It was hard to believe it had been over 40 years since that day. "Day One" I had named it. That day saved our marriage.
I had been married to Roger for two years and things had grown rocky the last many months. A lot of our problems were about sex. The fact was neither of us had much experience and we just didn't know how to express our desires or please each other sexually.
I decided maybe a boudoir picture session might perk Roger up. I had seen a little ad in the newspaper: sexy photography and erotic adventures. I made the call.
Come into the office a pleasant sounding man had said and you can look over the options. Dave was older, thin, easy going and non-threatening. What do you have in mind, he asked? I want to spark up my marriage, I replied with more gusto than I felt. We can do a photo shoot with a variety of sexy poses, he said. Dave brought out a portfolio with a variety of pictures. After spending a few uninspired minutes looking at the photos of chubby partially clad women, I added, you mentioned something about erotic adventures in your ad? What about those? Those have a much higher sexual content, Dave said, would your husband be willing to participate? Yes he will, I replied, with way more conviction than I actually felt. Tell me more. They usually last for several hours which I direct and participate in and there is sexual contact. Keep going, I answered.
Dave brought out a paper, actually a check list of sexual activities. Look at this and fill it out, this will to eliminate things you and your husband would not be willing to do. I recommend you only check the absolute no-nos as the purpose of this is to expand your boundaries. I was proud of myself as I looked at the list, trying hard not to show the shock I was feeling. Oral, anal, bondage and some things I wasn't even sure what they were It was the last line that caught me: THERE ARE NO RULES. Boom, there it was. I just pointed at it and asked? I decide and I direct, Dave said, I will lead the three of us through an afternoon of erotic adventure. I wrote him a check.
We are dead together, I told Roger that evening. This can't hurt. Roger sadly agreed.
It was Saturday at three when we drove to the address Dave had emailed me. We both were glad to see it was a small house, hidden away all by itself in the woods. The main room was set up with a large bed, an armchair, a desk and a small table. The smell was clean and woodsy and soft music played in the background.
We found a note along with two glasses and an open bottle of wine on the table. Strip naked, the note said, then strap Roger into the armchair. We both took a drink. I saw Roger start to panic. "I have seen those bondage magazines you have in the closet Roger". "Now take off your clothes".
Two straps held his arms and a third went around his waist, locking him into the chair. I stood in front of him and did a little strip tease, enjoying his powerlessness.
Dave came in a few minutes later wearing a sheer gown and clearly nothing else. He held his finger to his lips when I started to speak. He did a little dance, slowly twirling and moving to the music. He picked up a ball gag from the desk and put it on me. His eyes pointed to the bed and soon I was trussed on my hands and knees, with my wrists attached to my ankles and my ass in the air. He took several pictures.
