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.
Linda hated her. They had all worked together, and Karen always made her feel uncomfortable, especially around her husband.
“Isn’t she sexy all tied up like this,” Tom looked at Karen.
“I don’t know what to say,” Karen looked at Linda, reaching her hand out and rubbing it against Linda’s thigh.
“Don’t touch me,” Linda’s eyes stared piercingly into Karen’s.
Tom walked up behind Karen, slowly reaching his hands up her skirt.
“Let me have these,” Tom said as Linda watched him pull Karen’s panties down to the floor.
Linda turned her head. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She went from being on the verge of the best orgasm of her life to watching her husband remove another woman’s underwear.
Tom reached his hand and pulled Linda’s face towards him.
“I asked you to be quiet,” he said, bunching Karen’s panties into a ball. “Now at least you’ll have no choice.”
Tom pulled her mouth apart and stuffed the panties deep inside.
“Maybe when you’re ready to be quiet I can take them out.” Tom looked down at her.
She felt a wave of anger building inside of her. Her body thrashed against the bed, trying to pull free.
“Stop struggling,” her husband looked down at her. “You promised I could do anything I wanted.”
Linda felt her body tense in anger. She wanted to lash out at him, she didn’t agree to this. She tried to spit the panties out of her mouth but she couldn’t.
Tom turned his body towards Karen and pulled her up to him.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Karen looked up at him as Linda watched, unable to turn her head.
Tom lowered his face to Karen’s lips, kissing her passionately.
“Yes,” he answered, “Isn’t in Linda?”
Linda nodded her head yes and turned away as she felt a tear inch out of her eye.
Tom looked down at Karen.
“I love your blonde hair. Your beautiful blue eyes.” Tom pushed her hair back out of her face.
Linda felt humiliated as she looked down at her open legs in the mirror. She could see her husbands face just over her hip, looking into Karen’s eyes.
Linda felt sick as she watched her husband reaching his hands into Karen’s shirt. His lips pressed tightly against hers.
“You’re breasts are so firm and small,” Tom shot a look at Linda’s breasts, before turning back to Karen. “Linda’s are so big, I like yours so much more.”
Linda felt the tears streaming down her face. It was bad enough that she felt like this, but with her. She always felt like Karen was trying to steal him. Trying to take him away and now this. She felt her body break down into sobbing.
“She’s crying,” Karen pulled back looking at Linda.
“It’s okay,” Tom took the opportunity to pull Karen’s shirt over her head. “She just has to get used to this.”