Karen pressed the button on the roof of her car triggering the garage door to open in front of her. She pulled her little silver Honda Civic into the overstuffed garage and pressed the button again to close it behind her. She opened the door and slipped a short leg out onto the concrete floor, her three inch heel hitting the floor before she expected it to and it sent a shiver of energy up her leg. She levered herself out of the car more smoothly now that she had a grip on where the ground was. When she was standing outside of her car, the garage was dimly lit, even though the sun had not yet set. The windows were mostly blocked by the long accumulation of junk from her family and grown kids. Even though she has had two kids, she was young when she had them and she is just over 40 and still sexy as hell. She had never been very tall and she was always built heavy, but years of exercise had toned some of her bulk into sleek muscle. Her husband Tom had always liked women that he didn't feel he would break and she had been perfect.
She stripped off her light jacket and laid it on the seat she had just vacated. It was blue, black, and green, her favorite colors. The blue matched the color of her eyes perfectly. The matching tank top came off next, but it was more black than anything else. Her black bra followed after she fumbled a little with the clasps at her back. When she was topless, she stretched her arms to the ceiling and arched her back. The 40 minute drive home had been grueling. It felt great to be free of her clothes. She ran her hands along her silky pale skin and under her large breasts, soothing the irritation from being in professional clothes all day. After unbuttoning her pants, she pulled them off along with the red thong she had been wearing and dumped the lot of it onto the seat. She was left wearing only her strappy heels. She left the clothes on the seat of the car but grabbed the thong and headed for the door to the house, taking the keys with her.
When she opened the door to the four bedroom home, the cool air made her nipples harden quickly. She hung her car keys on the hook just inside the door and looked around for Tom. She didn't see him, though she hadn't really expected to. The doors to the basement and the garage were side by side and she went directly to the door to the basement. She opened the door and looked down into the dim room. She couldn't see anything but she flipped on the light and carefully picked her way down the stairs. At the bottom, she surveyed the basement. It hadn't looked this way when she left for work. There were two beds there; a king and a queen side by side. They had matching comforters that were stripped off and lying on the floor. The dark blue sheets were silky. There was a dresser facing the beds and further down, a small sitting area with a TV. On top of the dresser were several items that hadn't been there earlier. She knew that Tom had picked out those items from the suitcase they kept. She looked at the items.
There was a set of four restraints. She knew one would go on each of her wrists and ankles. They would attach to straps that ran underneath the bed. The next item she saw was a collar with a large D ring on it. She picked it up and immediately started strapping herself into it. She pulled her shoulder length blonde hair free of it and pulled the strap a little tighter. When she buckled it, the collar was slightly tighter than was comfortable and she could feel her pulse racing. Her pulse always raced when she had put a collar on, but it also made her clit swell. The nipple clamps were lying next to the collar and she understood the implication. She squeezed the clover clamp open and was able to slip it through the D ring. She let the cold metal chain hang from the D ring. She knew that when she attached them to her hard nipples, the collar would force it to pull. She would wait as long as she could.
The last thing sitting out on the dresser was a remote controlled vibrator and anal plug. This was why she brought the thong with her. She thought she might need to put it on to keep something inside her. Without it, the plug would fall out too easily. She stuck one end of the vibrator in her mouth, leaving behind as much saliva as she could. She did the same to the other side and started by pressing the flared end into her ass. She moaned softly as it entered her, a little chill of pleasure flying up her spine. Then she inserted the other end into her dripping pussy. She wanted desperately to turn on the vibrator but it would only be turned on with the remote and it was certainly not sitting out on the dresser. She slipped the red thong over the vibrator and then began to strap herself into the wrist and ankle cuffs.
When she was finished, she sat down on the smooth king sized bed. Waiting. She was antsy and horny and desperate for Tom to come down the stairs and join her. Her pulse was racing. She waited five minutes that felt like five hours when she heard the door open above her. She slipped off the bed in a fluid motion, coming down onto her knees as she did. She knew he preferred her to be on her knees. Then she pinched each nipple and attached the clamps to them. The more the chain was pulled on, the tighter the clamps got and she could feel them growing tighter as she pulled the chain to attach the second clamp. She tried not to make a sound but a small gasp escaped her lips anyway.
Tom's lower half came into view and as she looked up at him, she felt the tug on her nipples. His thin legs carried his tall, broad shouldered form down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt with a design on it she wasn't focused on. His feet were bare. Karen looked up at him and as he entered the room, she had to crane her neck to see his face. He had a small smile on his lips. "Very nice, slut," he said.
Karen's face broke into a wide grin. "Thank you, Sir. I am glad you are pleased."
