"Hey Dave, I'd like you to finally meet my wonderful wife I've been telling you about."
I smiled at this man I'd been hearing so much about the past couple years and we shook hands. He was definitely attractive, and I already knew, from many conversations with my wife, that we had a lot in common. But this was my first time meeting him in person, on a work trip to Hawaii, of all places. He and my wife work for the same company and this was a big company-wide get-together. As a spouse of an employee, I got to tag along. Our last night there the three of us decided to skip the big work party and instead piled onto the bed with some cocktails to watch TV together. Some very distracting cuddling occurred, then he and I left to take a walk on the beach, where we sat and talked for a while. After a while, I threw the ball into his court, since I was the married one with permission to play. "I've been making all the moves so far. Anything else that happens from here on out is your call." He smiled enigmatically at that and then took my arm, leading me in the direction opposite my room, toward his.
As soon as the door shuts, he presses me up against the wall and we start making out, finally out of sight of all their coworkers. He slides the straps of my new blue sundress over my shoulders and down my arms, letting the dress fall down my body to the floor at my feet, leaving me only in my panties. He runs his hands up and down the length of my body, feeling all my curves and the smoothness of my skin. Suddenly he picks me up and tosses me onto my back on the bed. He smiles and turns toward his suitcase, retrieving something that turns out to be a length of rope. I laugh and ask, "Why did you bring rope on a work trip?"
"Annie may have given me some ideas of things you are into," he responds slyly, a mischievous glint in his eye. I think my wife might be the best wing woman ever. I make a mental note to do something nice for her when we get home. No time to think much about that now, though, as he brings my wrists in close and ties them together, comfortably but securely. He takes the free end of the rope and attaches it to the headboard of the bed. I tug hard on the knots, to test them out. I am not going anywhere, even if I wanted to.
With that settled, he turns back to the suitcase to get something else. I am very curious at this point to find out what else he has in that suitcase. He brings out a pair of adjustable nipple clamps, connected by a thin metal chain. "Did Annie suggest those too?" I ask, grinning. He stays quiet at that, just responding with a coy shrug as he comes back over to the bed. He gives my nipples a couple test squeezes to see how sensitive I am. Not very, so he fastens them on pretty tightly, just the way I like them. The cold chain drapes across my torso, causing me to squirm slightly underneath it, but I can feel it starting to warm up quickly next to my skin.
As he's tightening them, he says to me in a soft but serious voice, "For as long as these are on you, you are mine and you will call me Sir whenever you speak. Understand?"
