Jenn and Tom had been married 15 years. Though their sex life had gone through the typical lifecycle – jumping each other every chance they had in college, and slowing down since their two kids were born – Tom was still totally into Jenn, and Jenn was totally into Tom. Sure, they'd both put on some pounds, and age was doing what age does. But he still found her body just as hot as he did at 19 – maybe even hotter with her breasts so much bigger after kids. She was still into him; his gentle touch and his incredible stamina.
Beneath the surface, though, both were holding back. Even going back to when they were dating, Tom had an insatiable fascination with bondage. For Jenn, it was somewhat of an uncomfortable subject. Though she'd let Tom tie her up a few times, and she'd tied him up a few other times, she never really understood his fascination. What they'd done was 'bondage light,' with one or the other tying the other up with scarves, bras, panties – whatever! – but never really acting out the part of the master and the part of the willing, well, as weird as it was to say it, slave.
On their 15th anniversary, the couple went to the Bahamas, where they had rented a small bungalow. The morning before they were to leave, Tom passed Jenn a note.
"What's this," she asked.
"Just read it," he replied.
Dear Jenn-
I know we're about to leave, but I wanted to propose something to you. You know I have always been curious about exploring sexuality through bondage. You have tried to play before, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. But we both know that it's always been awkward because you have felt like you didn't know how to act. Well, I wanted to do something about that.
I want to tell you that if I want you to dominate me it is because I am giving you all of the control because I trust you. I want you to tell me what to do. For at least an hour or so, I want you to act like you own me, and use me for your pleasure. It's not the act of being tied up that turns me on, it's the idea of being yours, and being used to make you cum. I don't want you to be polite, I want you to be rough and let your animal urges drive you. I want you to tease me close to the brink and then let me slowly fall back down again.
And I want to do it to you, too. I want to tie you up and make you hornier than you imagined you ever could be. I want to make you beg for release, all the while knowing that when it comes, it will be the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced.
If this idea is at all okay with you, please tell me. I want so bad to serve at your pleasure, and to give you release as we exchange power.
I love you,
Tom
She tried to collect her thoughts to respond – she felt a bit lightheaded, and looked at him. She couldn't even explain her feelings. Even though the idea of bondage had never been her idea of a great time, she felt her pussy growing damp as she read his letter. Across the table, Tom was dying.
"Oh shit!" he thought. "Have I just completely destroyed my marriage?!"
Jenn cleared her throat.
"Umm... this is what you want? You want me to be your slave for one night, and you want to be my slave on another night?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I never should..."
"No!" she spurted. "No – don't be sorry. I just ... I know it's your fantasy, but I've never understood where you were coming from. I just – I never know if I would go too far."
"Jenn, it would be just about impossible for you to go too far. It's like playing a game, being in a movie or a play or something. We're playing roles, and I want you to play the role of the dominant. And when we switch, you'd play the role of the submissive who wants nothing so much as to be fucked."
She smiled. "I think I get it a little better now," she said. "And I want to do this for you. But I want you to go first. I want you to dominate me. Show me how it's done so I can do it right when it's my turn."
Tom was hard just hearing her say the words. "I love you!" he said. "I want to make it work, and I want it to be a surprise. So let's plan that one night on vacation, I will do it."
Jenn blushed. "Should I wear anything special? I mean, what do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry about the details. You'll know when I say something."
***
The first two nights of their vacation came and went without a hitch – and without the surprise. They had sex, all right, championship sex. But never did he break out the dominance. Jenn was surprised each night as she found herself disappointed that this wasn't the evening. My God, she thought in the shower while shaving her pussy bare, I think maybe I really DO want this!
On the third evening of the vacation, they got ready to go out to dinner. Jenn got dressed in full view of Tom, changing into her sheerest, shiniest, tightest white satin panty and bra set. She knew it drove him crazy, and she knew they were running out of nights. Odds were, something ought to happen.
At dinner, Tom handed her a present. She began to unwrap it.
"Why don't you open the box just below the table?" he suggested.
Inside was a fleshy, pink dildo – at least six inches long. She gasped and closed the box.
"What are you thinking?" he asked
"I can't believe you'd give me this in public!" she whispered.
"I'm not just giving it to you in public," he said. "You will use it in public. Tonight is the night you've been waiting for. Is your pussy wet?"
She squirmed. "Just a little, but more now. Tom, please don't make me use it right..."
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to have you pull up your skirt right here! I want you to go to the restroom, get yourself wet, and stick the dildo up your pussy. Then put your panties back up tight to help hold it in, and come back here. And whatever you do, do not let yourself cum. Do you understand?"
Jenn was speechless. And then she realized that she was giving herself over totally to him for the evening. That she, in fact, would exist for his pleasure. But she also trusted her husband – trusted him more than anyone – and knew that she'd not be sorry.
"Yes, sir," she said. Good grief – did I just call him sir?!
Jenn walked to the bathrooms and felt her pussy juice between her legs. Without touching her, without one piece of clothing being taken off, Tom had gotten her wetter than she could imagine. She went into a stall in the ladies' room and lowered her panties. She fingered her pussy and couldn't believe how wet she was. She took the dildo out of her handbag and touched it to her hole. She was on fire. Slowly, she pushed the cock into her swampy puss, gasping as she did. She eased her panties back up and pulled them tight. The back end of the dildo bulged from the satin crotch as she stood up, concentrating on the fullness she felt and squeezing her pussy walls to keep it in. She walked over to the mirror, every step a kind of torture, and checked her composure in the mirror. She felt like she had 'sex' written all over her face!
Tom looked at her as she came back. She had a cross between a smile and a glare on her face. He could tell she was being affected, especially when she sat down and the chair must have pushed it further up in.
"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said in a breathy voice. "I feel so full, and I'm afraid it will pop out."
"Your panties should keep it safely in," Tom said. "Do you like feeling full?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid I will cum."