Cindy gently awoke as the sun started streaming through the bedroom window. It wasn't a common occurrence, but happened every other Friday when her husband was off work. Man what a great deal a flex workweek was.
She rolled over to cuddle up against her hubby, only to find that Tim was not there. She patted the bed in a few places to make sure she hadn't just missed him somehow, only to find the pulled back covers and an empty space. Something told her she must have slept longer than she thought.
A few minutes later, after stretching and wiping the sleep from her eyes, the phone on her nightstand rang to life.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey sleepy head how was your night?" queried Tim's voice.
"Good. But ... where are you?"
"Well, just because I get the day off, doesn't mean the kids do, sweetheart," came his reply with a laugh behind it. "I'm dropping them at school and I'll be home in a bit."
"Okay..." she replied sleepily, still trying to shake the cobwebs from her head. Then a mischievous grin curled around her lips, "I'll be waiting for you right here when get back."
There was a pause before Tim delivered his response, "Uhhh, I have a better idea," he said, his voice deepening slightly while growing slightly quieter. "Why don't you get up and go into the bathroom?"
"Huh? But wh..." Cindy said, but her reply was cut short.
"Don't ask any questions," Her husband's voice said in a low, commanding tone. "Just do it and you won't be sorry. See ya later, bye."
Still somewhat groggy, but quickly awakening, Cindy's reply was cut short when Tim's cell phone went dead. She thought to call him back, but decided against it. She knew that he must have something planned for her and she should just go with it.
She slipped on her robe and headed to the bathroom. As she turned the corner and opened the door, there it sat. On the toilet seat was a plain, brown, cardboard box with a small white envelope on top. Her name was written on it, clearly done in Tim's handwriting.
Cindy allowed a small smile to escape her lips as she bent down and picked up the envelope and opened it. She removed a small, white piece of paper and read the message to herself: Good morning. Today I thought we'd do something a little different. Inside the box are some items that we'll need. They are all pretty self-explanatory, so just take a shower, put them on and follow the next set of instructions you find. —Love Tim PS — Do not, under any circumstances, play with yourself whatsoever before I get home.
At this point, Cindy's curiosity was piqued to a new level. Tim was a creative guy and she loved him to death. No one had ever made her feel so loved, so fulfilled, so complete. And he was a good, attentive lover. But even this seemed a bit more than what she thought her husband was capable of.
She slipped the note back into envelope, set it on the counter and removed her robe. She quickly adjusted the water and slipped under the cleansing stream of water. As she washed, Cindy naturally started rubbing her body and it responded to the touch. But her husband's words echoed in her head, "Do not play with yourself whatsoever until I get home." She forced her hands to get the job of cleaning her body done quickly, shaved, rinsed and exited the shower.
After drying off, Cindy put the towel aside and reached for the box. She raised it from the toilet seat to the counter and popped open the small pieces of tape that held it closed. Once the flaps were pulled back, she could see several items underneath a second envelope. On its cover it simply said, "Open in the bedroom."
She scooped up the box and hurriedly walked to the bedroom. Cindy sat down on the foot of the bed, placed the box at her side and got out the envelope.
Upon picking it up, Cindy could now clearly see what was underneath. There were some leather restraints, a studded two-inch wide leather collar, all of which had buckles on them. There was also a pair of black stilettos with a very high heel, but no platform. She guessed they were probably five inches in height, and had a closed, pointed toe and a strap that would encircle each ankle.
Blinking her eyes, Cindy looked at the boxes' contents for a few seconds in disbelief. She had been married to Tim for just over a year, but the two had known each other since they were high school sweethearts 23 years earlier. And at age 41, she thought she knew him better than anyone else in the world. Now, he was exhibiting a side of himself that she had never seen, and it excited her tremendously.
Her heart raced and her breathing quickened, as now she knew that Tim's imagination had really been working overtime. As she opened the second set of commands, her head became light as she could almost hear him giving her the instructions as she read them:
Put on the heels and make sure you secure the ankle strap on each shoe. Then put on the wrist and ankle restraints and make sure each is tightly in place. Then put on the blindfold and sit on the edge of the bed and wait for me to return. — Love Tim
"Blindfold?" she said softly to herself. She hadn't seen one in the box upon her initial inspection, but as she shuffled the items in the box around a bit, there it was underneath the stilettos.
"Man, he really went all out for this."
As she put on each item, starting with the heels, she could feel the excitement building within her. Before she got the first heel buckled into place, her nipples were already as hard as rocks. She ached to touch them, but Tim's words echoed in her ears not to do anything until he got home. She placed a restraint on each ankle, snugging it up against her skin and fastening the buckle into place. She then repeated the process with each of her wrists, although somewhat less efficiently since she could only use one hand on each.
Cindy took the collar and placed it around her throat and started to buckle it into place. Before she could finish the scent of soft, supple leather began to overwhelm her. She finished securing it behind her neck, but her head was now swimming with sensation.
She grasped the blindfold, moved the box to a chair next to the dresser and sat in the middle of the bed. She placed it over her eyes and the soft padding inside enveloped her eye sockets and the world went black. She buckled it behind her head, and sat quietly ... waiting.
It seemed like forever before Cindy heard a car pull into the driveway. From the creaking of the brakes when it stopped, she knew it was probably Tim returning. A few seconds later the front door opened and closed, and footsteps could be heard coming down the hall to their bedroom. The door opened and then, for what seemed long time, there was silence.
"Well, I see you can at least follow instructions," Tim's voice finally said.
Cindy's heart jumped at his words. Clearly, this was Tim's voice. But it was somehow ... different. It wasn't the calming, gentle tone the he always greeted her with. This tone was commanding and stern ... and she loved it.
"Now, back up on the bed and lie down with yours arms and legs stretched out to the sides."
Cindy quickly complied, scurrying backwards on the bed and attempting to use the stilettos for some traction, but with no avail. She finally got in position, and as she stretched her arms out found that her right arm was immediately pulled up toward the corner by the headboard. She could feel Tim fumbling with something, and figured it was some sort of clasp when she heard the sound of clicking metal. Tim had secured her right ankle and was working on her left when it suddenly occurred to her, "When did he have time to set all this up? And how in the hell did he do it without me knowing?"
