"Natalie, before I give you this, I need to explain. This might seem strange but I thought a lot about it and I think it's something you'll like."
"Oh...kay," she said with a quizzical expression on her face. "But hurry up and tell me so I can have my present."
"No. You're right, Nate. I don't need to explain anything. Go ahead and open your present and we'll take it from there. If you don't like it or you already have one, then I'll get you something else." We both laughed.
Natalie tipped open the lid. I had altered the bracelet box to hold the five tokens—ten really. She Looked inside and then up at me. The light reflecting off the interior of the box, lit her face, and shown golden in her hazel eyes. It was like a mini-version of that briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
* * * * *
I didn't know what to give my wife, Natalie, on this fifth day of May. It was her fiftieth birthday and our fifth wedding anniversary. I wanted it to be special.
We had lived together for fifteen years before we decided to license our bohemian lifestyle. At first we didn't want a contractual marriage and, maybe because we were older, neither of us wanted children. We had built a good life together, but, over the years that M conversation kept coming up. So, we finally decided to go for it.
We were in our thirties when we met and at fifty and forty-seven we still enjoyed a loving relationship.
We experimented in the bedroom—sometimes in other rooms too—but it was all pretty tame. We liked teasing and even a little role play; naughty schoolgirl, boss-secretary, King Kong-Ann Darrow—I liked Naomi Watts, and Fay Wray as the damsel but for sexy, defiance and vulnerability, it was Jessica Lang. Playing Kong was fun but a bit over the top with all the romping and roaring. We did a pretty good Secretary with me as James Spader and Natalie as Maggie Gyllenhaal. It was all fun but something was lacking—something I would come to understand later—so our role-play never went much further than foreplay.
Everything was better for a while after we closed that escape hatch in our relationship. Now that we were married we felt more committed to each other and that drew us closer together. But passionate loving can ebb towards loving partnership. Now, five years in, it was clear something had shifted in our dynamic. I felt it, and I knew Natalie did too.
My obsessions, on the other hand, only got more compulsive and intense. I knew Natalie enjoyed being the boss. Three years my senior, she naturally assumed the dominant position in most things; but I stiIl did not have the nerve to really open up about my FemDom fantasies.
At that point I'm not sure I even knew how deep and how far back those fantasies went. What I did know was I spent way too much time on Internet sites that featured women in control, gentle domination, CFNM, FLR, SPH, ENM, ETC, and etc.
'It's not like I'm lying to her; I'm just keeping my secrets to myself. Right?' I'd tell myself.
I really wanted to give Natalie something memorable for this occasion. And, I wanted to open up to her.
The more I thought about it the more I convinced myself that Natalie would like taking the reins in our relationship. The question was how to turn them over to her.
So after a lot of crazy ideas I settled on giving Natalie five orgasms. Not five orgasms for her; No, I was going to give her total control over my next five orgasms. Natalie has a good sense of humor—one of the many things I love about her—and, from our attempts at role-play, i knew she had a good imagination.
I know; this just sounds like another degree of a mans'—my—self-centeredness, but I thought having this control over me would appeal to her. Believe me; I never imagined how much she would like it or how far she would take it.
* * * * *
So, there we were at Sardo's, the restaurant we saved for special occasions. After cocktails and antipasto we shared an OssoBuco with grilled polenta and two salads. We had polished off a good California blend so we were a little silly. We sat sipping our espressos and grappas. I had given her the box and after opening it she just stared at what was inside.
It was a deep blue velvet bracelet box, but this one did not contain a bracelet. I had modified the interior to form sunken impressions to hold five objects—ten really—and there was a note folded into a long rectangle that fit in the lid. 'Natalie' was written in script on the exposed fold.
* * * * *
Once I had made the decision to give my Natalie control over my next five orgasms I needed something symbolic to represent it. I wanted to to be something that had real value beyond, "it's the thought that counts." 'Everybody know that hardly ever works.'
In 1947 the slogan, "Diamonds Are Forever", was invented by The De Beers Company to boost sales. It was an advertising myth aimed at the American market. They attached diamonds to engagement, as a timeless and international tradition but this was a fabrication. There was a long tradition in Europe and other parts of the world but diamonds, not so much. The market for "pre-owned" diamonds is not good either. They depreciate faster than a brand new car once you drive to off the dealer's lot. Thanks to Kate Middleton's half-million dollar, blue sapphire engagement ring diamond sales are down again in the US. I wondered if Harry had goofy ideas like mine. I could see him naked, on his knees at Kate's feet—Debauched royally.
"Henry Charles, bring me my cane from the highboy and the Queen Mum's scarves. I just love using those on you."
'So, No to diamonds,' I thought. And I didn't know enough about other Gemstones. So no to gems.
'But what? Fur? Natty would look great naked in a fur coat.'
But I didn't want PETA on our tails. Then it hit me. 'Gold! Gold is real.'
And, after a few impractical ideas about presentation I came upon Krugerrands.
Those bright, shiny gold coins hold their value like nothing else because they trade at the cost of gold. 'Eurika!' Gold was the perfect answer.
I shuddered at the idea of the cost but I was out of my mind with this idea.
'Ten grand! You couldn't buy a car but you could but a lot of other nice things or even go on a nice vacation with that kind of money.
'Come on, this is two celebrations in one,' I thought.
I knew I'd regret it if I didn't go all the way. I just hoped Natty would take it all the way.
So purchased the five one ounce Krugerrands. I modified the bracelet box to hold two coins in each spot, one the real gold coin and the other a gold-wrapped, dark chocolate coin of the same diameter. I did that for safety. So Natty wouldn't have to carry the real coins around. The pairs of gold coins were nested in ivory satin inside the dark blue, velvet box. All said and done, It was heavy and very sexy; a gift worthy of my, hopefully, soon-to be Mistress.
* * * * *
"Those are Krugerrands, Nate, five of them. You can save them, or cash them out. You could even have them made into custom jewelry." The box looked so sexy in her long, manicured fingers.
"I know you can design something__."
I trailed off when I registered her nail color. They were yellow; not acidy yellow, or brassy like fake gold; They were soft-luster, golden yellow with an orange undertone. Gold. Did she know? Did she have a premonition? These questions flashed through my mind. The color was DeBelle Carmelo I would later find out, along with the answer to other question. Delicious DeBelle Carmelo.
