1. BARBARA
Barbara would have smiled if the gag had allowed it.
But it didn't. The hard, round ball of red plastic forced her mouth open, without compromise, and the dark black leather, buckled behind her neck, held it firmly in place. There was no lock on the gag and the blonde woman could have easily unfastened it, if her hands had been free.
But they weren't. They were fastened behind her back by a pair of bright, metal handcuffs. The cool metal clinked softly in the bedroom as she shifted her arms, trying, without much success, to find a comfortable position. The keys to the handcuffs sat beside her on the night table. They were in easy reach, but she had promised herself she wouldn't use them. At least, not unless she had to.
This was for Richard... and for her marriage That was why she was kneeling in the bedroom of their home, wearing nothing but lingerie and heels, her blonde hair done back in a tight ponytail. That was why her hands were cuffed behind her back, her mouth spread wide around the hard, red drool-soaked ball gag. That was why her world was black, her eyes covered in a padded, leather blindfold.
It was all for Richard, to save her marriage. The whole bondage thing... that was something Richard wanted... what he enjoyed... she'd seen the images on his computer and he'd told her about his fantasies. She had been horrified, of course. Tying up women... doing things to him... it was all so... well, so perverted. Even with a safe word, something Richard had gone to great lengths to explain to her, it was definitely not something she had been interested in trying. Richard had nodded and said that he understood.
And things had been fine. For a while.
But as time passed, she could sense him drifting away. He started spending more time in the office, or so he claimed. He started receiving texts at odd times; work, he said. But she saw the way he smiled and the way his breathe quickened when he read them. And their love life had become...well, remote. Stale. Occasional, at best.
And so, Barbara had prepared this surprise, trying to spark their marriage back to life. She had researched the whole "bondage" thing... ordered a few toys online. She had told him that she was going to be out of town for a long weekend, to visit her family.
And then, after he was at work, she had gotten dressed in lingerie, buckled on her highest heels and prepared herself in the bedroom. The gag... the blindfold... the cuffs... and the keys sitting on the nightstand, under a piece of paper that read "I love you" and her new safe word: "phoenix". All for the surprise that would bring their marriage back to life.
She would have smiled if the gag had allowed it... thinking of his reaction when he got home after work... what he would say.... what he would do...
She heard the front door unlock and click open.
Richard was home!
She quickly rubbed her chin on her shoulder, hoping to wipe away some of the drool that was dripping off her chin, and straightened her body.
He was home!
She listened intently as the door was locked and the slow, click of heels moved across the living room towards the bedroom.
The felt a surge of panic. Heels!
"Ughhhh..." She moaned into the gag as she twisted her body and reached for the keys on the night table. Who the fuck was out there? Where was Richard? Her finger fumbled blindly towards the handcuff keys and knocked them, skittering off the table and onto the floor.
Shit.
Shit!
The bedroom door opened...
2. ASHLEY
Ashley sighed as she turned off the ignition and got out of the car.
This totally wasn't how she had pictured her weekend going. When Richard, her boss and her lover -- her lover... she couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle at the thought of it -- had told her that his boring wife was out of town for the long weekend, she had expected to have him all to herself.
All to herself....
Mmmm... the things she would do to him.
But then that big last minute sales meeting was scheduled out of town and Richard had to be away for a few days, basically the entire long weekend. It wasn't fair! You'd think being married to the boss's daughter would give you enough clout to avoid last minute business trips, but, apparently, the meeting was a real "opportunity".
The petite redhead rolled her eyes.
Like... whatever.
And to make matters worse, the trip was such short notice that... and so "important"... he had been unable to make arrangements for Ashley to travel with him, as he had in the past. Totally unfair.
And to make matters even worser -- Ashley wasn't sure that was a word, but whatever -- Richard had asked her to stop by and feed his cat. His cat! She was his mistress, for fuck's sake, not his house sitter. She was supposed to be sharing secret smiles with him in the office... risking passionate kisses behind closed doors... slipping away to that cheap, anonymous hotel a couple of blocks away from the office for a lunchtime quickie... not stopping by his house to feed his pet before heading home to fall asleep in front of the TV with a glass of wine. A big glass of wine.
It totally sucked.
Her friend Kara had warned her about sleeping with a married man. But then, Kara was against sleeping with any men. So.
Ashley pulled her boss's house key from her purse and opened the front door of the house. She'd been there before... more than once, while Richard's wife had been away... but the place still seemed foreign and unwelcoming as she walked in.
It was her house. The wife.
"Fuck this bullshit," she muttered, walking across the living room towards the bedroom. Richard had refused to fuck here there the two times she had been over, and she wanted to see it. She'd just a quick look around, then dump some food in the cat dish and get the fuck out of here.
Ashley paused for a moment. It sounded like... someone was what... grunting? A quiet thump behind the closed bedroom door. Must be the cat.
"Fuck." The redhead turned the handle and pushed the door open. Where was that...
"Oh my god... oh my god... "
A blonde woman half crouched on the floor in front of her, leaning up against the wall beside the night table. Her eyes were covered by a thick, leather blindfold and her mouth gaped wide around a red ball gag. A thick line of drool hung down from her chin onto the floor as she twisted her body, trying to use her hands.... which were fastened... handcuffed... behind her back. The blonde woman was trying to grab something... keys... a small set of keys on the floor. Without thinking, Ashley reached down and grabbed the keys - the keys to the handcuffs, she guessed - and slipped them into her pocket.
"Oh my god..."
"Uhhhh...." The blonde woman's fingers began clutching at Ashley's sleeve. "Ughhh..." Heart pounding, Ashley pushed her away. Unbalanced, the tied woman fell back against the wall, moaning and gurgling wetly into the ball gag. "Uhhhh..."
The small redhead took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She looked down at the blonde woman, panting and moaning against the wall. It had to be... it was... Richard's wife. Shit! The bitch was supposed to be out of town. What the fuck was she doing here? And all tied up? What the hell...
Ashley knew that Richard was into bondage and, well, she totally didn't mind being tied up if the right guy was doing the tying but... had Richard left his wife tied up like this?
No... that made no sense. None of it made any sense.
