My Spouse Found Out About My Secret Life

Before marriage, my wife and I were already involved in bondage. Because she disliked being tied up herself, she took on the role of my lovely Dom. At that time, she didn’t know I was a crossdresser/dresser (C/D). One weekend, she went on a bus trip planned to return her late Sunday night. I seized the opportunity and dressed entirely in feminine attire: corselette, nylons, black nylon panties, a satin blouse, a tight skirt, and 5-inch pumps.

I laid out our leather lockable wrist and ankle cuffs, ball gag, and leather straps with keys nearby in our den to start. First, I locked my ankles together using the cuffs and added a three-foot length of chain. Then, I buckled the ball gag tightly into its last notch and strapped my knees securely together while kneeling on the floor. Next, I used a short (three-link) chain to lock my wrists behind me, connecting it to the middle section of that 3’ ankle chain with another click. That loud sound sent shivers down my spine as I settled into self-bondage.

Early Sunday morning, I woke up and realized I had fallen asleep still cuffed. Feeling around, I couldn’t locate them easily and understood I was helpless while my Lady returned home late that night.

It was 10 am, and I remained stuck without freeing myself before falling back to sleep. At 3 pm, the sound of a car door slamming woke me again; panic set in as she had come home early. She walked in calling “hello,” her heels approaching until she stood in the doorway staring at me. I wanted to sink into the floor as she stood over me with hands on hips and asked what was going on. Naturally, ball-gagged, I couldn’t answer but just lay there wishing for invisibility.

She knelt down, leaned closer, kissed me, and asked if this is what I did when she wasn’t around. I tried to beg her to unlock me, but instead of doing so immediately, she kissed me again, whispering not to go away silly; she needed a shower and drink first before dealing with me. About an hour and a half later, she returned, looked for the keys (which had fallen under the couch), found them, and held them up.

She finally unlocked my hogtie but kept my wrists bound behind her back. She made me confess to crossdressing without her consent, which led to over ten years of serving as her Bondage Sissy Maid Roberta.