Miles walked through the door calmly, quietly... almost as if he were sneaking.  He had hoped his wife would still be awake, but she was fast asleep on the couch, covered by a simple afghan.  He figured she might be cold.  He'd warm her up soon enough.

He deposited his bags in their bedroom, save one.  It was a small green bag, made of a heavy canvas.  He had used it as a tool box once and it was returned to it's original purpose thanks to a shop he discovered on his business trip.

He kneeled next the sofa, leaning in close to his wife.  With a kiss on her forehead, he woke her.  "Hey," he said with a soft smile.  "Sarah, I've got a surprise for you.  I've got the last few things I needed to finish my project up in the attic."  He helped her to her feet.

Sarah folded her arms across her T-shirt-clad chest.  "You're finally ready to share your big secret?"

"It's all been for you, though, sweetie.  I know those stories you write, about your fantasies...  I share them and we can make them a reality."  

He stood, looming over her while soft glow of the television caused shadows to dance across his dark face.  "Now, I need to take off all that unnecessary clothing and follow me."

She followed his first instructions, going along somewhat sheepishly.  Her mind reeled as she attempted to discern his plans for her.

"So, I had seen ads and links online to this Sax Leather site.  I was curious.  I noticed that you had been browsing their catalog.  I paid their outlet shop a visit." 

Miles turned to see an increasingly nervous look on his wife's face.  "You do trust me, don't you?"

"How did you..."

Miles raised a finger to mouth with a hushing noise.  "It's a simple yes or no question.  If you trust me, we'll start my game.  If you don't, well, I just wasted a lot of money on the perfect play space."

Sarah nodded.  "Of course I trust you."

gagging head harness

Miles clicked his tongue and pulled the first item from his bag.  "You talk too much, dear."  He produced a seeming tangle of leather straps from the bag.  He began to straighten it and motion her towards the stairs to the attic.  He stepped in front of her, ordering her to stop.  He showed off the gagging head harness to her.  "I don't want that problem the whole weekend."  He began to apply the device, making sure it was tight enough to force the ball firmly in her mouth.  He then fastened a heavy leather collar around her neck, securing it with a heavy padlock.

Sarah grunted through the gag, but Miles only responded by fastening a chain leash to one of the several d-rings on the collar.  He pulled a simple heavy cloth down over her head and lead her carefully up the stairs with the leash.  She wished she had been able to see her new gift, but Miles would make sure she would have plenty of time in it.  Tonight, though, he wanted to break the room and his wife in on his terms.

The walls were lined with racks of toys and various unpleasant devices.  There were multiple points for restraint attachment on the floor, ceiling and walls.  Miles attention for now, though, was a simple wooden saw horse in the middle of the room.  He maneuvered Sarah towards it.  He released the leash from her collar and dropped it to the ground.  He then reached into his bag again pulling a leather cuff from the bag.  He attached it to her left wrist and secured it with another padlock, repeating the process on her other wrist and her ankles.  He then locked a d-ring on each wrist to an eyebolt mounted on the top of the sawhorse, forcing her to lean over.

lockable leather cuffs

"Now," he began as he walked to a shelf to retrieve a flogger.  "I'm very disappointed that you didn't come to me with your kinky little fantasies.  So, my little cunt, I'll teach you a very valuable lesson about being open with me."  He returned to his prone wife, who was now testing her bonds.  One swift strike on her ass resulted in her wild thrashing.

Miles was grateful that he had bolted the horse to the floor, but the thought was fleeting as he began a full barrage on her back, buttocks, and thighs.  Each blow elicited a louder scream than the previous.  When he was satisfied that she was sufficiently reddened, he replaced the flogger and removed another item from his bag.

clover clamps

Sarah heard only the faint jingling of a light chain until she felt a sting on her nipples.  Miles had begun applying clover clamps to the tips of her breast.  They were connected by a chain to a third clamp.  He tugged at them, bringing further gagged protests from his helpless wife.

He watched for a moment as she squirmed, deciding that the clamp for her clitoris could wait as he didn't want to throw too much at her the first night.  He went to the shelf for a tube of lubricant.  He ensured that the pucker of her sphincter was nice and slick, taking time to bring a bit of pleasure to his wife.  He pulled an inflatable butt plug from his bag, sliding it easily into her ass.  She began moaning as he began to pump it up.  The bigger it got, the more her sounds reminding him of begging.

Miles stood back to admire his work, but he couldn't ignore his growing erection.  He dropped his pants and rubbed his penis along her thighs and along her crack, bumping the plug and bringing more moans from his wife.  He knelt down, ignoring his cock for just another moment longer as he fastened her ankle restraints to eyebolts on the sawhorse's legs.  He then began to plunge his giant member into her now dripping cunt.

And for the first time in six years of marriage, Sarah had an orgasm before Miles.

01.10.06

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