"You really are twisted, aren't you? Turned on by your own daughter? What would Mum say if she knew that?" She chuckled, and continued to tease me until my erection was complete and painfully compressed against the mattress by my own weight. "Hmmm... It seems Mum got a good deal when she married you. She may be reasonably pleased with the quantity, but that doesn't necessarily prove ability or experience when it comes to operational requirements. I'll have to think about how I can test that aspect."
She moved away and I heard her open a drawer and rummage around, then another and another. Whilst she was doing this my lower legs started going numb, my neck and shoulders began to ache ferociously, my penis felt like it was going to snap in half and my face was on fire with shame. "A-Ha!" she said, and returned to remove my handcuffs. I thought of trying to grab her and forcing her to free me but trapped in the painful hog-tie in which I found myself, I knew I had no chance so dismissed the thought as quickly as it germinated. She crossed my arms behind my back, elbow to wrist, and using a belt from the drawer wrapped it around my forearms several times, securing them together. She finally released the rope from my head harness, liberating my head to fall face down on the pillow, easing the pain in my neck.
I straightened out my legs in order to let the blood flow back as I felt my head harness being attached to the metalwork of the headboard with another belt. My legs were raised again from the knees and the ends of the ankle rope were this time attached to my imprisoned forearms, but not as tightly. Finally the handcuffs were used to attach the knee rope to the frame at the foot of the bed, thus preventing me from leaving the confines of the mattress. "I'll just collect the suitcase I came for," she said, "And then I'll be off." With that I heard her explore the bottom of the wardrobe and she left with a parting shot that entirely deflated me. "I've unplugged the lamp and the 'toy' so just be a dear and lie there quietly until Mum gets home from work and finds you. I presume at that point one of two things will happen. If she doesn't know about your little hobby then you will no doubt have an awful lot of explaining to do, but if she does know then she'll be amused to find you here waiting for her and the only thing you'll have to explain is how you managed to so successfully tie yourself up for her pleasure."
With that, I heard her retrace her steps downstairs and then open and close the door behind her. It was at this point that I have to admit I started sobbing into the pillow. What on earth was I going to say to my wife? How was I going to explain to her that not only am I a cross-dresser but a bondage freak as well? She is so straight she would never understand I'm not a pervert, as my daughter so succinctly put it. And whom do I inform her is the third party that left me like this for her to find? I can't possibly admit to it being our daughter, but neither could I invent inviting a Dominatrix into our bedroom to satisfy my 'perversion'. Both would have equally devastating consequences, even if she did believe the first option.
I panicked as it dawned on me that there was no rational explanation as to how I ended up in this predicament, each subsequent tale more ludicrous than the previous. I could just admit to cross-dressing and self-bondage but how did I put myself in this inescapable hog-tie? I could say I was overcome by a burglar, but why would a burglar bother with this? He'd just tie me up in the lounge! And what did he steal, an empty suitcase? I could make up a jilted lover from an affair, but that would guarantee the end of our marriage. As would paying for the previously mentioned Dominatrix! I just ended up going round and round in circles, getting nowhere and coming up with nothing reasonable. Even the truth sounded like a load of bollocks!
Despite knowing that I was never going to escape from the bonds, I wriggled and rolled as best I could to see if anything loosened or gave me the least hope of escape but, as expected, nothing even gave an inch. I was securely fixed to the middle of the bed until my wife returned home from work to find me. At least my daughter had taken care to ensure I didn't fall off the bed during my struggles and injure myself. All during this struggling my penis remained pretty much fully erect. It was obviously the frisson of actually being a properly helpless prisoner that kept me aroused, despite the impending doom of my discovery.
I resigned myself to my fate and decided to at least get what I could from the situation whilst I was 'enjoying' it. I started to hump the mattress in an effort to induce a climax, along with sideways rubbing motions, but all I managed to achieve was even more frustration and a further feeling of guilt that I should be trying to enjoy a situation that was bound to end my marriage. Eventually I just lay still, and as my penis subsided to a flaccid state I continued racking my brains for that most elusive of justifications. How and why I was in this embarrassing position?
I had no idea how long I lay like that and being blindfolded I couldn't even tell if it was still daylight when I eventually heard the front door open again. I braced myself as best I could for impact!
