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.
I realized I was lying on top of a vibrator and the faux whip (a "cat of nine tails" type, but softer and made with knotted suede strands). I imagined him spanking me mockingly with it, telling me what a "bad girl" I have been.
I moved these over and spotted the blindfold. I had to try it on too. Everything was pitch black and made every sound, feeling, and scent 100 times more noticeable. If anyone were to see me now, they would think I had completely lost my mind.
I held the vibrator in the hand with the key and turned it on, but it never made it near my pussy. My other hand was already frigging it again with all I had, taking me over the edge to yet another glorious orgasm.
As I slowly regained my composure and control of my breathing, I thought of the last piece to the puzzle- the furry handcuffs, which would leave me defenseless to my husband's will.
I set the vibrator down next to me and firmly clasping the key, I put one wrist near a cuff and a slight nudge and it latched firmly around my wrist. I was already feeling a little panicked at the thought of being totally out of control of my situation, but I still had the key in my hand to release myself from the shackles and cuffs. I could reenter them later with my man.
To think, I was but a push against the other cuff away from being unable to stop any debauchery he may think of, but I trusted him not to do anything too odd or dangerous. He knew my mind. It would take just a slight push.... CLICK....
I bumped the cuff such a tiny bit and it latched around my second wrist. It startled me and I heard a tinkling sound. I HAD DROPPED THE KEY.... I started to pull at my restraints harder and harder. They held firm. I was blushing and angry with myself for getting into this situation. I kept struggling to free a hand or reach the key. I had promised my husband I would wait for him to get home. How was I going to explain this?
I continued to fidget awhile and suddenly my knees slipped off the ottoman spreading me even wider. I was too tired to get back up. My legs hadn't been splayed this far apart, since my days as a cheerleader in high school doing the splits. I finally gave up the struggle and started to drift off to sleep still completely exposed and resigned to the fact that there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly, I woke to a start, as I realized the front door was wide open yet from when the delivery person was here. My exposed posterior was pointing straight at it. A flimsy screen door was all that separated my nakedness from the world. My heart was racing- I was about to have a panic attack. What would I do, if someone were to come to the door (except maybe my best friend Janie from across the street)? I would surely blush like mad, as she giggled hysterically, but she would free me and make me spill the complete and sordid story.
Still about 3 and a half more hours until my husband would return home. What would I do if somebody... anybody else saw me like this...? No sooner had I thought this when a strong knock on the door pounded in my brain. "Oh, Dear God, No!!!" My face was burning with embarrassment.
"Hello? Anybody ho....." It was a man's voice- deep and gravelly and I had no idea who it was. Blindfolded, I couldn't even look. As his voice trailed off, I knew he could see me through the screen. He could see parts of me no other man had seen but my doctor and my husband. I started shaking, but worse- my nipples were aching again. This was so erotic. I was getting.... excited.
I heard a familiar click, knowing the screen door had opened and closed- footsteps... He was standing right beside me. Who was it? I hollered out for him to leave immediately, that my husband would be home any minute, and that he would have the cops take the man to jail. However, if he would leave right now....
I felt a large rough hand softly stroke my naked ass and reach down to rub my pussy. His touch was so soft and knowing- belying the calloused skin of a working man's hands. I prayed he hadn't noticed my pussy clenching tight, my labored breathing, and a hopefully inaudible sigh.
