I wrote this story based on an evening my husband and I had several weeks ago. The names are changed and a few details... to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy. Just after 6:00pm on Friday evening, Roger arrived home from work. Upon entering his home, he hurried to the half-bath to relieve himself, washed his hands and freshened his face with cold water; all badly needed after his long drive home. Feeling somewhat refreshed he went to the kitchen, sat down on an armless bench and untied his laces and removed his shoes and socks; each foot now relieved to be free of its confinement. The cool stone floor felt therapeutic on his feet; feeling as if it were absorbing the stress and fatigue of the week. Taking a deep relaxing breath, Roger surveyed the kitchen and surrounding area. He noticed the home had been thoroughly cleaned; lights dimmed and on the kitchen counter sat a glass of red wine. Also on the counter was a note written in red ink that said: “If you’re ready for a sensational evening, Please drink this glass of wine and then come to the bedroom!” Smiling at the cheeky tone of the note, Roger readily enjoyed the glass of wine and felt the mental fatigue of the day melt away. Leaving the empty wine glass on the counter he walked down the passageway that led to the master suite. Another note was attached to the bedroom door. “Do not open the door! Remove all clothing items except your underwear, pants and shirt. Remove everything from your pockets and remove your wristwatch. Now, if you’re ready to have your mind blown, Knock on the door and wait here!” Roger thought, "why not just get naked?" but he followed the instructions and removed a dark sport jacket and placed it on the floor. On top of it he placed his belt, wristwatch, car keys, wallet, a billfold and some loose change from his pocket. Now undressed to just his designer jeans and a subtle patterned white dress shirt, he pondered the reasoning of her instructions. His shirt, no longer tucked in; the cuffs rolled up one fold revealed deep blue and purple colored accents on the inside. Extending from the sleeves, his large hands and strong wrists, one reaching for the door and giving it a soft knock. Standing directly in front of the door, he lowered his head and clasped his hands behind his back. Calmly standing there, he listened for any indication of what to expect on the other side. After a moment, Janie slowly opened the door just enough to present her face. Her soft skin tones were heavily contrasted by dark eye shadow, heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Long false eyelashes accentuated her blue eyes. Her hair was curled, but all pulled up high behind her head. “May I help you?” she asked in a sultry tone. Quickly enamored by her stunning looks but without hesitation, Roger replied cheekily, “I’m here to have my mind blown”. Janie responded sternly, “Great! Follow my instructions precisely.” Then taking his hand she escorted him into the candlelit bedroom. “Sit in that chair and don’t speak unless you’re told to!” she said, firmly. In a sarcastic tone, he said, “YES, Ma’am” as he moved towards the chair. Unsuspectingly, she slapped his ass forcefully and then firmly grabbed it while again repeating the words much more sternly this time, “SIT IN THAT CHAIR AND DON’T SPEAK!” Quietly he sat down, grinning, but this time speechless. His eyes raced around the room for any clues to help reveal what his wife had planned for the evening. While making himself comfortable in the chair, he studied the room; all the lights dimmed, an empty glass of wine and nearly empty bottle on the night stand, soft background music, a candle and the most telling clue of all—Her! Knowing his weakness for sexy lingerie, Janie purposely dressed seductively in black. She wore a satin corset and lace thong; matching black garter with sheer back seamed stockings. Her shapely torso was covered in a short black silk robe that hung off one shoulder and was tied loosely in the front. Now seated in the chair, Roger began to feel the magnitude of the moment. Her tall black stilettos and long legs elevated Janie to an empowering and domineering position above her subject. The chair was closely positioned at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. Intrigued yet apprehensive by her objectives, Roger sat patiently as she began restraining him; wrists first, firmly secured and fastened separately behind the chair. She bound his ankles then legs, just above the knees, pulling them wide apart. He watched intently as he was restrained, submitting to Janie’s will; barely resisting his urge to touch, hold or even sexually subdue her. Anxiety grew as he witnessed Janie so methodically fastening each point; checking and rechecking her work. Now completely bound and helpless, Roger knew he was past the point of no return. Nothing he could do or say would change the evening’s course of action Janie had so cunningly planned. “What pleasure, or pain, does she plan to inflict upon my body that she needs me so securely bound”, he pondered silently. She stood again, stepped back and beamed as she admired her work like a piece of art. Posing momentarily before Roger, she modeled her attire seductively; flaunting her assets just out of his reach. Her robe’s sash now fell open to reveal a little more of her stunningly dressed body and beautiful curves. She pulled her hands slowly over her breasts towards her waist; easing her hands inside her robe and then resting them on her hips. Now moving in slow motion, she slid both hands behind her while arching back, her shoulders and breasts now forced upward and out; posing like a runway model. Her robe now slid completely off her shoulders and rested only on her forearms behind her. In a frenzied rush, somehow knowing the display wouldn’t last long, he soaked in the radiance of her glistening skin, her heaving breasts, and then the union of her long, long legs. Her mound was moist and barely covered in black silk. Just inches before him stood his lovely wife, the most beautiful erotic goddess in the world; but he could do nothing to touch her, nothing to hold her, and nothing to retake control of the impending events. He deeply inhaled as if preparing to descend a deep water, Roger then exhaled a low, anguished moan of desire; his body beginning to strain against his bonds. Janie grinned and slowly moved out of his site and behind him. He turned, stretching to keep her in his sight, but she grabbed a fist of his hair and realigned his head, forcing him to look away from her. She carefully began covering his eyes with a long silk scarf; each wrap dimming his vision more and more; finally allowing only faint shadows to permeate its multiple layers. With Roger now successfully bound to the chair and his vision effectively veiled, Janie slowly and quietly circled about; allowing him time to tune his remaining senses into her movements. Then, Janie slowly unbuttoned his shirt leaving his chest exposed to her long fingernails. She lightly scratched his chest and momentarily caressed his nipples only to leave him desiring more. Brushing against his body with her breasts and slowly moving down his front, Janie’s hands and face were now positioned at Roger’s midsection. With her long fingers, she slowly unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. Her head was so close he could feel her breath on his exposed skin. Imagining what pleasure she could provide him, Roger strained to arch his pelvis forward hoping to give her better access to his now engorging bulge. She eased his pants down a few inches and widened the opening to fully expose his black spandex boxer briefs underneath. He opened his mouth and licked his lips as he anxiously prepared for the pleasure he imagined to follow. He smiled and exhaled a breath of relief as she eased her fingers down his underwear and briefly massaged his balls and shaft. She then cleverly pulled it all forward and upward, positioning it so that the head sat just under the waistband; barely out but not allowed to escape its stretchy fabric. Quickly removing her hand the band snapped against his skin. He squirmed and again thrust his hips forward. The stretchy waistband, like the bonds that held his limbs, was equally effective in restraining his now throbbing cock. Frustratingly, Roger realized he could do nothing of his own to satisfy his now thoroughly intensified sexual craving for Janie. Observing Roger’s frustration, Janie slowly slides herself up his body while breathing heavily on his skin. He briefly feels her soft breasts glide over his abs and chest. As she approaches his ear, she gives it a quick nibble igniting his senses like a bolt of electricity running throughout his fully bound body. She then whispers in her most breathy and sensual voice, “You’re mine. I control you and I own you completely. You are not allowed to speak until I say you can! Do you understand?” Janie runs her fingernail up his thigh towards his crotch but not quite touching his now throbbing bulge. Holding back the urge to speak or even moan, Roger nods yes to Janie. Smiling at his submission to her, she continues running the same finger up his body, over his chest and neck, around his face, then slowly across his lips. As Roger whimpers with intense desire, she firmly places her finger over his lips while whispering a long “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Janie steps back and smiles as she watches Roger helplessly strain against his bonds; she hovers barely over him as he uncontrollably tries to touch her body with his to obtain some kind of sensual satisfaction. He’s unsuccessful. Tormenting Roger’s senses, Janie moves quietly around him, never touching him, only breathing heavily and caressing her own body. The faint sounds of her hands running over her silky lingerie echoes loudly in Roger’s head. The room is now silent other than a soft rustling sound from high heels walking on carpet. Roger turns his head back and forth to better sense her movement, even hoping to catch a glimpse of her silhouette through the blinding scarf over his eyes. Standing directly behind him, Janie takes her silky robe and pulls it over Roger’s head before letting it slide over his body and drop to the floor. Roger’s mind recalls the last images of his goddess standing there in front of him, but it’s not the same, he wants to witness it live. Her dark silhouette seen through his blindfold only hints at what he can’t see; only his imagination can provide any detail at this point. Janie moves slowly in front of her helpless, fully bound subject. Sensing her power over him heightens her own sensual feelings. The faucet controlling her natural lubrication begins to open. She knows she must now focus her attention on her own needs. He hears her hands caressing her body as she grasps her silky smooth breasts with one hand, the other hand exploring the various textures of her lingerie. The sensation sends a jolt through her body that she is now obligated to gratify. Like her fully bound victim, she is equally bound; helpless to the desire to be sexually satisfied. Roger senses Janie’s intense arousal as he hears her accelerated heartbeat. He sees the urgency in her shadowed movements. She slides on the bed and quickly positions the pillows to support herself directly in front of her bound, sexually tormented prisoner. Roger’s desire to be touched, to be held and to be satisfied by his own Aphrodite is now completely exacerbated by the flurry of sexual activity directly in front of him but completely out of touch, completely out of his control. Roger could barely make out her figure but perceives she was on the bed near the edge directly in front of him, head and back propped up on pillows and legs spread wide. He can hear her heels clank as she extends her long legs to rest on the arms of his wooded chair. Now every movement she makes vibrates though the chair; filling in more and more detail of her erotic sex show visible only in his imagination. His pulse now loudly audible in his ears as his body begins to rebel against his bonds. Every inch of his body, heart and sole wanted her, and she knew it. Seeing his sexual frustration was her drug; and now she was addicted. The faint sound of silky fabric sliding over smooth skin leads him to imagine she is removing her panties and his thoughts are confirmed when she tosses them at his unsuspecting face. He quickly recognizes her sweet scent he knows so well; but the scent lingers only momentarily as the black thong slides down his naked chest and comes to rest on the tip of his protruding cock. Feeling damp warmth from her, he begins thrusting back and forth as if somehow her lacy thong will bring him the satisfaction he desires; but it only adds to the torment. Again she opens her legs wide, resting each foot on his chair; his prison of sexual frustration. Nevertheless, he feels her movements through the chair as if they were direct signals to his brain communicating her erotic activities. He hears the unmistakable sound of skin moving over skin and his breath deepens as she begins to explore her body in front of him. His body stiffened in response, his arousal obvious through the pulsating bulge in his stretchy briefs. Had Roger been able to see Janie’s sexual fervor at this moment, his adrenalin might have allowed him to burst his bonds. Pushing down her corset to fully expose her breasts, Janie moaned as she used her arm and hand to pull her breasts nearer to her mouth. Squeezing one breast with her hand; she ran her fingertip over and around her nipple, then moved her finger to her mouth and sucked it noisily before moving it back to her nipple, her other hand now slithering further and further down her body slowly caressing her skin. Her moans grew louder, and his desperation grew with them; and all the time she watched him. Her left hand pinched and massaged her breasts as she finally allowed her right hand to completely slip down between her legs and seek out her wetness. “Oh fuck me, FUCK ME NOW!” she groaned, grinning at the effect she was having on him. She lifted her hips and pushed a finger inside, bringing her other hand down to pleasure herself further. He violently bucked against his restraints as he heard the intensity of her play increasing and she watched him, smiling. She pleasured herself long and slowly, speeding up and stopping, writhing, moaning noisily, taunting him, sustained by his frantic sexual anguish. His panting was now in perfect sync with hers. His heart thumped in his chest as he heard her inhale, the first convulsion of orgasm seizing her body. Feeling all her movements through the vibrations of his chair, he knew she was going to come. He wanted to be a part of it, he wanted to control it and he wanted his own uncontainable orgasm as well. He arched every muscle in his body forward as if to reach her. The action nudged his blindfold slightly, revealing a sliver of light; a glimpse of his Goddess. He squinted to see as she threw her head back He knew she was about to come. He could no longer hold back his silence, as he begged “No, NO, NOOO!” His cries were useless. Not only because she knew he was in no position to control her, but like him, she was no longer in control of her situation as well. Her other senses now overloaded, were deafening any ability to hear his pleas. The momentum of her sexual arousal, like a runaway freight train, was unstoppable. She was going to come to spite him, and she was going to come because it was beyond her control. Using both hands now, one massaging while the other moved in and out firmly and rhythmically, the overwhelming sensations took her. Like his, her body was now straining and taut. Her groans became louder; her movements now uncontrollable and accelerated; transmitted like earthquake tremors through her long legs to Roger’s chair. He sensed every twitch, every pulse and every convulsion in perfect clarity. His pleas sounded like a distant cry to her as she neared the summit of her erotic voyage. All sensory function became focused on her pending orgasmic explosion. She paused, anxiously anticipating and waiting. Quizzically wondering what would carry her over the top? Janie opened her eyes ever so slightly, getting a mere glimpse of Roger still straining, body convulsing uncontrollably; She knew he lusted, thirsted and even hungered for just a morsel of what only she could offer him! It was this image she needed to skyrocket her momentum over the summit. A brief silence preceded her explosion of pleasure. Janie completely closed her eyes and then her climax resulted in a series of earthshattering impacts that seemed to shake the entire room. As her orgasm shook her, it also rocked his chair nearly knocking it over. As it steadied, he felt the twitches of her calming body like small aftershocks of on earthquake. He felt his own body continue to writhe in its bonds still uncontrollable, unable to quench the desire for his erotic Goddess, who was now spent. Leaning back, energy drained and completely satisfied; she opened her eyes and looked at him. He leaned forward, again straining against his restraints as far as they would allow. His mouth open with a complex look of anger and lust on his face. Again, against her instructions, he began pleading; “please release me from this chair! Please let me come! I can’t take any more!!!” Lying on the bed as she caught her breath, she purposely ignored Roger’s cries for release. Slowly she moved over and lifted herself from the bed. With her legs weary and shaky, she meandered slowly to her captive husband. Leaning over in front of him she slowly lifted the scarf that covered his eyes and let it rest on his forehead. His facial expression transformed to excitement as he anticipated his pending physical and sexual release. She looked at him nearly expressionless and moved to stand behind him, the distinct scent of her sex filled his senses again causing his heart to race. Her close proximity brought renewed throbbing to his shaft. His need to hold his Goddess was undeniable; the fire inside him was inextinguishable. as she bent over and picked up a slinky black dress from the floor Now standing directly behind him, Janie bent over and picked up her moist thong from Roger’s lap and reached for a ball gag from the nearby dresser. Reaching from behind, she pinched his left nipple. As he gasped she stuffed the thong in his mouth. As he tried to expel it with his tongue she forced the ball gag in his mouth and securely fastened it behind his head. Roger, now squirming restlessly, is momentarily calmed as Janie once again nibbles on his earlobe. Breathing warm air on his neck, Janie whispered in his ear, “Maybe the next time I tell you not to speak you’ll remember”. Janie steps back again and admires her work momentarily before picking up a slinky black dress from the floor. She stands to the side and puts on her little silk dress and adjusts it. Looking around the room again for clues, Roger turns his head just in time to watch Janie promenade out of the room. Passing the flickering candle she pauses, looks back at Roger and blows it out seductively. As she closes the door, and walks out of the completely darkened room, she laughingly says, “Don't worry babe, I should be home by morning... Sweet dreams!”.