The waiting was always the hardest part. As much as I enjoyed the games my husband and I played, the anticipation of the unknown was enough to make me scream. It was always something different; made me wonder where he found the time to plan the smallest detail -- my pleasure always the focus.
He was very explicit in his instructions. I was to go home, shower, and follow the directions I would find on our bed. It was hard not to peek into the bedroom first -- get some idea of what was in store. But, I knew better. The last time curiosity had gotten the best of me, I had paid dearly for my disobedience. Punishment was always swift and, I had to admit, not entirely unenjoyable.
I took my time in the shower, enjoying the feel of the soap against my skin. My nipples were tight, their pink hue darkened in excitement. I was not surprised by the slickness I found when I ran the soap across the folds of my pussy -- I'd been excited since he called to tell me it was game night. I rinsed the soap from my body, standing under the hot spray longer than necessary, absently running my hands down the length of my torso, lightly brushing my fingers across my swollen clit, unable to stop the moan of need which echoed in the glass-doored stall.
After stepping from the shower and drying off, I walked naked to the bedroom -- knowing whatever I was expected to wear would be waiting for me there. At the foot of the bed I found it -- a simple note which said, "You'd better be ready when I get there", along with a small bag. Inside, I found a white cropped tank top, a pair of white panties, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.
The tank was low cut and the bottom hem barely covered the undersides of my tits. The panties fit well -- tight across the ass, transparent enough to be able to make out every detail of my pussy. This outfit wasn't really that far from what I normally wore around the house, so why did this feel so different, so deliciously naughty?
I picked the hand cuffs up from the bed. These were not the padded, light weight ones most people play with..these were the real deal (being married to an ex-cop has its perks). I slipped the cuffs through the footboard of the bed and attached the left one to my wrist, the unmistakable sound of a ratcheting cuff loud in the room. After positioning the blindfold, I snapped the other cuff closed on my right wrist -- whatever was going to happen, it was too late to back out now.
I stretched out on the bed, enjoying the feel of the comforter against my skin, loving the restraint of the heavy cuffs attaching my wrists to the footboard. I didn't have long to wait -- the distinct sound of the door opening alerted me to his presence in the house. I knew the game, whatever it was to be, was about to begin. My heart rate sped up, my breathing becoming more shallow. My nipples tingled in anticipation, the warmth spreading through my pussy made evident by the dampness to be found on the crotch of my panties.
