I had been a long time reader of Gromet’s Plaza, I had seen the advertisements for SAX Leather, I saw the contest online, and decided to try my hand at writing stories instead of just reading them.  I simply wrote a story about what I would do with the winnings.  This is the tale of what happened with those winnings. 

My wife had never been into bondage or leather so she did not seem too thrilled when I told her I had won the SAX contest online.  “What good is a gift certificate if they have nothing we want or can use?”  I told her that maybe something simple like a ball gag, or I could sell the prize and get some cash for it.  She never could have guessed my true intentions.

Ball Gag

That very night I went online to start adding up the cost of all the items I desired, I thought that if I slowly eased her into the bondage idea over the next few weeks while the merchandise was on order that the prize would not go to waste.  Therefore, I slowly began to ease the wifey into simple beginner’s bondage.  After a few weeks, the wife began to grow to the idea being a sub.  So I used my gift certificate placed my order and sat back as ideas ran through my head.

The magic day had arrived and I had been watching the web site to figure out when I package should arrive.  I took the wife out to dinner at the nicest place around, and through out the evening I made sure that her glass of wine was full.  She was always a bit more adventurous when she had a drink or two under her belt. 

When we arrived home there was three packages on the table, right where I had left it earlier in the day so that she would see it the second she walked in. 

“What’s this?”  She asked.  

“I don’t know, open it and find out.”  

As she started to rip open one of the boxes, I slowly moved behind her to look over her shoulder.  She pulled the items out one by one, first was the gag, solid black and simple.  I was quick to explain that this way she could scream as loud as she could during orgasm, and not worry about any one hearing her.

Slave Gimp Hood

Digging through the wrapping paper of box two, she found the hood; I got a funny look for this one.

I simply said, “You like it when the lights are off, and I like it when they are on.  This way I can see what I am doing when I go down on you, and you can still have the fantasy of not knowing what is coming next.”  She slowly shook her head in agreement. 

She dug down into the final box and pulled out the collar (item 4551), “Since you have an explanation for everything, what is this for?”

Leather Bondage Posture Collar

I had to think for a moment, since the blood in my body had been drawn away from one head and to the other one instead.  “Well the gag and the hood can come off easily, if you truly wanted to submit your body to me, you need to take away the ability to change your mind.  Once you have all three items on, with the lock in place, you cannot get out without the key.”

She smiled and that night in bed I told her I wanted to see her I the new leather we had gotten.  She said she was not ready yet and to give her some time to get used to the idea.  I figured that she had a point and I let the subject drop, after all, she had been given quite a surprise tonight. 

The next day I got a call at lunch and she said she had cut out from work early to do some shopping, and that she would be waiting for me to get home.  I had a last minute job to complete and finally got home around 7 pm.  When I got home, I could tell that she had definitely been shopping.  Several bags and wrapping paper were littered all over the floor.  On the coffee table, was a note:

Dear Mr. Rabbit,

Please forgive the mess; I was unable to clean up before you got home because I wanted to be ready for you when you got here.  I have been waiting on you upstairs since 4 pm in case you got off early. 

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    Ms. Rabbit

I thought that maybe she wanted to go out for dinner since it was a little late to be cooking now.  Therefore, I went upstairs to find out what she wanted, well I found out sure enough.

I got to the door, and an envelope was taped to it.  Inside was a small key, and an empty box of earplugs.  I opened the door to find my wife squirming on the bed.  I walked over to her, and took stock of her situation.  She had placed the earplugs in, because she did not hear me walk over to her, placed the gag in her mouth (I assumed that was the bulge at the front of the hood) and locked the collar around her neck.  I had wanted too see her like this for a long time, but she had upped the ante. 

I could see what she meant by shopping, her hands were locked into handcuffs, and the chain ran through the front ring on her collar.  Rendering her hands useless and I could see why she had, to prevent her from taking the vibrator out of her soaking wet pussy.  She had set it to low, and had been squirming to try and get it to fall out or drive in, because right now it was just enough to get her wet, but not over the edge. 

A quick look at my watch told me it was 7:15; she had done this to herself, and had been tortured for almost 3 hours.  Part of me wanted to release her, and take her right now.  However, the adult shop down the street did not close until 8 pm.  I walked out of the room, and left the house heading that way.  It is funny I thought, “Only if I hurry will it be a long night”, and a grin crept over my face. 

01.10.06

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