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Amy sat back in her plush chair and thought a bit. Tonight, as with most Friday nights, was Tom’s play night. Tom had already called her from work saying that he was in the mood for some entertainment, which was his terminology for a bondage filled night. Amy wasn’t against this practice, because Tom was good at his game and she normally was rocked with several orgasms before the session usually ended. But tonight turned out to be a conflict of interests. Amy’s friends scored a handful of second row, center stage tickets to a concert the Amy has been dying to see. Tom, though into a lot of things that Amy liked, was not into girl self-empowerment music or music groups. He called them all lesbians and put them down, but Amy truly liked the music and desperately wanted to see the show.

"You really think so?" she whispered close into my ear. Her hand stroked my thigh, moving very close to my growing erection. "I've tried bondage before, and liked it, but I've never really been tickled, you know?" the sexy brunette said, sipping her drink. Then she leaned over and kissed my neck, placing her hand squarely on my cock

I've realized my husband, Dave, is turned on by some bondage-type situations, but I've always shied away from the idea. However, when Dave's last birthday came around I thought again about the possibility of giving him a real dream-come-true night. I thought about the things he might ask me to do, and considered whether I could manage to stand it for one night. Finally I convinced myself that since he really loved me he would never injure me or put me in danger, and I could brace myself for just about anything he would do if it was just one night.

My husband called me from work and told me that tonight he expected to find me blindfolded and tied to the bed waiting for him when he got home and that I wasn't to say anything unless I was asked a question. We have been experimenting with bondage and had each tied the other up several times over the last few months. This was new and different so about 3 o'clock, I went upstairs and got undressed and proceeded to tie myself down. I used some padded cuffs on my ankles and tied each one to a bottom corner of the bed. I put on a partial black hood that we had used before that covered my eyes and head all the way to the bottom of my nose but left my nose and mouth uncovered. I then laid back and handcuffed my wrists to the headboard and started waiting.

Moon. Wind. Wild rainy night. A figure, out in a storm. She is soaked, shivering despite her heavy hooded cloak. A pale hand reaches to the large oak door and knocks. The door opens but we see no one. She walks into a cavernous hall, dimly lit with naked flames. Her eyes are taken upstairs by a series of torches hanging on cold stone walls. Slowly, she lets her soaking hood drop. It drapes heavily on her shoulders. Hair clings round her moon-shaped features like tendrils grasping at her smooth cheeks. Most of it is back, behind her head. Tied and out of the way. As she tentatively starts her ascent, we see a shadow at the top of the stairs. Watching. Waiting.

Cassie was dreaming. Kevin was behind her, and he had a hand on her hips. His own hips ground against her bottom, fucking her, yet she couldn't feel his cock. His mouth was inches from her ear, telling her how she was the best submissive of them all and how he wanted to take her back home with him. Cassie wanted to respond, but somehow she wasn't able to say anything.

My morning started out as usual, I made my husband and son breakfast and got them off to work and school respectively; then I made decision that would come to change my life. My son is eight; I have been married nine years, am thirty years old, stand five foot seven inches tall, brunette with a thirty-four C cup, twenty three inch waist and weigh in around one thirty four pounds.