This story involves male submission themes. If this is not your thing then please use your right not to read and critique.
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She looked me in the eye, opened her mouth, popped in the plastic lump and swallowed.
"No" was all I could utter.
"This was your idea" she had replied.
...
It is true. For many years in our happy but vanilla marriage I had craved to be hers. You know what I mean?
Not hers in a married sense, where we agree to
'have and to hold'
'love and cherish'
'sickness and in health' ... all that usual shit! Of course I want that and am lucky enough to have it... the other stuff!
I'd finally posted the letter to her... confessing my desires, in quite some detail. I'd regretted it of course as soon as it was sent but... it was done! There was no easy way of intercepting the post.
In the unfolding of the roles I had ended up with mine... mowing the lawns, emptying the dishwasher, killing the spiders etc... while one of hers was to collect the mail from the postal box.
I guess I could have made an excuse but I had taken the plunge... and this was something i wanted ... wasn't it?
The day she received it - I knew. There was a subtle change. Returning home from work and after our usual greeting with a peck on the cheek, backing away... she had looked at me intently while the letter sat opened, out, semi displayed on the kitchen island. I would have known even if I never saw it.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she said under her breath, after a torturous few seconds... which had seemed like hours.
"Yes" I had replied. My mouth somehow completely devoid of any saliva or moisture.
"Okay" she said as she turned toward preparing dinner "we can discuss the details in the morning."
So that was it... I had confessed my deepest embarrassing fetish and she had barely raised an eyebrow. As if to emphasise how disaffected she was the next thing she uttered was "Steak okay for dinner?"
I nodded affirmation and stood stunned for a few seconds before heading upstairs to change.
As I left the room I heard her state "yes, steak will be nice for your last night of freedom!"
...
After dinner we relaxed in front of the tv on the couch together as was the usual carry on of many married 30 somethings.
As I made the usual motions and murmurings prior to bed which in turn prompted her. She said "I have something I want you to wear in bed tonight. You'll find it on your dresser... you won't need anything else." It must have been obvious but while I tried to maintain some decorum I shot up the stairs in a pace only rivalled by children's' decent in the race to the Christmas tree on Dec 25th.
She had cleared my dresser top and had left the item as stated. I was a little bit confused as it was certainly not what I expected. There was only a single zip tie...
A long and strong looking one.
As I held it she entered the room quietly and stood looking on. I turned with one eye brow raised. "Undress and I'll put it on you" she said.
I did, not knowing what exactly her intentions were. I handed her the tie and she guided me to turn around. Gently she pulled my hands behind me and in no time I was bound. The hard plastic bit into my wrists. She came around to face front and we stood quietly.
There was a tension in the air that had not existed before in our marriage. It was frightening and beautiful.
My erection grew slowly but solidly. There was no hiding my sexual excitement anyway.
After a few nervous smiles from myself and a look of careful assessment from her she said "Tonight, as from here on, my pleasure will come first, agreed?" I nodded to this as she continued. "From here on in you will be treated as requested... when we are alone and at times in company I will treat you as you so desire." I again nodded and again my mouth was completely dry. "We will organise details of when these conditions are in play and when they are not ...and exactly what is allowed and what is not in greater detail tomorrow" I again nodded, mainly in disbelief at what was unfolding.
"Tonight," she continued "I am incredibly horny however... and I need to be sated." Hearing these words come from my wife, the woman i loved and desired was a shock. I wanted the words and where I think she was willing to go with me... but the shock was real, none the less.
"You have chosen to take us in a new direction, as you said - 'if I am willing' and I am willing to try" She reached down and gently clasped my now raging erection ever so lightly. "Tonight as from here on will be about my desires... not so much yours"
With that she let go of me. I gasped lightly as my cock bobbed in the air between us. She went to my side of the room, to my dresser and removed the light scarf I had been wearing that day from the hook. Returning with it, she coiled it in her hands before moving past me and lowering it over my head. My work scarf became a blind fold.
I heard her return and stand in front of me again. My rigid cock screamed for attention. I said nothing and waited.
"I have been waiting for this moment since I digested your letter. I say 'digested' because initially it shocked me. Your desires and fetishes were unexpected and shocking. Initially I was afraid for us but over the ensuing minutes and the hours before your return from work... Things changed. I know I love you and that doesn't change in such an instant. I know you love me - that is and was very clear. I re read and as I say digested the contents very very carefully"
I felt fingers or something brush the head of my penis and I gasped again.
She spoke to me gently for a few more minutes but I had already obviously come to a conclusion that things were going to be fantastic.
