It was an incredible weekend spent "training" Kristen. She was ready, willing and able.
Monday was a day of worrying and angst but finally, Derrick arrived home. He was his usual self. Avoiding, or ignoring Kristen. Once he was asleep she leapt into action.
She quickly cuffed one hand to the bed frame then the other before he even knew what hit him. Kristen then jumped up to turn the lights on. Finally awake, but still confused, "What's going on?" he asked. "Kristen, let me go. What are you doing?"
Kristen paced around the bed. Not certain what to really do next. She slowly came up to his side of the bed, reached down to grab a leg and he started to fight. Calmly, she backed away. "If you fight me it's going to be a very LONG night."
Looking straight into his sleep filled eyes she was staring looking for his reaction. His head was off the bed trying to make sense. What was his crazy wife doing? Why was he cuffed to the bed like an animal?
She approached again, slowly. He quickly said, "Let me go. I don't know what you're doing but we can talk about this." Grabbing his ankle, he again started fighting in protest. Kristen patiently backed up again and started to leave the room.
He pleaded, "Kristen, come back here and let me go."
She continued walking down the hall and down stairs to gather her thoughts a bit. With a slight smile she knew she would enjoy this.
*RING* "Hello?"
"He's cuffed to the bed but is resisting the ankle cuffs," she told me.
"Very nice. Enjoy the evening and do not let him loose until you have whatever answers you want and/or need," I replied.
"Thanks. I will. And thank you for everything."
It was a quick phone call, but I was glad she called. Her voice a little unsure but her conviction was resolute.
She pondered things while down stairs a bit longer than necessary, but every passing second simply created more worry in Derrick. She re-entered the room with a purpose. Walking straight up to his side of the bed she stated, "You cooperate and not fight me or I will start disciplining you immediately."
She looked down at him. His hands bound to the bed above him. She was looking straight at him. He was trying to understand what got into his wife of 16 years. "Kristen, please let me go so we can talk about this."
*SLAP* was her immediate response. A hard slap delivered to his inner thigh. *SLAP* then another.
"OUCH, Hey!"
"Put your leg down on the bed and leave it there," she commanded.
He looked at her for a couple of seconds and then lowered his right leg. He was clearly nervous and had no idea what was going on.
Kristen calmly attached the ankle cuff and made sure it was tight and snug. Then she moved to the other side of the bed, looked directly at him and stated, "The other leg over here."
He responded and was quickly locked into place. His heart raced. She was glowing inside now having her husband in a very compromising position. He was off to one side of the bed but tightly bound and completely at her mercy.
She circled the bed letting the gravity of his situation settle in. She was contemplating her next move. Stopping at the foot of the bed she drew an extended finger up the bottom of his foot. He quickly yanked his foot away all of 1" and raised his head off the bed. He was too shocked to even say anything.
Walking around to her side of the bed she slowly climbed onto it and made her way near him. He was looking at her the entire time. His puppy dog eyes trying to find a chink in her armor. She knelt next to him. Looking. She stared at him in this compromising position.
"I'm glad you're home from your trip we need to talk," she said.
After a long pause she continued, "I've handcuffed you so you cannot avoid me any longer. I will keep you here until we figure out what's going on."
He had no doubt she was serious. He wasn't sure what to say, if anything.
"I've been thinking a lot about our lack of a sex life and I need to know what's going on. I threw myself at you last time you were home. Your dick was hard. I know it was. I felt it. And yet, work was more important to you.
I need answers and I'm going to get them. And as long as you are good I won't hurt you. Disobey and I will discipline you until we are back on the same page. My page!"
She looked down at him not understanding why this was so easy. What had snapped inside of her where she could talk to her husband like he was a child? Her hand reached out and cupped his chin. Turning him slightly uncomfortably, "Do we understand?"
He nodded quickly. Her hand was holding his chin making it hard for him to move. She then forced his head back and forth and moved her head the same way. "No we don't. You will answer me, not with a nod but with a Yes or No!" she demanded.
"Yes," was his response.
"Yes what?"
"Yes I understand."
"Yes you understand what?"
"Er...yes I understand you need answers?" he questioned.
Much better she thought. She flicked his head with her hand and nearly shouted, "Damn right I need answers." She scurried off the bed over him.
She slid some things out from under the bed and his eyes grew very wide. "Kristen, what are you...what are you doing?"
"You need to understand I am in charge of this right now. So to help you concentrate and focus I'm going to make sure you know I'm serious," she paused then continued. "I'm going to unhook your feet. You will not fight me. Once unhooked you will turn over, crawl onto your knees and grab the headboard. I want your ass up in the air," Kristen stated matter-of-factly.