To my readers: The bondage scene is quite mild as it began as a surprise to me. I hope it played out reasonably well for you. It is becoming increasingly difficult to write in a manner which, I hope, will keep you interested. Perhaps, one day, I will become a little better than an "also ran."
Thanks for reading my work and kill me if like with your comments. I'm not afraid of criticism.
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I picked up a few things in the kitchen and then followed Sheila's trail of clothes down the hallway expecting to lead me to our bedroom but instead the trail ended at the door going into my 'play room'. As I walked in I saw her lying on the bed with legs spread wide and tied to the foot board posts of the bed. Her arms were over head in a spread eagle position and on wrist was tied to the head board. She looked at me with a come-hither look and a sly smile on her face.
She said, "Tie my other wrist. I'm nothing to you tonight but a fuck toy. Use my body for your pleasure."
"Very well," I replied and tied her securely to the bed.
I decided to push her buttons more than usual so I untied her and rolled her over onto her tummy before retying her more securely to the bed posts. I raised her hips roughly and shoved two thick pillows under her tummy to raise her up for easier access. I tied a blindfold over her eyes and left her alone in the play room alone for a while to give her time to ponder what she had gotten herself into this time and wonder I was going to do to her.
I went to the living room to watch Jeopardy, one of her favorite TV shows and I could hear her calling my name and screaming "corn" which we used as a safe word in case things went too far. I ignored her pleas. She had, after all, initiated this. She knew I could and would push her to the edge of the cliff and make her look down, but I would never let her fall. If she thought I would actually cause her physical harm, she would never have allowed our relationship to progress this far. She trusted me with her life and she knew I would defend her with my own.
When Jeopardy was over... it was a good night for me... I knew the questions to most of the answers (For those who may be unfamiliar with Jeopardy, it is a game show in which the clues must be answered in the form of a question.)
I followed Sheila's path of strewn clothing back to the play room. The last article of clothing she had dropped was her panties. I picked up the panties. They were soaking wet and scented with Sheila's aroused juices.
"Oh, Michael, I was so frightened. I thought you had left. Please untie me I don't want to do this anymore," she said in a trembling voice as she felt me sit on the bed beside her.
"Shh, everything will be alright," I told her as I ran my hand softly down her back and over the ample globes of her lovely ass.
I mopped her soaking wet pussy with her panties then I wrapped my fingers in her silky red hair and lifted her blindfolded head. As she opened her mouth in a gasp I shoved her saturated panties inside and said, "You are a very naughty girl for starting something you are not prepared to finish. You will have to be punished for that."
She was startled by the insertion of the panties into her mouth and struggled vainly to free herself from the bonds. I gave her a hard sharp slap on each cheek of her writhing ass leaving a bright red hand print on each of the perfect globes.
She continued to struggle futilely against her bindings but as I began massaging her softly between her widely spread thighs the unintelligible noises she had been making were increasingly being replaced by what had to her much more familiar moans of passion. Her struggles to free herself from the of her bindings were slowly converting into undulations of passion for orgasmic release. As I got up from the bed to return to the living room for a while, she managed to eject the panties from her mouth.
She pleaded, "Michael, I'll be a good girl. I swear I will. Please untie me and make me cum. My body is on fire. Please fuck me."
I laughed and said, "All in due time, my beautiful Aphrodite."
As I left the play room, I looked at her incredible body. She was humping the pillows beneath her seeking any kind of relief for the aching burn deep within her loins.
Her voice was ragged as she screamed, "PLEASE FUCK ME! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
I left her lying in her aching hunger for sexual release and went to sit by the pool. The phone rang. The call was from Leann. She told me she couldn't wait until the weekend and that she was pulling into our driveway.
"Leann, stay in your car for a minutes and once you are inside strip and come to the play room," I instructed her.
I leaned back in the lounge recliner and pondered how I could turn this situation into pure pleasure for my beloved Sheila. Then I had a thought.