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                        My wife is such a prude. She never thinks outside of the box when it comes to the bedroom. She has no imagination. I’ve mentioned it to her time and time again. I do everything that she likes, the candles, soft music, massages, why can’t she do what I like? I wish she were more adventurous. It feels like I have this conversation with myself everyday. I just need to cool down, it’s been a long day at work and I just want to get home.
 
            These were my famous last words to myself on the subject on that particular day. What occurred later silenced my complaining and pleading with her regarding the entire matter, literally. I walked in the house and the usual routine ensued. I kissed her hello and went upstairs to change clothing. I could smell the usual dinner of burnt meat and overcooked potatoes coming from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the thought of another mundane evening. I’ve always loved her I just didn’t think after our wedding last year we would turn into an old married couple so soon. We were still young with no children and good jobs. We could do anything we wanted, but she had seemed to lose the sexual spark she had when we first started dating. I conceded to the fact that this was just married life.

            I made my way to the kitchen to find it empty. I looked from room to room searching for her. I thought maybe she had stepped out to the store or to the mailbox, until her voiced yelled up to me from our basement. I made my way down the wooden stairs to find her standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a robe, my excitement stiffened me.
 
            “You want me to be more adventurous”, she said coyly. “Well Jake you’re in for an adventure you will never forget”, she whispered. I couldn’t find the words to respond I was excited and fearful at the same time. “You are not to say one word Jake, you are to do what I say without question”, she yelled. “Becky what are you….” I tried to say. “Shut up Jake, just follow my direction”, she said. “Yes Ma’am”, I said harder than ever. On the futon she had laid out my old college wrestling uniform. It was what she always told me first attracted her to me. She would say she use to like watching my body stuffed into the small tight spandex singlet. She used to make me put it on in her college dorm room and trace her hand over every snug skintight spot. It used to drive me crazy.

            I changed as instructed and waited for what was next. She walked to the tool drawer and produced a length of rope. I watched her intently. She proceeded to wrap the nylon snake around my chest and arms. My wrists were pulled together and knotted beyond escape, not that I wanted to escape.  “Becky you are so awesome”, I exclaimed. “I warned you Jake, to keep quiet, now I’ll have to shut you up myself”, she whispered in my ear. With those words she gagged me tightly with a bandanna and pushed me onto the futon. I lay there helpless and at her mercy. She stood and stared with a craving in her eye I had not seen in a long time. It felt good to be desired again. She grabbed my dirty sweaty feet and XXXX them together. My ankles were tied tight. It was painful but well worth it. Then she did it. She traced her delicate hand over every part of me she reached into my crotch and exposed my throbbing penis. I struggled with excitement. Muffled grunts and moans escaped my gagged mouth. She caressed it gently. Then with an evil grin produced more rope and began to bind my shaft uXXXXologetically. This sensation was like nothing I felt before. As she completed immobilizing my most sensitive attribute she stood and marveled at her work. I grunted and moaned ready to explode. The ropes hugged me relentlessly. My jaw ached from the cloth that silenced me. “MMhhhppphhh”, I moaned. If this were not enough she played this game to the hilt. She removed her robe to reveal herself completely naked. “Jake”, she explained. “Once you free yourself you can do whatever you want to me”, she teased.”MMMMPPPPHHHHMMMMPPPPH”, I screamed. My baby was back. She went upstairs and closed the door. I struggled relentlessly. The ropes seemed to be an opponent tougher than I ever encountered in a wrest ling partner in college.  Beads of sweat formed around my crotch and trickled down my thighs. My damp feet slid against themselves as I tried to grip them to loosen the rope on my ankle. Inaudible grunt struggled to break through the bandanna. After what seemed like an eternity the basement door swung open. Becky appeared before me still naked and with the same hunger in her eyes. “I see I did a good job tying you up baby”, she said. “Well I can’t wait any longer”, she growled. Then she was upon me. From this time forward everything changed. A couple a times a week I get home from work to find a new scenario cooked up in her deviant wonderful mind. I am the luckiest man in the world.

The End