The dishwasher is running downstairs, dinner finished fifteen minutes ago. Our daughter has gone to bed. Janet and I hurry to our bedroom to enjoy ourselves as we do every night.
"Hmmm," I think as I finally strip off my vanilla taupe business jacket and skirt, "what can we do that's fresh and different?" Janet is also getting naked fast, a cute smile of anticipation on her lips.... OK... a leering grin of lust... but I think it's cute. I toss my blouse, bra, panties, and hose carelessly on a chair not thinking about that much at all.
Walking to our dresser, I dig around in our drawer of metal restraints. "Ah ha!," I think, "this will be great!" I gather a dozen pairs of handcuffs, her best stainless steel collar, and a lovely chromed leash. Between her collection and mine, we must own two hundred pounds of chain, locks, cuffs, and all sorts of perverse toys scattered around our home everywhere except where our daughter can find them.
Jan is already kneeling in the center of our bed. Her eyes widen watching me approach with about twenty pounds of metal in my hands.
"Lift your hair sweetheart," I order. She obeys instantly. Her raised arms make her tits thrust out and look delicious. I close the collar around her neck and lock it.
Clipping the shiny leash to the collar ring and and draping its loop handle over the post of the headboard of our bed, I command, "slave, turn your back to me. Fold your arms behind your back."
She obeys and I close six pairs of handcuffs on her wrists and up her forearms so her arms must now stay parallel behind her back. I carefully double lock all of them so they will not become tighter and hurt her.
"Now sit and cross your legs slave," I demand as I start to close six pairs of handcuffs from her ankles up to her shins so her legs must stay in that position. Again, I'm careful to double lock them for her safety. I don't want them to tighten too much if she presses against anything.
I hop on the bed admiring my work. "She's so beautiful when she's helpless," I think. With no warning, I push her over so she's face down on the bed, ass high in the air. Her gasp muffled by being face down on the bed is cute too, I decide. I hop back off the bed.
Casually stepping back to our dresser, I open the drawer of toys. I select two vibrators, lumpy bumpy rubber sleeves for them, our tiny but very powerful pocket rocket, a jar of lube, and just for good measure, an old ping-pong paddle that I bought at a garage sale for 25 cents. She hears me getting something but can't see what. I smile imagining what might be running through her mind.
Climbing back onto the bed, I'm grinning about to play with my favorite toy, my helpless slave/wife. I watch her for a moment sort of waddling around a little on her knees, flexing her arms away from her back, twisting her head to the side so she can breathe. I know that being helpless is a huge turn on for her and she must explore her bondage. I see her pussy glisten, gaping open already. "She's beautiful," I think, and know I'm wet too.
Idly doodling my fingertip around her clit lightly, I see her tremble. I stop after only a few seconds. She sighs.
