Linda sat nude at the edge of her bed and stared into her full-length mirror.
“I can’t believe this was my idea,” she muttered to herself.
“But was it my idea?” Linda lost herself in thought. She couldn’t remember whose idea it was. She felt like it was her idea but some doubt lingered inside of her.
A few moments passed before she pulled herself back, and slowly leaned onto the bed. She look at herself in the mirror, her legs spread to either side of it.
“It was a good idea putting the mirror at the foot of the bed,” she thought to herself as she pulled her legs even wider apart.
She looked at the clock.
“4:33,” she muttered.
She leaned forward and looked at the black leather cuffs on either side of her feet.
“When did he get these?” she thought to herself.
It was just three days ago that she said to her husband she was interested in being tied up and he went to the closet and pulled these out. Why would he have them? She thought maybe it was something from his bachelor party, but she hadn’t seen them before.
She felt her stomach twitch as she reached her hands down and slowly tightened one around her left ankle and then her right.
She looked into the mirror again, her legs pulled wide apart, her lips glistening in the light.
“I’m going to do this,” she thought to herself as she leaned her head back onto the stack of pillows.
She fumbled her hand across the nightstand until she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs.
She thought back to the previous night, how hard she practiced putting the handcuffs on while he watched, and how excited they both got.
“Tonight will be even hotter,” she whispered to herself, slowly placing the handcuff onto her left wrist.
“My ring,” she said so loud she almost startled herself. “I almost forgot.”
She slowly pulled the ring off her finger and reached over to the nightstand and put it there like her husband asked.
She said felt funny taking it off that she hadn’t had it off since they were married two years ago, but he assured her it would be more exciting. Like they weren’t married. Like she “belonged” to him. That was the word he used.
“Tonight I serve him like he owns me, not like his wife,” she muttered to reassure herself, slowly reaching her hands over her head and pull the free hand cuff around the slat in the headboard.
As the handcuff clicked tighter she looked at the clock again, “4:41”, before looking into the mirror at herself.
“He said he’d be home at five,” she looked at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She couldn’t move. She thought about how scary this was. What if there was a fire? Or worse, her parents came over?
She giggled out loud at her last thought. Here she was, married, twenty-four years old and she was so worried about what her parents would think.
She remembered how it felt last night, after she had put the handcuffs on. How strong he felt and how heavy he was on top of her. How she felt so helpless as he slid deeper and deeper inside of her.
She drifted in thought for what felt like forever before suddenly snapping out of it.
“5:04,” she felt her body tense as she looked at the clock.
The click of the door echoed through the house.
“I’m home,” she heard her husband call out as he dropped his briefcase onto the table.
“In here,” Linda tried to call out, but her mouth swallowed the words.
She heard her husband coming down the hallway anyway.
The door opened slowly.
“You’re so beautiful,” Tom walked into he room.
“Thank you,” Linda blushed and turned her head. She felt uncomfortable being like this in front of him, but it made her feel sexy at the same time.
“You’re ready to go through with this then?” Tom looked down at her.
Linda nodded. She was so excited felt like purring as he rubbed the back of his hand over her body.
“Say it,” Tom looked down at her. “You need to say it.”
Linda slowly closed her eyes. She felt her body tensing as she tried to speak.
“Tonight you own me and I will do anything you want,” she finally blurted it out.
“Tonight?” she felt how wet she was as his finger gently reached between her legs and started caressing her.
“Please,” she moaned as her back arched, “please I will do anything you want from now on.”
Her body felt like it was going to explode as he slowly ran his finger across her lips and inside of her, his palm pressed tightly against her.
“Oh you like this don’t you?” he asked her, slowly backing away.
Linda nodded. Her body was shaking.
Tom turned away and walked back into the hallway.
“I have a surprise for you,” he called back to her.
Linda rubbed her hips back and forth as she felt uncomfortably excited.
“Here it comes,” she heard footsteps coming back towards the room.
“What is she doing here?” Linda let out a scream, struggling against her bonds. “Get out of here. Now!”
“Be quiet.” Tom walked into the room and stood next to her. “You said anything.”
“But not anyone,” Linda felt like she was going to cry. She looked at Karen, “Not her.”
Tom walked over to Karen, running his fingers through her blonde hair and looking down into her sparkling blue eyes.
“Come on, we’ve all known each other for a long time,” Tom gently rubbed his fingers along the back of her neck.