Getting crazy one night while on a date night, my husband took me to a local X-rated movie theater and we would both be lying, if we said we weren't VERY turned on by the feature film.
It was my first exposure to mild BSDM. I had heard stories and read things in the past about it- blushing all the while, but I never, ever, thought I could be interested in it. I was certain that the painful treatment of the women in the movie couldn't possibly be erotic and exciting.
Nevertheless, this film intrigued us both, because it was mild bondage- soft, sensual. Not at all what I... we expected.
I couldn't sit still. My nipples were hard as erasers and I was dripping wet- imagining it was me, tied naked to that coffee table- unable to resist the oral and manual stimulation the woman on the screen was receiving. My heart was beating so hard. I wanted to try this so badly I could taste it.
My husband knew me too well and squeezed my hand gently to reassure me, that he was as excited about this as I was. We didn't know how to get started, but I knew we were going to try and soon.
Our townhouse was rather small and the furniture sparse and unassuming. We definitely didn't have such a spectacular table as was used in the movie. But with a twinkle in his eyes and a sly smile, my husband stopped at a small second-hand furniture store on our way home- to "take a look around".
I was visibly shaking as we entered the store, holding hands- unable to speak.
We walked around checking out the items on display, but the selection quickly discouraged us. Rounding the end of an aisle, I spotted a large ottoman and sat down on it to rest and think.
We had been looking for a table, but my husband, grinning ear to ear, said he had an idea- well half of one.
This thing was huge- low, dark green Naugahyde, and almost the size of half a bed. What was amazing were the feet- large, sculpted blocks of dark wood with large bronze colored rings that looked like door knockers on each one. This thing had "possibilities".
We paid for it and wrestled to get it part way into our car, bungeeing the trunk lid, and we were on our way home with our treasure.
We giggled like children and talked about what we could do to improve upon it for our purposes, and still make it look harmless to anyone (like my mother-in-law) who might drop in unexpectedly. The rings were a perfect place for some kind of "removable" restraint system to attach and detach quickly.
Still laughing and blushing, we searched online for some items to do the trick. We found some softly padded faux shackles. They had an amazing latching system that was very easy to close around an ankle or wrist. It took a special key (included) to reopen them. They also had steel rings attached to each for tying or chaining them together. We added a few different lengths of chains, which had dog leash type clips on both ends.
We also located a pair of fur covered handcuffs and leather wrist cuffs.
We finished up with a blindfold, some interesting vibrating toys, sexy & very sheer lingerie, and a faux whip.
We paid with a credit card and waited for our purchases to arrive Fed Ex. I was unable to concentrate on anything else. I remained wet and hornier than I had ever been in anticipation.
A huge box showed up a couple days later (plain cardboard and unmarked, thank God). I signed for it, pushed it into the middle of the living room near the new ottoman, and called my husband giggling with excitement. I said I would wait for him to get home and we could open the box together.
I found excuse after excuse to walk past the box. Finally, I lost it and with a quick slit of a knife, it opened before my eyes.
I HAD to inventory the items, so I removed them one by one and set them on the ottoman, as I checked them against the invoice. It Was All There!!! I was visibly shaking.
The lingerie was incredible- so impossibly soft and sheer. I had to make sure it fit, so I stripped naked right there and put on the tiny baby doll outfit. Regular trips to the gym made it fit perfectly. I felt.... Naughty!!!
Wondering if we had measured correctly, I tried to loop the chains thru the brass rings and under the ottoman. The clasps clipped right onto the rings of the shackles and the handcuffs. My heart was beating through my chest. I could barely breathe. I slid the panties down my legs and rubbed like mad to get a little relief.
I couldn't resist putting an ankle in one shackle. It closed around me with a click and locked securely, while the key released it just as easily.
I started to wonder if I could straddle the ottoman comfortably while shackled. Key firmly in hand, I attached the shackles to both ankles in a snap. They were actually quite nice and very titillating.
The chains were short enough that my feet hung over the edge and my knees were wide apart, but still on the ottoman. It forced me awkwardly forward and my face landed on the cool surface. Bent over so, my naked ass and pussy were high in the air, vulnerable and positively dripping. I couldn't wait for my husband to get home and ravage me.
Thoughts of what he would be doing to me from behind had me shaking. My nipples ached for some attention.
