I can only imagine the regrets and fear that must be racing through her mind. She had become careless and I can't even begin to count the times I have told her to lock the door and activate the alarm. Now she was suffering the consequences of not listening to me. She is tied to the bed about to be raped.
More about that in a minute but right now you need to know how she got herself into this predicament. We married five years ago, right after I graduated from college and she had just finished her third year. I had begun my career in management at the steel mill and was making great money, so with some coaxing we decided she would drop out of college to become "Susie Homemaker" and a full time wife. I know in this day and age it's old-fashioned but we dedicated ourselves completely too one another so it worked for us.
She maintains her looks and keeps her girlish figure. We are each proud of the other and I love showing her off to our friends or for that matter, anybody else in which we come in contact. I adorn her with regular shopping trips. I love to go with her, helping pick out her clothes. From the things I pick out, she thinks I am a chauvinist. I've always just thought I had good taste in women's clothes and what looks good on them, at least from a man's point of view. Actually, I really am quite good at it.
She indulges me by allowing me to pick out much of her wardrobe so I guess she likes it too. She is a perfect size five so I can always head for the petite section and find exactly what we like. I pick out bright colored skirts, frilly blouses or maybe a full dress with a hemline a few inches above her knee. Her legs look fantastic in heels and her clothes must fit right so as to show off her tiny waist and perky breast. Don't misunderstand, this is classy stuff I buy and I think the best way to describe her appearance is 'a look of elegance'. Many people have commented on her style and wardrobe saying she looks as though she just stepped off a page of Cosmopolitan. She is exquisite by any measure and every time we go out, I know men eventually start mentally undressing her. They can't hide it as it shows in their ogling eyes. To say the least, I am the envy of many men.
Our sex is always satisfying and I guess you could call it tame in-so-much as not being adventurous. I know what she needs and anything kinky would be out of the question for her. However tame it might be though, it is never anything less than me reaching mind blowing orgasms during sex. I am always gentle with her, taking my time and dedicating whatever effort is needed for me to pleasure her.
With me being one of the newer managers at work and having to work graveyard shift, I know she has a fear of staying alone at night. The house is like Fort Knox but over time she became careless. Becoming accustomed to the neighborhood, friendly neighbors and the safety we enjoy has caused her to become complacent with her safety. I come home from work and find she has failed to set the alarm and is leaving the door unlocked or the blinds not completely closed. I try to tell her of the danger she is creating for herself. She would listen to me and it would last for a week or so but after a while, I would come home finding unlocked doors again.
After a year of scolding her, I decided to break her of the habit. I am going to make an impression on her that she will never forget. Although it will be a frightening experience for her and a hard lesson to learn, it will be for her own good. I decided that I am going to rape her. I was terrified that someone would eventually really break-in and hurt her. I resolved myself to do anything to protect her as I feared we wouldn't be able to handle it. This will be a really good way to teach her a lesson. Nobody will get hurt for real since there won't be any hitting, slapping or anything too rough. After it's all over and she realizes how she is at fault and could have avoided the whole thing, I'll then tell her it was me that raped her. She'll be mad at first but it won't last long because she knows I'm right and I'm just looking out for her.
Just doing this half-ass and her catching me is not an option. I have never thought about raping anyone, especially my own wife. I never understood men that could force themselves on a helpless woman but the more I planned this, the more I became obsessed. I was committed to becoming unknown to her during the rape. She'll also never suspect me because we have never even talked about fantasies, especially not one involving rape. I know that many women secretly get turned on with thoughts of being taken against their will due to uncontrollable desires of a stranger and them not having any control over the outcome. She just doesn't think about things like that so it's never been discussed.
I spent almost two months preparing my assault. I am much stronger than she and I can easily overpower her. I never took off during shift so I decided the middle of the night will be the ideal time when she thinks I am at work. She would never suspect me coming home at that time of night. There were no guns in the house which eliminated my worry of getting shot. To top it off, she was a sound sleeper and providing the alarm is off and she leaves the door unlocked, as usual, I can easily walk into the house undetected.
I planned out every aspect, down to the smallest detail so she would not suspect it to be me. I always wear dress clothes to work so I decided on the night of her rape; I will wear one of the laborers dirty clothes from the locker room hamper before being sent to the cleaners. I kept my hair combed back and sprayed lightly with hairspray but this night it will be greasy and mussed, just in case she would be able to feel it during her assault. I fine tuned the details until my plan was perfect.
All I had to do was keep her from seeing me or hearing my voice. I knew of stores that sold all kinds of 'undercover' devices for people that work in security and don't want to be detected. I never realized there are so many things available to the public. I visited a couple of stores and came up with the perfect devices.
I thought night vision consisted of those bulky goggles that looked like a pair of binoculars. Little did I know they now make them not much larger than a regular pair of glasses. To my surprise and pleasure they also don't have that green tint to everything any more. I will make sure all the lights are out before she wakes and it will be pitch dark, or at least to her it will be. After talking to the salesman I also found a small electronic voice synthesizer that easily fits around the throat. It can be tuned to alter the pitch and tone of your voice. Although I was reluctant, due to the five hundred dollars I had to spend, I was really getting into this and so I was soon the proud owner of both devices.
