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Suddenly, she felt sure of her husband. She knew his dark face and the extent of its passion. He had been asking her to trust him for how long? And yet she had always hesitated. Made excuses. Reasons why she was afraid or intimidated by his requests.
For some reason, it was different now. Maybe it was the talk they’d had last night. Perhaps it was the fact that for the first time in their marriage, he’d finally truly delved into the reality of his desires, brought it to her in a more real way.
She wasn’t sure, but the talk last night has created a longing in her. Her wants had shifted in a way that seemed subtle at first, but had blossomed into a fire of heat and longing. She wanted this. She wanted to let him take control, to fulfill his fantasies. For that matter, she’d almost started to have her OWN fantasies about their planned weekend of fantasy life. He wanted to dominate her. She was ready to submit. Just thinking of the things he’d described to her last night had her wet with longing. She felt a throbbing deep down that hadn’t gone away since he’d described how he would tie her up, how he would use the tools at his disposal.
Why had he waited so long to let her know what he meant by “BDSM” and his sexual fantasies? She wasn’t sure why she had always said ‘no’ to him, other than the fact that her mind had always conjured up the idea of a weak woman, of an abusive asshole man. Yet what he had told her, what he wanted was far from that. If nothing else, it actually left her feeling more powerful, just thinking about it.
Let your house do the dirty work. Those were the words on the sign at the bottom of the stairs. She looked back at her husband, suddenly feeling shy and nervous. He nudged her gently and the woman in front of them turned, “So, are you guys sure about this?” The woman looked at both of them, but focused her attention on Michelle, especially, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”
Michelle nodded, swallowing hard, “Yes.” She paused, feeling a bit frantic and out of place, “I mean, yes ma’am?” She looked at the tall woman in front of her. Was she supposed to call her something specific?
The woman smiled, “Ma’am is fine. Thank you.” She turned the knob and as she opened the door, added, “Remember, whatever happens in the house stays with us. You are not to discuss any of this with anyone outside of our community.
Understood?” They both nodded.
Michelle felt her husband hand on her back, the weight and slight pressure of it somehow reassuring her. She was okay. Nervous, but so damn turned on, she couldn’t even believe it. How had she waited so long? Hell, what had kept her from looking into this kinky stuff herself? She would probably be kicking herself for waiting so long to give it a try.
The door opened into a large basement that was obviously “The House” she’d been told about. There were several open ‘rooms’ that were just partially blocked off by walls that were only about 3-4 feet high. In each ‘room’ was some sort of device, table, variety of hanging straps. Things that Michelle really didn’t quite recognize, but she understood the point.
She felt heat flood through her body as her husband pulled her close and squeezed her around the waist. She felt his erection pressing against her hip and knew he was feeling at least as turned on as she was.
This wasn’t the first house party she’d ever been to in her life, but this was certainly the most unusual one! Her husband led her to a couch set in the middle of the room. Their hostess, the tall woman dressed to the nines in a black leather outfit and thigh high boots wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met, much less anyone she’d attended a party with. It was almost like a normal event, if you counted public sex, bondage and spanking to the menu. Michelle barely contained her giggle at the thought of this being ‘normal’
Yep, there was the Dominatrix, helping Charlene to prepare some of the “meal” for the evening. Michelle was shaking with the ridiculousness of her thoughts, The ‘meal’ being prepared, of course, was a lovely woman, completely nude, being tied down to a table that was almost waist high to the other woman at the head of the table. The rope patterns they were using were almost mesmerizing. The intricate knots over the soft flesh, digging into her skin as her breasts turned a nice shade of pink.
Michelle shifted in her seat, the throbbing, pulsing feeling between her legs becoming uncomfortable. She was almost glad that her husband had been coming here for the last month to learn the ‘ropes’ so to speak. She flushed as she realized that she would be getting restrained in some way and she shifted her body closer to her husband again.
He took that as a good sign and stood up, “Are you ready, Love?” He held out his hand and she took it. Her legs were shaky as a newborn foal as she stood up, trying to find her balance on her heels. It was time to explore. It was time to fulfill the fantasies he had conjured up in her last night. She was more than ready.
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You can read PART TWO: "Restrained"
This is part of the Weekend Freewrite Challenge By @mariannewest