First tale: My spouse and the seat

“M/f; bond; cuffs; gag; cons/reluc; (Note: I’m not the greatest writer ever, but i wanted to publish this. Also, we’re not into the whole Master/slave thing so she doesn’t call me Master, i don’t usually call her humiliating things, etc) My wife is great. 22 years old (1 year younger than me), good looking, 5’8”, 120lbs, decent tits…not huge, but not tiny. We’re both into bondage, and we have a semi-open relationship. She doesn’t get upset at me looking at porn as long as “i don’t do the really freaky shit to her”. We both came across a scene on one of our favourite sites and i came up with the brilliant idea to reproduce it with the wife and add a bit of our fun to it. So we wound up ordering all the gear we didn’t already have and we decided to do the scene. She started out getting dressed (or should i say undressed) in the main bedroom. She then came into the spare bedroom where i was waiting with the toys wearing nothing but a black latex miniskirt. As soon as she walked in and i took a good look at her, i told her to kneel in front of me and i strapped a pink leather collar with a single D-ring around her neck. I then told her to sit down on the chair in the middle of the room. I grabbed a 4’ spreader bar, a few padlocks and 2 pieces of 2’ chain from the other side of the room where i was holding all the gear. I slipped the spreader bar behind the front legs of the chair, above the extra wood that keeps it stable. I then asked her to give me her right ankle, i wrapped a bit of chain around it and padlocked it to the bar, i then followed suit with her left ankle. I then grabbed a pair of hinged handcuff, told her to put her hands behind the chair and cuffed her wrists together. I also grabbed a pair of thumbcuffs and put them on her thumbs. I took a step back to admire my handiwork, there was my beautiful wife, restrained to a chair looking amazing, I had to finish it off.;) I grabbed 2 more padlocks and a 5’ chain, padlocked one end to the center ring on the spreader bar, threaded it through the “stability wood” and wrapped it around the handcuff and padlocked it there. The final thing i did was grab possibly my favourite toy we own. A locking harness ballgag. As soon as i pulled it out, the wife was whining that she didn’t want to be gagged and all this and refused to open her mouth. I quickly pinched her nose and within a few seconds she opened her mouth and i slipped the ball in and quickly strapped it up and padlocked it. As soon as i stepped back a bit, she started wiggling in her bonds quite a bit. Partly to test her bonds to see if escape is even remotely possible, partly to give me a good show, partly grinding the chair a bit to maybe get off. As a small sidenote, the keys to all the locks are in another room of the house (though still upstairs), about 5 feet up on top of a file cabinet so even if she did manage to find them, she couldn’t get them down and she probably couldn’t use them anyway. To be a real ass to her i told her i was heading out for a few to go to the supermarket to pick up some stuff for dinner for the next day and that i’d be back in 20-30mins. I even went downstairs and opened and shut the front door to really make it look like i was leaving, though i stayed on the couch in the living room. After about 20 minutes, i went back upstairs, grabbed a chair and sat watching her move a bit and moan through the gag occasionally for a few minutes and then i asked her: “Do you want me to let you out?” and she nodded yes. My plan wasn’t to do anything sexual to her in this position, just to watch and see my wife in such a sexy position. I went to “the office” to get the keys and removed the 3 locks for her gag, before i undid the straps and took it out, i told her: “If you start cursing at me and acting like a bitch, i’ll put this ballgag back in and leave you here for another hour or 2, we’ll discuss what happened after you get dressed.” I then un-strapped the gag and removed it with surprisingly little drama. I finished removing the rest of her restraints and told her to clean herself up, get dressed in normal clothes and meet me downstairs for dinner. Over dinner we chatted about what just happened, that i faked going to the store and everything else. That was one of my favourite afternoons ever. What do you guys think? Should i write up more bondage adventures i’ve had with the wife or should i not quit my day job?”