Isobel leaned heavily against the wall. She was so bored! She needed the stimulation of interesting sex. The 'wham bam thankyou ma'am' technique that James displayed was getting tedious. She couldn't remember the last time a man had actually made her orgasm. She could do it herself, in fact she frequently did, but the touch of a man causing the electric sensations was far more exciting. She yawned and made a decision. If James wouldn't satisfy her voluntarily, he would do it involuntarily and she grinned a secret smile to herself, and planned a trip to the shops for the next day.
The following evening:
Isobel was already tingling in anticipation of her planned evening, she loved her husband but knew in her heart, if the marriage was to succeed then the sex had to be right too. She hoped this wouldn't be too much for James, rather an awakening of untold desires, feelings he didn't know he felt and sexual excitement he didn't know was possible. Her shopping trip had been a huge success, and a large box, hidden under her bed concealed a bounty of treasures!
She looked around the warm bedroom and hurried downstairs at the sound of her husbandâs keys in the door. James opened the door and smiled gently and lovingly at his wife, jeez he loved this woman, but lately he sensed a problem. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong. He feared an affair, but was unsure. She always seemed to be where she said she would be when she said, and there were no telltale phone calls or notes. Maybe it was his imagination.
Isobel walked over to James and took his hand gently "I want to show you something darling" she whispered. Dear God! thought James, this was it, she was going to confess her affair and end the marriage. He was cold at the thought and his mouth was dry but he followed his wife meekly up the stairs. They entered the bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed. Isobel perched herself on James' lap and snaked her arms around his neck. Why was she being so cruel? Why tell him in this most loving position he cried in his mind.
Isobel had planned this in her mind and gently leaned her weight against James until he eventually fell backwards onto the bed. "Lets lay properly so we can chat James" she suggested. Still mute with confusion James allowed himself to be told. Isobel was pleased, he was showing his own subservience already. She began to trust her instincts. James settled back and waited for her to speak, no words came though and his mind was racing. Suddenly, as quick as a flash he realised Isabel was placing a cuff around his wrist. His confusion made him slow, and by the time words came he was chained by one wrist to the bed. The other didnât follow far behind.
âWhat arâŠaâŠare you doing?â he stammered, the puzzlement clear in his voice. Isobel simply grinned a cool smile. Then she gave him âThe Speechâ
âJames, I love you dearly, but our sex life is stagnant. I really donât mean to hurt your feelings by telling you in such a blunt fashion, but subtle hints could take years! Tonight Iâm punishing you for not being adventurous, let it be a lesson to you! Tonight you give me my first orgasm from youâŠâŠâŠ. Whether you like it or not!â the words were delivered in a cool and calm fashion. James looked hurt but there was curiosity in his face too. Isobel was so right. She could sense it deep down.
She sat next to the confined James and told him of her plan. Tonight she would assume the lead, and he would follow instructions. He nodded in silence, a tingling feeling spreading through him, as he waited in anticipation for this woman to make love to him. Isobel stretched her long legs to the ground and made her way to the bathroom. James waited âŠâŠ.. and waited. By his estimation 15 minutes had passed by the time she emerged again. But oh god it was worth the wait! His usually conservative wife had reappeared as his dream goddess. Her long red hair spilled down her back, rippling over the black basque she wore. Lower he lookedâŠâŠ and found thigh high leather boots with a sharp heel. Her make up was heavy and exotic, finishing the effect flawlessly. She could have walked straight off the pages of a glamour magazine. He felt his cock starting to rise.
Isobel smothered a grin, knowing the effect she was having on him, she uncuffed her man and had him undress for her, slowly and deliberately. A faint hue crossed his cheeks, as though he knew he was being used as an object for her pleasure. But he really had no idea how much so yet. He would find out soon. He would discover pleasure and pain and the heady sensation when one crossed over and became the other. That was Isobelâs lesson for this evening.
As soon as he was undressed, Isobel laid him face down on the bed, reattaching the wrist cuffs to the bed, and this time pulling his legs apart and fastening them too. His smooth back invited her to tease and she gently dragged a fingernail all the way down the centre of his spine. He shivered an involuntary shudder and sighed. This was going to be good! He felt cool air whisper up between his legs and touch his exposed bollocks and a shadow of fear crossed him, he was so exposed!!!
Isobel moved away from him and went to her box under the bed. From his position he couldnât see what she was pulling from it. Her hands touched the skin of his arse cheeks and massaged them, moving all the time, causing his cock to swell painfully beneath him. His sighs became groans as she gently parted his ass cheeks and moved a finger in to play with the outside of his ring piece. Dear God!! The feeling was exquisite, he loved it! No-one had ever done it to him before, he thought only gays played with their asses. But this woman was proving him wrong! She tickled and tormented his ring and his cock got harder and harder, til he thought it would lift him clear off the bed.