Doing It My Way While Bound

I’ve been pondering for a while how much I need to be bound up and enjoy some special intimacy. This morning, I left my husband at home wearing women’s underwear with his hands cuffed so he could clean the house. I threatened to take him out tonight in a dress if he didn’t do a thorough job to my satisfaction, but I plan to make sure I get what I want.

I got off work at 9:30 am instead of 5 pm and headed to a new boutique for something that would impress him. After spending quite a bit, I bought a red, white, and blue color-block scoop neck dress along with a pair of four-inch blue pumps. Then I stopped by Fredericks and picked up a white wench corset with matching stockings. Carrying my new outfit, I got home around noon, well before the time he expected me. I checked the house and found it wanting, but told Tom to go do the weekly grocery shopping. I unlocked him from his cuffs and leg irons, unplugged him, and let him change back into regular clothes before sending him out.

With about an hour left before he got home, I wrote a note for Tom, telling him to take charge and make all decisions until Sunday night. I placed it on the kitchen table before showering and putting on my new attire—minus panties. I went into the den and buckled on a ball gag trainer. Then came the posture collar and locking leather leg cuffs with straps above and below my knees. I tied a rope from the ring on my collar down to the knee straps, taking out the slack so it pulled my head downward. I donned a white satin blindfold and waited for my husband’s car.

When he arrived, Tom unlocked the door and went to the kitchen. He came into the den calling my name. I replied with a muffled noise, prompting him to ask what had happened to me. He briefly examined my hands before saying he’d be right back. I heard him putting away groceries at lightning speed.

After taking advantage of his helpless wife, Tom semi-released me and stripped me down to just the corset, then handcuffed me to the office chair so I could type this little essay. He says once I’m done, we’re going for a walk. He has laid out everything for our outing: black knee boots, leather jacket, white shorts, leg irons, handcuffs, collar and leash, plus a ball gag. I hope he waits until it’s dark. I know he’s enjoying the role reversal as much as I am.