This story is about a married couple willingly getting into some BDSM. It involves topics such as Pet Play, CBT, Sissification, Electro Play and Anal. I would love input as this is my first writing. Please review in the comments and let me know why you did or didn't like it. Both are important to me.
1 Caught Off Guard
The warm water felt amazing as it rolled down my body. It always does after being tied up. Sophia stepped in the shower with me, her long brown hair tied up in a bun. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her as the water poured over us.
"Thanks for that, it was just what I needed," I said, speaking of the bondage session we just finished.
Sophia and I have been married for more than a couple years now and have experimented with all kinds of bondage and play, but at heart we are both subs. It wasn't always kinky play but I wouldn't mind it that way. We cycle through a variety of interests from vanilla things to bondage and role-play but never anything too extreme. For a while, I've fantasized about making our playtime a longer term thing. While I don't mind being the top on occasion, the thought of being kept around all weekend as a personal plaything has me rock hard again.
"I just took care of that, "Sophia said. "What is it you're thinking about? Hmm?" She looks at me with eyes seemingly knowing my thoughts before I can even speak them.
"Well, I was just thinking about how fun being your slave for a whole weekend or even a week would be."
"Yea, but I just can't do that. Tying you up is fine but anything more than that I just don't know."
"Yea I know," I responded, not wanting to push the issue.
While Sophia has gotten really good at the bondage aspect of our play I know she doesn't care for the whole dominant role, which I had come to terms with. However I still fantasize about being forcibly locked up against my will for days or weeks to do her bidding. Obviously with a full time job and a life it isn't feasible but a man can dream can't he?
Later that night I sat wondering about the whole conversation. It didn't seem like they were hard no's, but rather that she was unsure about how to play the part. My mind wandered in circles for a bit.
A teacher... maybe... wouldn't it be silly if there was like a femdom school? I know I've read about things like that before in some of the romantic fiction stories online. I open up my phone and do a quick google search just out of pure curiosity. Not that Sophia would ever be interested but at this point I just need to know.
Femdom School
I navigate through the list of porn and articles that pops up but find nothing. Okay maybe...
Femdom Training
Again I find nothing but an extravagant list of porn. Let's try...
Couples Femdom
A couple of kink related matchup sites appear on the screen along with some advertisements for femdom's looking for couples. I browse through some of the ads as well as the profiles on the matchup sites.
Clicking on one of the links a video pops up on full volume.
"Does your slave need training? Are you looking for an experienced dominatrix like Mistress K to help you learn the ropes..."
I cut the volume on my phone immediately as the video starts up. Looking around thankfully I don't see Sophia. She must not be within earshot of me. I close my phone and return about my day.
All week I can't get the tantalizing thought of Sophia receiving training from an experienced dom out of my head. How would it turn out? Would she teach her new ways to torture me, would she learn that she enjoys an aspect of the role, or would the whole thing just be awkward?
"You can call me Mistress Sophia from now on slut." Along with the crack of an imaginary whip across my bare ass.
The thought was so visual I could almost feel the sting on my ass. If nothing else, I was definitely hard just thinking about it. You'd think I haven't gotten off in a year with how horny I've been this week. I push off the thought and get back to the work I was doing.
As Friday rolls around my day is coming to a close at work. My phone dings and I take a look at it. A text from Sophia appears on the screen:
"Hey cutie when you get off work I need you to run to the store for me and get a couple things. Can you grab some steak and a bottle of wine? Also, I sent you an email with some directions for when you get home. Do not open it until you get home."
Well this is one way to end the work day. I'm throbbing trying to hide it as I walk through the parking lot to my car.
Usually I'm the one with the surprise bondage adventures and letters so this message has definitely taken me by surprise. I mean that's what the email has to be about right? Why else would she possibly email me in that manner. Now I have a deep need to know what's in the email.
A quick peek couldn't hurt right? I mean I won't read the whole email, I just want to see if this massive erection is justified.
As I get to my car I sit inside and open my email. The moment I click on the email to open it, I know I screwed up.
Across the top of my screen I can't help but see, "Read receipt sent."
"Shit..." I say out loud in my car.
Almost before I can finish the word the email vanishes from my inbox with a new message sitting on the screen. "User has recalled the message."
Yup. Should have seen that one coming. Usually I'm ten steps ahead and don't get surprised by things, but that one really caught me off guard.
My phone buzzes as a message comes through:
"Tsk tsk," is all it says.
What does that mean!? My brain is swirling trying to understand. This is out of the ordinary for Sophia so I don't know how to read the situation. I'm sure that means I'll be punished later but really punished, or the normal teasing playfulness. The messaging seems more serious than normal and if it weren't for the throbbing erection I had, I could pay attention to the sinking feeling in my chest, or the daze of thoughts going through my mind.
"Sorry I was just really curious," I quickly replied.
I sit waiting for a response of some type for a moment, but my phone is silent.
"I'm on my way to the store now."
"I'll be home soon."
I send them off in quick succession and turn the keys to the car. Shit shit shit shit I think to myself as I turn out of the parking lot.
After stopping at the store I check my messages again to see if there's anything in my texts or email, but still nothing. Steak, wine, and apology flowers sit in the passenger seat as I make my way back home.
Opening the door I feel my phone buzz. A message from Sophia: