The following story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. This is not a how-to guide to fix a relationship and does not describe an appropriate way to treat a loving partner. If you are unable to distinguish between a story written to titillate, and real-life, then please stop here.
Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein.
Β© Sedona_Steele 2023
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Ch. 01
Being with Kyla had been magical at first. There were tingles when they kissed and she was adventurous in bed. All the chemistry was right but parts of Kyla's personality had begun to grind with Theo. The previously endearing independence had revealed itself to in fact be selfishness and a little streak of narcissism. She had also become incredibly demanding of Theo for all manner of day-to-day things. Something from her previous marriage breakdown had left her a little damaged and she was taking it out on Theo. But Theo knew he deserved better.
Kyla was a beautiful 39-year-old woman. She like to walk and practice yoga, both of which contributed to her toned but feminine features. She was a brunette with gentle Mediterranean features. Her bedroom eyes were quite captivating and further highlighted by the fact she rarely wore make-up. She had the natural colour around her eyes that hinted at mascara.
Kyla left a loveless marriage a couple of years before and Theo evolved from close friend to lover. They had worked closely at a local biotech company for about 8 years and were very close for a long time. Theo had recently grown his hair and now sported dirty-blonde wavy locks. These contrasted well with his masculine chin line and lightly toned physique. He was not overly muscly but had big shoulders and strong arms. A fact that Kyla loved to comment on as she snuggled in.
But, as was hinted at before, all was not well. Cracks had begun to form. As they became closer, they gradually discovered that their core values truly didn't align. It was obvious to both of them where this was going but the physical loving had been so varied and intense that neither of them wanted to end it.
It was late one evening, Kyla was passed out after drinking a bottle of wine, a recently common habit. Theo had sipped his whisky, a treat he enjoyed in regularity but moderation. They had explored the lighter side of BDSM together and had a variety of toys, some used more than others. But Kyla had never wanted to be tied up. But as she said this, Theo could see a light curiosity in her eye. She was very much into being in control of all situations and she honestly didn't know how to let go.
Theo knew that there was a real chance that he could give her something that they would both truly enjoy but if it didn't work out, at least the relationship was on the rocks anyway. He justified it to himself. Right or wrong, he was going to introduce Kyla to a little submission and see how she went.
Kyla awoke to the sun streaming in through the bare autumn oak tree in the front yard. The dappled brightness caused her to blink in the brief confusion that often followed waking up after a heavy night. The room was warm and her lips were dry. As she became more aware, she realised that she was wearing the rubber bit gag. She hated this one. It was so humiliating to be treated like an animal. She reached to remove it but then realised. She was stuck.
The armbinder held her firmly, but surprisingly comfortably. Considering that her arms were pulled back pushing her tits out, she was in no pain. Her morning yoga had clearly paid off in this regard. She quickly took stock of the situation. It was just these two bondage items. She was still in her nightclothes, a cotton tank top and simple cotton briefs.
Theo was nowhere to be seen and this wasn't funny. Her daughter, Lisa, might be in the house still! There was no way that she wanted her smart young daughter to see her like this. She always imposed modern values of independence and autonomy on Lisa. What would she think if she saw her mother trussed up like some kind of sex toy!
She cautiously peered round the door to her bedroom, listening for any hint that she could be seen. She needed to get out of this armbinder, but it had little pockets for her hands so her fingers were completely useless.