"There is no fucking way you're tying me up!"
Brandi's vehemently dismissive response crushed the suggestion her husband, Wyatt, made during a discussion about their sexual fantasies and desires, about how he could restrain her, and edge her to orgasm.
"I don't like being restrained, Wyatt, you know this" she added, "It is difficult enough to focus all my attention on being able to climax. Being tied up... it does not help!"
What irked him most, was that Brandi was pretty much open to anything when it came to sex. She had been very open about the many partners she had before marrying Wyatt and candidly shared the experiences she had with the men and women she'd been with. Case and point, Brandi was Wyatt's first anal experience when she simply slipped his dick into her ass while riding him 'reverse cowboy' one night.
But Brandi was also her own woman. It would happen when she wanted it to happen. Wyatt learned early on in their relationship that she preferred being the initiator. It was important for her to be in control of her orgasm. She believed that life was too short for "shitty men or shitty orgasms" and she perfected her climaxing techniques over the years.
She preferred no-nonsense fucking. "Don't fuck around, just fuck!" she would growl at Wyatt whenever she felt he was playing too much, going on a "fucking walkabout" as she would put it. She was not a fan of foreplay and wanted to be taken, fast and furiously. When she did reach her orgasmic state, this would largely be due to focused clitoral stimulation. And she could manipulate this state for multiple orgasms lasting anywhere from five to ten minutes, sometimes even longer. And when it was done, she was done.
Brandi knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and for how long she wanted it.
Wyatt, on the other hand, enjoyed play and exploration during sex. The longer the build-up continued, the more his senses would be stoked into a flaming passion. Foreplay was a huge turn-on for him. He would want to get his tongue inside her pussy so he could lap her juices into his mouth. He loved the aromas and flavors of a pussy and would suck and nibble on her clit to get her flowing and eat her out. He would want to tongue her ass, probe and prod her with his fingers, or whatever else was on the menu. He loved to explore her thoroughly and build her up to an orgasm.
They did not always see eye to eye about this.
Restraining his wife, therefore, had become somewhat of a fantasy for Wyatt. A fantasy he could only explore when masturbating. He had done hundreds of searches about restrained sex, ogling through countless pictures of people rope-tied, cuffed, chained, hung, stuck, and whatever else someone could come up with to erotically restrain another person.
He came to understand that what he wanted, no, what he craved, was to have her under his control. Total control.
What she feels. How she feels it. When she feels it. For how long she feels it.
.
'One day... maybe,' would regularly enter his mind.
As it turned out, the two of them had a 'debate' (read: argument) about something or the other one day. In the heat of the moment, Brandi blurted out the words that would become Wyatt's golden opportunity.
"Okay, okay! If I am wrong, then you can... hmm," she paused before adding smugly, "you can do anything to me that you want. How's that?"
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Whatever. The Fuck. You Want."
She deliberately mouthed the words, winked at him, and did a little wicked lick around her top lip. At that moment, he realized the opportunity that presented itself.
"Deal! I'll take that bet, one hundred percent," he agreed excitedly and jumped onto Google, searching frantically for an answer which could prove him right, and win the prize of 'Whatever the fuck you want!'.
After a couple of searches, he could confidently confirm the correct answer. And guess what? He was right!
"Why, thank you, darling," came his cocky quip when he showed her his victorious proof.
"I will be banking my prize for a later date, and you can NOT retract the offer. Ok?"
"Sure, what's the worst that can happen?" she coolly chirped back at him.
'Oh, if she only knew', mulled in his mind. He did not show too much excitement but knew he had a real chance to finally execute his fantasy.
Planning his night of erotic domination (as he kept referring to it to take the mickey out of Brandi, but also to build it up in his mind, and hopefully hers) was as exciting as it was daunting. Wyatt certainly did not want to risk their kids walking in on them, and he wanted a space where Brandi could feel at ease, which was imperative.
So he decided on their outside pool room. There, they would have no interruptions, and there was a steel-frame couch, which he thought would work perfectly. He could tie her to the frame and with the backrest reclined, she would be more than comfortable enough in the position he envisaged. He also had to decide on what to use for restraints. For practical reasons, he decided on leather belts since his rope techniques would more than likely digress into a farce.
When the planned day finally arrived, Wyatt prepared the outside room and converted it into a makeshift sex chamber. He made sure all their toys were ready. Her beloved vibrator was charged, a bevy of dildos were cleaned, and all his other props were in place.
The kids were sound asleep. It was time!
"Babe!" Wyatt called Brandi outside. She appeared wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and pajama shorts. The night breeze stiffened her nipples which pushed proudly against the cotton fabric. Wyatt's thoughts were immediately filled with images of his tongue swirling around those erect nipples.
