Chapter 1
“Come home, I have a surprise for you,” I get a text from my husband in the middle of a ride. It’s only 5:37pm, leading into the beginning of dinner Ruch for a Friday evening. I arrange my current ride as my last for the night and finish it out before heading home, ever curious as to what is going through his head.
The 25 minute drive home had me running through scenarios in my head, wondering what he could possibly have planned and my curiosity was not met with satisfaction upon walking through the front door. Romantic as ever, rose petals led me to our bedroom where a note with an outfit and heels lay displayed on the bed surrounded by more rose petals.
Put this, and only this, on and meet me downstairs.
A grin lingers on my face as I strip, taking off my comfortable scrubs from my shift that morning that I was too lazy to change out of when I switched to rideshare driving for the later part of the afternoon. The black silky material slides easily up my smooth legs, then abdomen, and come to rest just above my bare breasts while the air conditioning is cool on my exposed pussy which was waxed just yesterday. The dress loosely hugged my curves and stopped at my mid-thigh, almost exposing the bottom of my ass. I bend over to strap my heels onto my feet before grabbing a handful of petals and soaking in their sweet aroma.
I look at myself in the mirror and quickly wash and put a light moisturizer on my face before deciding to fix my hair. I braid it down one side and let it gather on the other to seem more voluptuous than it actually is; the randomly placed blonde and lighter brown streaks intermingling with the darker strands add to a more sophisticated look.
I make my way downstairs and am met by my husband wielding a dozen roses and donning black slacks, a white button-up dress shirt, and black dress shoes. His blond hair is cleanly cut and I can tell that he recently groomed his facial hair as well. He holds out his hand and helps me down the last two steps and, yet again, takes me by surprise by leading me to the back door instead of the front and toward where our vehicles are parked.
We exit the house into the back yard and I see a small table set for two with all of the embellishments: two lit candles and a vase for the roses, which I just notice were shorter than a regular bouquet so that we can see each other over them while we eat. Placed neatly on each plate is a butterflied lobster tail with garlic mashed potatoes; two chilled glasses of rose also awaited us. I looked at my husband with a smile and he leads me to my seat, the one with the light blanket as there was a chill to the air that sent goosebumps up my bare legs.
I just notice a small black box on my side of the table and my husband looks at me with a sly grin as he reaches for it. He hands it to me to open and inside I find a present: a discreet looking dildo and a small remote that seems to go with it.
So this is what he has planned…a grin reaches my face as understanding floods my thoughts and he reaches to take the new toy out of its packaging. It’s already out of its processed packaging so I’m assuming that he already took it out to charge it and get it set up for the events of this evening. I can feel myself get wet just thinking about what sort of plans he’s concocted as he takes the toy and positions it between my legs and at the entry of my exposed pussy.
He toys with the opening, coating the new silicone before sliding it easily inside of me. A moan escapes my lips as he slowly moves the new toy inside and out, testing the smooth surface and gauging my reaction while letting out a sly grin before plunging it deep inside of me. He takes a belt and straps my legs together to keep the toy in place while I react to the new sensation filling me so that I hardly even notice I’m stuck until the clasp is buckled and I can no longer separate my thighs.
He takes my hands and sets them on the table and we prepare to eat our dinner, which was absolutely delicious. With how often he cooks simple meals for our average days, it’s easy to forget his more elegant culinary side. As we finish with our meals, I can see that he has a device in his hand and is turning it over as if he is looking for a particular part of it.
It is then that I realize what it is, but not before he pushes a button that sends my filled pussy into a frenzy. The device trapped between my legs has started to vibrate inside of me and quickly brings me to the edge of an orgasm; however, just as deliberately as it was turned on, it’s switched off just before it took me over the edge. I gasp in surprise and frustration that he didn’t let me finish but before I could scowl at him, he pushed another button.
This time, the device is barely held in place as it starts thrusting deeper inside of me and then back to where it was previously; it stayed at a slow and consistent rate and gradually sped up as he gauged my reaction until I was near orgasm again very soon. He then turned the device off again just before the moment of release and this had me squirming in my seat. I know that he wants me to keep my hands on the table, where he placed them earlier, but it’s almost impossible when he starts the vibrator setting again. Once he saw my hands leave the table, he turns off the device and clicks his tongue in a disappointed way as he walks away from the table to grab who knows what.
After a few minutes, he comes back with a few more straps, some rope, and a ballgag. He unstraps my legs and helps me to stand up; he then fashions a harness of some sort from the rope that held the new toy in place surprisingly well and, if possible, deeper than before, before helping me back into my seat, weaving my legs underneath the arms of the chair on either side so that my legs were spread open. He then starts with my arms, which he ties individually to each arm of the chair so that there is no change of wiggling them free as he uses the rope to secure both my wrists and right below my elbows.
This is, of course, after he made sure that my back was flush against the back of the chair so that he could strap, first my waist, and then my upper arms into place. The only thing I could now move above my waist was my head and my fingers. It’s only after he makes sure everything is secure once more that he begins on my legs.
He uses the last bit of the rope to attach my knees to the arms of the chair where they connected to the seat. Were it not for the rope harness holding my toy in place, I fear it may have fallen out due to how open and vulnerable my exposed sex now was. The cool wind only confirmed this as it teased my clit, fueling my desires even more that I look to see if my husband is satisfied with my bondage… he does not appear so. He takes the last bit of rope and ties it to my ankles and right beneath my knees to the chair legs for good measure and my immobility and the thought of being completely his sent a warm feeling through my abdomen and up my chest.
He finishes everything off by gently inserting the ballgag into my mouth. “Wouldn’t want any noise complaints, now would we?” He secures the latch with a small common lock and steps back to admire his handiwork. He walks toward the table to grab the remote and with a push of a button the toy springs to life. I’m withing and wiggling in my chair as the vibrations take over and then cease entirely once I near the edge; it seems as if satisfaction will remain out of my grasp and a moan escapes my gagged mouth so that it’s barely audible. He hears it though and chuckles as he pushes another button and the thrusting ensues deeper inside of me than before. Soon after he started the sensation, he stopped it, again with an orgasm frustratingly just within reach.
He does this for a few more rounds…
Vibrations… edge… stop
Thrusting… edge… stop
Never allowed to cum like I’ve wanted to this whole time and with breaks in between each sensation becoming shorter and shorter, I feel as if I may lose my mind.
He starts the vibrations after a minimal break from the thrusting of the previous round and I’m pulling on all of the rope and straps keeping me in place and trying to plead with him through the gag still situated snuggly in my mouth. It doesn’t take long before he switches the toy off, continuing my denial, except this time he puts the remote down and I take the opportunity to catch my breath.
He leans down to unlock the lock holding the ballgag in place and gently takes it out from between my teeth before offering me some much needed water from the table. After I am properly hydrated, he starts to untie my ankles and knees and I automatically perk up, thinking we’re going to the bedroom to finish off this amazing night and finally get some satisfaction. He then helps me to stand up in order to free my legs from the seat before pulling them together and, starting with the knees and then moving down to the ankles, re-uses the rope to tie them together… this isn’t what I thought was going to happen… I am again sat down on the chair.
