with men other than her husband, occasionally of women and once or twice even group sex. Never had she had any real desire for bondage and domination. But lately the idea had invaded her thoughts more and more, to the point of distraction; she found herself thinking depraved thoughts during the day while sitting at her desk at work.
One trip while Ben was away she was on the computer at home, emailing some friends overseas. It was a Saturday night and she had nothing to do so when she finished emailing she casually started browsing the internet, not really looking for anything when she suddenly decided to do a search for bondage. This led to an incredible amount of websites. She opened a few sites to have a look and found so many photos of women in all sorts of bondage situations and positions, many tied in ways she had never imagined possible. Her mind raced with fantasies of being the women in the photos, tied, forced onto her knees, forced to do things to strangers, having strangers do things to her. She moved from one site to the next, spending hours looking at pornography, something she had never had an interest in and now it had her total attention. Almost without her realizing it her hand had slipped between her legs, sliding under the hem of her dress, caressing her thigh on its way to the junction between her legs. Rubbing her crutch through her panties Amanda was surprised to find them already wet. Her immediate thought was she had lost control of her bladder, but she quickly realized she was so excited and couldn't remember the last time she had been this way.
She got up and checked the house, ensuring it was securely locked and that she had total privacy. She poured herself a wine before returning to the study. She went back to web browsing while she continued to lightly rub herself. Her hand would trail lightly down her thighs and back again as she teased herself. Once or twice she looked around guiltily to ensure nobody had entered the room while she had been memorized by the images on the screen, even though she knew she was alone in her locked house. She finished her wine and poured herself a second, quickly returning to her computer. At one point while looking at a woman tied and suspended by ropes who was having her nipples tortured by another woman, she undid her top, freed her breasts from her bra and played with her own nipples, squeezing and pulling on them and she found herself unable to stop her other hand from finding its way inside the band of her knickers. Already very wet, she pulled her briefs aside and played with herself until she climaxed. It was not enough. She finished her wine and started on a third. She continued to look at more and more photos finding it was the pictures of women being dominated and used that especially turned her on. She started saving some of the images to her computer, keeping the ones that she found had the most effect on her.
It was the early hours of Sunday morning before Amanda dragged herself away from the computer and took herself off to bed, a little tipsy. She had finished a bottle of wine by herself and now lying in bed she tossed and turned, unable to rid herself of the images of women tied and being taken. She rolled on her stomach and raised her arse into the air, fingering herself once more as she imagined a complete stranger dragging her hips into the air as he thrust himself inside her pussy. Her body told her she needed something inside her to take away the urge. She got up and searched for the vibrator she had in the bottom of her draw, unused now for so long she was unsure if the batteries would still be usable. She didn't care; she just needed to feel her pussy filled with something. To her surprise it buzzed to life immediately and she quickly slipped it inside herself as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and inviting to the artificial cock. With one hand she teased and fucked herself with the vibrator, slipping it between her pussy lips just a little, and then a little further, but before long she was thrusting in and out of herself, while with the other she pulled and twisted a nipple until she was unable to inflict any more pain on herself. She cried out in the night as she brought on her own orgasm, panting and crying with her release. Afterward she was exhausted and fell quickly into a deep sleep.
In the morning when she awoke she was ashamed of herself for her foolish behaviour the previous night and resolved to delete the photos she'd saved on the computer and to push these silly fantasies out of her mine. She showered, but took longer than she normally did, enjoying the cascade of water over her as she stood there slowly soaping herself and washing her hair. She dried herself and dressed, her eyes lingering on a pair of sexy lace panties before she chose a plain cotton pair. She had a light breakfast and made herself a cup of coffee, taking it with her into the study. She sat down at the computer with the intention of deleting all the pornography she had saved, but when she opened the folder to do so she was immediately intrigued once again. She could feel herself becoming excited all over again just by looking at the images.
'What is wrong with me?' she wondered. 'I have never had an interest in this sort of thing before, not pornography, not bondage and have not thought of myself in submissive situations like these. It has only been a few months since I started thinking of being tied up and now I am unable to force the idea from my mind.'
Amanda forced herself to get up and leave the study, but she left the photos undeleted. She did however move them to a thumb drive to keep Ben from inadvertently finding them. That wouldn't do at all.
Ben returned home the next day and it would be three weeks before he again had to leave for another trip. This time he would be away three days, so Amanda had two nights at home by herself again. At least this time it was during the week and she had work during the day.
The first night she was again emailing friends when she was informed of another friend who had met someone on-line in a chat room and had subsequently arranged to meet him in person, and they were now engaged. Her email friend told her how dangerous she thought this was to do. When Amanda had finished sending her emails she went to the website her friend had mentioned to have a look out of curiosity. Never having been in a chat room before she found it all a little fast and confusing, people talking to other people by writing to them, sending and receiving replies instantly, a dozen different people all going at the same time writing over the top of each other. It was very difficult for her to follow any one conversation. She spent about twenty minutes or so just watching the flow of conversations and was about to exit when something caught her eye. Someone had been flirting with someone else and had invited them to a 'private' room. It sounded intriguing so Amanda stayed on-line for a little longer to investigate these 'chat rooms' further. Over the next couple of months Amanda became used to the flow of the chat rooms and had gone to several others, eventually finding 'Adults only' chat sites. She created an on-line name for herself, 'Innocent Princess', and used it to talk with people.
She started talking to a man who was in his late fifties. He flirted with her over a period of a couple of weeks and eventually they agreed to meet in a private chat room. His name was Chris. He got her to describer herself and Amanda gave him her statistics, telling him she was in her early forties, five foot two inches tall, medium build with curves and largish breasts. She told him she has brown eyes and auburn hair, and would like to lose about 5kgs.
