Ashley was getting ready for her weekly Saturday night training session. She was still fairly new to the D's community but Ashley loved her submissive side. Her leather wrist and ankle restrains where laid out on top of the lavender toilet seat cover as she undressed and lowered herself slowly into the hot tub water.
As Ashley lay back soaking in the bubbles, Rick, her husband and Dom of less than one year was preparing for her training. Rick had rearranged the living room leaving the coffee table in the center of the room. On the top of the table was a wooden seat that sat directly on the table with a backrest, all covered with one inch of foam rubber.
After installing the eye screws and ropes needed, Rick walked in on Ashley finishing up shaving her pussy, "Better be smooth," Rick said grinning.
"Yes babe."
Ashley double checked with the triple edge razor, the rinsed her labia and clit with the warm water.
"No playing...C'mon," Rick said as he held up the towel for her.
She carefully stepped from the tub and into Rick's awaiting arms. He carefully patted the water from her soft body with the towel. Ashley's body shivered as he explored her body as if it was the first time. He wrapped the towel around her and pulled her close, her nipples were hard as they pressed against his chest. Rick softly kissed her, "Time for your cuffs."
The towel fell to the floor and Rick returned to the living room. Ashley sat on the toilet seat and began to buckle her leather restraints. From where she sat, she could watch herself in the mirror. After finishing her last restraint, she stood up and admired herself in the mirror. Just seeing herself naked and in restraints, made her instantly wet, but she was a little nymphomaniac.
Nearing her twenty-ninth birthday, Ashley kept herself in pretty fair shape, five foot seven and 130 pounds. Her best feature was her tummy, but then again, she never had any children.
"Ashley?" She knew that she had admired herself in the mirror too long and now would be punished for keeping Rick waiting. She immediately walked to the living room where he was waiting.
"I'm sorry honey, I had problems with one of the buckles."
Ashley stopped and looked at the coffee table and the set up on top of it, "What is this?" She asked never seeing anything like this before.
Rick just looked at her, " Just sit on the end of the coffee table and lean back and relax against the backrest.."
Cautiously, Ashley sat down and gently reclined at the edge of the table. Rick attached a rope through her right wrist "D" ring and secured it behind her to the table leg. This was an older coffee table with a solid base, four outer legs with two doors in the center. The whole unit measured four and a half feet long, twenty inches wide and sixteen inches high. Ashley remained quiet while Rick secure her left wrist.
Rick then turned his attention to her "D" rings on the leather ankle cuffs. First he attached the rope ends to each of the cuffs, then looped the rope through the hole of the eye screws that he had installed earlier. As he pulled on the right rope, Ashley's leg raised from the floor and raised into the air. Rick did the same with the left leg a little a time until both ropes were pulled taught and Ashley's legs were spread high and wide.
"Comfy babe? Rick asked as he tapped on her little pussy.
"Oohhhh....oh, um, yes."
Rick pinched her right nipple really hard as he watched the expression on her face. He then ran his fingers over tummy and down to her exposed pussy. "I see this thing is swollen and already wet. Have you been keeping "her" out of trouble?"
Ashley just smiled, "Yes."
"Is there...?" Just then Rick was interrupted by the door bell.
Ashley lay there horrified as Rick left the room to answer the door. The only thing between her and the door was the dining room. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.
As the door opened and shut on the porch, she could hear Rick's laughter and some other woman's. Then she clearly heard Rick, "Fix yourself a drink, and could you make me a Jack and Coke,? Everything is in the kitchen."
Rick returned to Ashley and immediately she whispered, "Who's here? Untie me"
"Sue just dropped by from down the road, you know her, don't you? Ryan's wife?"
Just then Sue walked around the corner into the living room, "Here's your Jack and Coke," as she handed Rick his drink. "Oh, hi Ashley, that looks like fun."
"Ricky?" Ashley looked at Rick with almost a tear in her eye.
Rick set down his drink and knelt between Ashley's legs. He parted her labia with his thumb, ran it slowly up and down and asked, "Back to our conversation, are you sure that you want to keep your answer...Have you been keeping "her" out of trouble, you know, faithful?"
Ashley looked at Rick and then at Sue who found a front row seat. "Yes."
Rick plunged his thumb in and ground it in deep. "Yes?"
"Ohhh... Ricky, stop...yes."
As he pulled out his thumb, he looked at Sue, "Told ya."
"Yes you did. I honestly thought that she would tell the truth." she said dissatisfied.
"It's almost 8:00 now, everyone else should be starting to show up. What time do you think Ryan will be here?" Rick asked Ashley interrupted, "Ricky? What do you mean? Everyone else? Who? Ricky?"
"Quiet Ashley!" Rick said sternly.
Sue finally got a word in, "Ryan should be here right at 8:00. I told him free booze, he won't pass that up."
"C'mon Sue. Do you want to give me a hand?" Rick asked.
"Ricky? Please don't leave me like this." Ashley begged, but her cries went unnoticed. Her heart raced with the thought Rick and Sue knew of her infidelity with Sue's husband Ryan, but how could they know? They had to be just guessing. Still, Ashley sat there terrified, arms restrained behind her and her legs open wide at the edge of the table. Just what was it that they had in mind?
