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.

Everyone needs an escape from the "everyday" at times. It is so easy to get sucked into the rut of routine. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a "normal" sex life, but I have been aching for "more".

I was on my way to my new home with my Master. In a way it was our first home. We’d saved for years, lived in a series of small apartments where the neighbors were always thin walls away, putting money away and dreaming of what we’d have ‘one day’. And now the day was here.

Slowly, he began removing her clothing, his hand gently caressing her soft skin. She moaned lightly as his hands reached beneath her top and massaged her breasts. Her legs parted instinctively as he explored beneath her laced briefs.

Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, "Cheer up - dinner time soon." She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I replied with a tired smile, "I know - if I can survive that long!" Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.

On reflection I realize now that I neglected to recount significant details from the preceeding narative. Did I mention for example whether I am male or female? Do not assume that the organisation makes any requirements as to the sex of it's participants, they would have acted in the same manner if it was a woman seated on the bench in my place.

Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today.

There's nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood. Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town, musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop, what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun...