We were married about three years when sex had pretty much stopped. We tried about everything you could do in a bedroom and just kinda lost the spark. My love for her was very strong but my desire to love myself put me through a mental trip. Sex is fun; an orgasm is something we can do at anytime and feel good, forget the world and just live for few seconds. So I started chatting online. I am not proud of it, but I was young, feeling lonely and had the raging hormones of a bi-polar twenty-four year old.
Sex came across my mind and I forgot everything else. I never cheated, my wedding vows mean more to me than anything I have done in life. Love is the greatest thing in the world and I am lucky to have it. But I sure made fantasy plans with people, strangers, who I could tell anything to. My wife and I were buying a home and I was stressed to the max. I didn't sleep for almost three full months, I think I literally went crazy.
I got arrested. The charges were dropped but I spent a night in jail. Released at three in the morning and so ashamed of the actions I had taken, I walked home. From there my wife lost her trust in me. She looked through every personal thing of mine she could. She found some fucked up stuff. Luckily we have something special and she somehow understood. Honesty is always my policy, but my grasp of society made almost half of my thoughts seem taboo. So I just lived a private life.
Obviously, this caused some problems. Some arguments and nights of sleeping in the other room. It was horrible, I hated myself for being dishonest with her, but I was mad at her for not ever wanting to have sex. We got through it, we accept each other (she does weird shit too) but we are all people and being weird is part of that. So I suggested that just once a month she lets me tie her up and play with her as I like. In return, I will do whatever list of whatever she wants, or I don't get to play.
The first list almost made me hate sex. I had so many chores that I didn't even try to sneak away and jerk off. Three weeks in I had checked off at least three pages of, "to-dos." On the nineteenth, which is the day I chose to use as my special night, I had made some plans for revenge. Just kidding, I wanted her to like this, the way I see it, I get what I want she gets what she wants. Equality. None the less I had ordered some exciting toys off the internet and couldn't wait.
She seemed to be excited too. First thing in the morning I handed her a note of what she had to do. The instructions said to get home, shower, shave and get your hair ready, the next step will be to open the gift on the bed and put it on. She gets home before I do every day and when I arrived she had followed all the instructions to a t. She was beautiful, wearing a sheer black body stocking and locking high heels with little padlocks. Laying on the bed, just as I asked.
