Amber had led a blessed life, but mostly due to her father. He had been 55 when she was born and had been a very successful salesman in various fields. His success and the wealth that went with it had given her multiple advantages. A big beautiful home, and a great condo on the beaches of St. Pete for get-aways.
But it also came with a major problem. When she was 25, he passed away, and her mother too about eight months later. Amber was convinced her mother had died of a broken heart. But being an only child at 26, she inherited their home, an eight bed-room mansion in suburban Nashville. After her mother passed, she moved back in, dumping all of her stuff in her old bedroom and taking over the master.
With her inheritance, she had decided to quit her job in Atlanta and take at least six months off while she figured things out. She spent a lot of her first week clearing out her parents' closets and getting things ready to donate. And after working for several hours on the seventh day, she rested. She just flopped into the huge, old, four-posted bed that her parents had always used and laid there. She was tired, but not sleepy, so her mind and her eyes wandered. For the first time ever, she noticed something was wrong with the posts.
Curiosity overcame exhaustion and she crawled over to the post. There were marks there. At first it wasn't making any sense, but she checked and all four posts had them. Upon confirming that the fourth post was similarly "scratched" it hit her. These were rope marks. And there's only one reason a four-posted bed had rope marks.
She had always known her dad was a bit of a player, but thinking about him tying her mother up was bit too much to take in. Who thinks of their parents that way? And yet, it seemed most likely that this was the only reasonable answer. She knew her folks too well to think her mother would have ever tied up her father. No matter what rumors there were out there about successful men wanting to be submissive, she knew there was no way that could have happened. So her parents were kinky? OK, it sort of explained a few things.
She fell asleep pondering some unsettling images in her head. The next morning, she was back to work, cleaning out closets and some of the rooms, trying to make enough room in the master for her to start bringing in her things. But as she worked, she couldn't get her mind off the idea of tying people up. She was her daddy's little girl, and she couldn't imagine letting someone tie her up, but tying someone else up? Yeah, it was sounding like more fun as the hours ticked by.
After only a half day's work, she gave up and opened a bottle of wine. She plopped down on the sofa in the den and was just flipping through channels. Before she knew it, the bottle was empty and the sun was setting. So rather than get herself dinner, she got another bottle of wine and changed into an oversized T-shirt she used for PJs. As the sky darkened, the cable stations were showing racier and racier shows, and she was lingering on them.
After watching two vampire girls make out for about 20 minutes, she flipped the channel again, and there it was. The movie was showing some "evil bitch" who had captured the "good spy guy" and had him strapped down to a table for questioning. Amber's hand slipped under the T-shirt and began stroking and circling her little clit bud. As the scene continued, she was getting more into the movie and more into the pleasure she felt with her "finger on the trigger". She was so wrapped up in the scene that when her orgasm hit her, it was almost a surprise. She screamed out as the waves rolled over her. She closed her eyes, but her fingers were speeding across her clit.
When the orgasm finally ended, she opened her eyes to see the scene had changed. The spy guy had the evil bitch in cuffs and she was trying to seduce him into letting her go. Amber was relieved that she'd hit her orgasm when she did, because seeing the girl in the "bondage" of the cuffs did nothing for her. She finished the bottle (no trick by this point) and went to bed. She couldn't remember her dreams in the morning, but she knew they'd been wild and active. The covers were all thrown off the bed and she was still covered in sweat.
Amber was no lightweight when it came to drinking, but two bottles of wine on an empty stomach did have an effect on her. As she was popping aspirin and chugging sports drinks, she remembered that her boyfriend Ryan was coming up this weekend. He was supposed to help her with the house, but now she had different ideas.
Ryan was a really nice guy, and good-looking, in a 1950s sort of way. He was the boy next door type, handsome, but not thrilling. She wondered what he'd think of her new found desire to tie him up. Maybe he was too straight. After all, he had always been the safe boyfriend for her to have. What would she do if she tied him up and he decided he didn't like it? That stirred something in her. She knew what she'd do - Anything she wanted. And if he broke up with her because she'd taken advantage of him, so what? He clearly wasn't a keeper if that was his attitude. Rather than clean any more of the house today, she decided to get ready.
She did actually pause and reflect when she was standing in the hardware store buying rope. What had come over her? Why was she all of a sudden obsessing over tying someone up and using them for her own sexual gratification? She realized that she'd always had thoughts of being dominant in bed. In fact, she was typically on top when she did have sex with Ryan. But it was the new knowledge that her daddy had done this too. All of a sudden these things became OK. It was as if knowing about her folks had made everything she'd halfway thought about acceptable and not weird in any way. Ryan had better look out!
Friday night and she picked Ryan up from the airport. He was tired from the work week and more than happy to head straight to the house. She picked up a couple of orders of ribs and promised him that his favorite 12 pack was chilling in the frig. The two of them attacked the ribs when they got home, and the food disappeared.
But Amber was feeling playful, and she started touching his face with her BBQ fingers. Soon he was doing the same and they playfully got sauce all over each other's clothes and Amber's chest. Though Ryan offered to lick her clean, she had a different idea. She washed her hands and then stripped him of his clothes, forcing him to keep the sauce on his hands for now. Then she shoved him into the shower, and told him to just give her as second. She came back naked as a jaybird in less than five minutes and they had a wonderfully romantic shower together. Then they got into bed, all shiny clean, and made love. Spent, they fell asleep in each other's arms, as they had done a hundred times before.
