"Jimmy, I'm home," came the expected but dreaded call.
Jimmy laid waiting, as he had been for most of the afternoon, the knots tightened far past what his numbed fingers could untangle.
"Hey, where are you? Get out here and help me with these damn groceries will you." Heather's voice shattered the silence.
Next came the footsteps he'd been fretting about for the past three hours. Through the dining room heading down the hall towards him, the click, click of her heels tormented him.
His bladder had been painfully full for quite some time and now threatened to let loose. Clamping his butt tightly, he fought for control; his situation was bad enough without adding to it. Closer and closer, his heart raced and sweat trickled from under his arms.
"Jimmy. Jim what! Oh my God, what are you, are you all right? What happened? Who did this to you?" She stood, gaping at him.
He was almost naked, bound and gagged across their bed, unable to answer or move. Fully exposed and totally embarrassed he lay before his wife of only eight months.
The pink slip and nylon stockings she could see were just the outer trappings. The hum of a vibrator seemed very loud in the silence that ensued.
She took several halting steps forward, almost against her will, hands outstretched and trembling. Tearing her eyes away from his, she slowly moved them down his body. Her mouth sagged even wider as she realized what she was seeing.
Jimmy was dressed in her lingerie. The gag kept him quiet, except for the sobs of frustration and embarrassment that racked him.
Blinking, she shuddered then resumed her inspection. He was made up as a woman. His longish brown hair swept up and pinned, then make-up quite skillfully applied.
Though he was almost six feet tall, Jimmy was slender and not overly muscular. He could easily pass for a woman, not a beauty by any means, but an attractive one.
Very little facial or body hair added to the elusion. His red painted lips stretched wide around a largish tightly buckled ball gag. Above his head, his useless, bloated hands had been tied with one of her scarves, and then secured to the headboard.
Heather's gaze lowered to Jimmy's hairless chest partially covered by her pink silk, his nipples forming tiny bumps in the slip. Further down she saw his erection twitching. Obviously he was turned on, and by the size of the wet spot, had been for quite some time.
His knees were tied and the silken scarves had been fastened to the legs of the bed stretching his legs wide, ensuring his captivity. The tops of his stockings and the lacy garters showed, as did his soft inner thigh and bulging pink panties beneath.
Another step forward and she touched him, just below the knee. His nylon clad leg felt odd beneath her fingers and he tried vainly to pull away. Sliding her fingers higher, then drawing away, only to once more reach for him.
Curiosity and surprise were almost overwhelming as she stepped forward to remove his gag. The unfamiliar buckles fought her fumbling fingers, but finally she managed to pluck the ball free.
"Jimmy, are you all right? Should I phone the police? What happened to you? Did someone break in? Did they hurt you? Did they steal anything? Are you okay?" Her questions came like machine gun fire, too quick to answer and he wasn't sure he could give her all the answers she deserved anyway.
Her hands fluttered over him, touching him, reassuring herself that he wasn't hurt. In the process she also discovered how excited she was becoming.
Seeing him trussed up, and as far as she could tell, forced to wear her slinky lingerie was having a profound effect on her.
"Please Heather, don't. Leave me alone just untie my hands. Heather stop, don't. For God sakes, leave me alone." He croaked, while struggling futilely against the silk.
She continued as if she hadn't heard him. Thrusting up the slip she saw his erection, tightly bound and ready to explode. Her tiny panties were much too small to hold him.
"Jimmy, who did this?" She looked up into his face, seeing his embarrassment for the first time. "Who? Tell me."
She reached forward and with a surprisingly steady hand gripped his erection and squeezed.
"No one!" He finally whimpered hoarsely.
His eyes closed as his head dropped back on the bed.
"No one did it. I did it. Please, Heather untie me, let me loose. I'll explain everything, but please just let me loose." Undeniable and total defeat was etched on his face. Heather stopped, but only for a moment, then resumed her exploration.
"Tell me. Tell me the whole story, now." Her demand gave him the opening he'd secretly always wanted. Without opening his eyes he began to speak.
"Ever since I can remember, I've always loved the feel of women's underwear. I remember taking my mother's underclothes and wearing them when no one was home. I was always terrified that someone would catch me, but I'd get so excited thinking about it.
Then I found books, lots of them, with pictures of women tied up and later some with men. I looked at those for months, read them every night and masturbated".
"Heather please let me loose. I really have to get loose. I've been here for hours and I have to pee so bad. If you don't let me go, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Please Heather, I'll tell you everything." Desperately, he begged.
"Yes Jim, you will. I had no idea about this and I want to hear it all."
She stepped to the head of the bed and struggled with the knots he'd managed to pull so tight that she couldn't get them loose.
"Damn Heather, cut them. I need to go. Please, if you don't we're going to have a very wet bed. Oh fuck Heather, just cut the fuckin' thing please."
Desperation made his voice shrill and he thrashed around trying to get free. From the top of her dresser, Heather grabbed her sewing scissors and while Jimmy wriggled and sobbed, she cut the scarves holding his hands.
As the silk parted, he was up and tugging at the others, frantically trying to get free. She pushed his useless hands away. Calmly, she unfastened the scarves holding him to the bed, and then laughed when he bolted for the bathroom.
He hauled up the slip and she saw the ropes wound around his thighs and ass. His hands were busy at his crotch, fumbling at knots that she couldn't see.
Heather didn't understand any of it, but was very conscious of how aroused she was becoming. Jimmy had always been a bit on the submissive side.
That was one of the things that had attracted her to him, but she'd never dreamed he was into this kind of kink. Now, well she'd see what he had to say then go from there.
She allowed him a few minutes of privacy, but only enough to relieve himself.
"Jimmy, come here. You have some explaining to do." Very firmly, she called him back. Silence followed, but moments later he sheepishly entered their room. Still clad in her lingerie, he shuffled in and stood shame faced just inside the door.
