Well, it's not the story I expected to post next, nor even one I had been close to finishing. However, it is the story that broke my writer's block, so I'm simply happy to have a finished story to post.
I did kind of rush the editing as I was excited to be writing again, but I think I got it polished up fairly decently. I'm sure you'll tell me in the comments if I'm wrong. I'm also sure that you'll tell me it's too short or I left this or that out. Sorry, but this is the entirety of the story I envisioned. As I've said before, it I envision more, I'll write more. Just don't hold your breath waiting.
I normally don't like multiple PoV, but I couldn't make this one work with a single narrator. So, there are three characters and three different PoV in the story. Sorry about that.
I do hope you enjoy it!
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I was anxiously awaiting the end of yet another boring meeting when I felt my phone vibrate.
[I was bad. Took a personal day.]
It seemed like a strange time to tell me, so I texted back.
[You okay?]
[Great! Hit the salon.]
[Nice! Enjoy.]
[Tied up for lunch today? I will be...]
That got my attention. My wife can be rather kinky and loves to do self-bondage when I'm not home. If I'm lucky, she will text me and then it's a race to get there before she gets free. Sure enough, my phone vibrated again almost immediately.
[The ice is melting. Hope you find me in time!]
My first instinct was to bolt from the room. Unfortunately, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, as somebody was already standing at attention down there. It was torture to wait for the meeting to wrap up so I could make my escape. I didn't even bother to swing by my office for my jacket, but just headed straight for the parking lot. Luck was on my side, and I made it home in record time without getting pulled over for speeding.
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I wasn't surprised that the master bedroom was empty, since Sara had said I would have to find her. I still checked, as it would be just like her to have me search the rest of the house while she was waiting in our bed, laughing at me.
The guest bedroom was also empty, so I figured she must be in the basement. I was heading for the stairs when I heard something from our daughter's room. Beth was 20 years old, but still lived at home while attending the local college. She had a full schedule on Tuesday and Thursday, which is why we could play over lunch on those days. I silently applauded my wife, as that would have been the last place I would have looked if she hadn't made any noise.
I knocked, on the off chance that Beth had come home, but heard only a muffled response. I opened the door to reveal my bound wife on our daughter's bed.
I had never seen that tie before, but silently appreciated the view. All our beds were four-posters, which made them ideal for this. She was kneeling with her ankles secured to the bottom two posts and her wrists to the top two. I could see an ice cube on the towel by her hand and there was a lot left. I guess she wanted to make sure she didn't get free before I made it home.