He was a model husband, and his wife would have been the first to say it. He was kind to her, devoted in fact. He was an excellent father who spent time with his two boys, not spoiling them despite the fact that the family had considerable means. He saw to it that both boys knew the value of money and earned what they got.
He was fourty-two, worked out regularly, took his wife out to restaurants, and allowed her to indulge herself from time to time. They lived in a modest house (considering their wealth), with one maid and a cook. He was J. Charles Parker III, the heir to a very wealthy corporate family. Since his father's death, he had managed the business well, and despite financial ups and downs, the firm continued to profit. At parties, he was charming. With his wife, at home and in public, he was solitious and helpful. She was Jennifer Jane Pettygrove of the upstate Pettygroves - a family wealthy in its own right. She was thirty-nine, good looking, well educated, and as devoted to him as he was to her. It was a happy marriage on all counts.
Happy except for one thing - a small thing. For about eight years, Charlie (as all his friends called him), started taking business trips. Each lasted from one to two weeks, and there were anywhere from four to six annually. Of course, if she needed to contact him, one of the partners in the firm could always track him down, but she never really knew where he went on those mysterious trips. And that bothered her. Of course, he couldn't be two-timing her. She saw to it that he had all the sex he could possibly want. He was strong, virle, and an able lover. She enjoyed her role as mistress and couldn't imagine him having another one. Still, those trips bothered her.
Charlie had a two-week-long trip planned for the following week, and Jenny (as all her friends called her) decided to find out once and for all what Charlie did while he was away "on business." She hired a private detective, told him how her husband always drove to the airport never telling her where he was going. He left the car there, and picked it up on his return right on schedule. On the appointed day- a Saturday morning, Charlie left. Jenny sat back and waited for the detective.
The detective called the following Friday and said he wanted to see Jenny in person. He arrived that evening, and sat with the curious wife in the living room. They were alone.
"Your husband got on a Reno Air flight direct to Reno," he started. "In Reno he rented a car and drove about twenty miles south of town to a place called The Discipline Ranch."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's something of a brothel in a way --- "
"Oh, No!" she said holding her hands up to her mouth, cutting him off.
"Oh! Oh! - Don't worry," he said quickly. "Your husband doesn't go to prostitutes."
"But you said the place was a brothel."
"Well, it's sort of a brothel. You can get sex there if you want, but that's not why most people go there. You see, it's a sort of -- discipline place -- they specialize in -- well -- bondage."
"Bondage?"
"Yes. It's what they do to their customers."
"I don't understand."
"Well," he said, "to put it bluntly, they tie people up."
"Charlie likes to be tied up?"
"Apparently," said the detective. "I had to bribe a couple of the workers - two women employees, and they said he's a regular pig."
"I don't understand."
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"Well, in the world of bondage and discipline, a 'pig' is someone who
can't seem to get enough bondage. They like to be tied up all the time
- really strictly and gagged too."
"You're kidding. I don't believe it."
"I thought you might have that problem," he said. "So I bribed the girls a second time, and got these." He handed her three pictures. One showed a man, naked, tied to a large X frame, his mouth covered with a wide black strap, his eyes covered with round black disks held by a strap that went around his head. Despite the gag and blindfold, it was clearly Charlie. The second picture showed the same man naked, hog-tied and gagged and blindfolded. The third picture showed a man who was probably Charlie, in a straitjacket and gag and blindfold hanging from a rope that was attached to the back of the straitjacket - his toes just touching the ground.
"I don't believe it," she said. "Charlie all tied up that way and enjoying it." She could tell he enjoyed it from the size of his erection which was plainly visable in each picture.
"They say he stays hard nearly the whole time," the detective said. "He's bound and gagged in some way from the time he arrives until he leaves with only short releases to go to the bathroom and to eat. He's one of their best regular customers they told me."
Jenny was staggered by what the detective told her. He said that Charlie paid two thousand dollars a day for the bondage. "It's a class place," added the detective. "They cater to the cream of society, and you never know who might be all trussed up there for a day or a week or more. Apparently lots of people - important people -go in for that stuff."
When he finished, Jenny thanked the man for his report, and saw him to the door. She needed time to think. Her husband, who seemed so normal, was off somewhere in Nevada all tied up and loving it. And she had known nothing about it even though they had been married almost twenty years!
But Jenny was not one to give in to something. She was, if nothing, resourceful. She had some contacts and she eventually decided she would learn about this thing, and see what she could do. She found bondage web pages, looked up the web page of the Discipline Ranch using the address the detective had provided.
Not all of Jenny's female friends were all that happy in their marriages, and through some of them Jenny made some contacts. She planned. She visited a couple of shops in the city - places she had never gone before. And by the time Charlie was due home, she was ready.
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Charlie was happy that the plane arrived on time. He carried his small bag - all he ever took with him, so he didn't need to waste time at baggage claim. He headed right for the shuttle to the long-term parking lot. His car was where he had left it, and he approached it, unlocking the driver-side door. That's when the two men appeared, dark, quiet, moving up with one on each side of Charlie. He couldn't see their faces at all. They told him to be quiet and he wouldn't get hurt. They took his keys, locked handcuffs on him, and then put tape on his mouth and his eyes. One man opened the trunk, the other put Charlie into the trunk and then tied his legs. They closed the trunk, and shortly Charlie felt/heard the car start and move. They drove for a long time, making many turns so Charlie had no idea where they were. Then they stoped.
The two lifted Charlie out of the trunk, and carried him. He was scared, confused. He knew executives were kidnapped, held for ransom. He wondered how long they would keep him - how much they would ask for him - if his wife could get the money and if she would pay. He knew that many kidnappings were never reported to the police. The family just paid and got their relative returned - usually alive and safe, but not always.
They laid him on something - probably a bed from the feel of it. "Cooperate and you won't be hurt," said a quiet voice. They started removing his clothes - all of them. When he was naked, they tied his hands. More rope around his upper body. They tied his legs, then laid him out and hog-tied him. They cautioned him not to speak, and they removed the tape on his mouth, then inserted a leather plug which he knew to be a gag. They cinched it in place. So he lay there, now naked, bound, gagged, not knowing where he was, or what would happen.
It was quiet. It stayed quiet for a long time. Charlie squirmed around, but the tape on his eyes kept him from seeing anything. He waited.
Slowly, he felt a hand on his face, gently pulling the tape that covered his eyes. The room was very dark as first the left, then the right eye began to see. Someone was standing there. He could make out the figure but not clearly.
And then, "So, why didn't you tell me you like being tied up?"
Charlie's heart must have skipped at least two beats. He couldn't believe it. There stood his wife - there stood Jenny looking at him, naked, tied up, gagged. It was just as well he was gagged because he could hardly have thought of anything to say.
"Well," she said. "You're tied up now. Do you like it?"
He looked at her for a moment. Then nodded his head - yes.
"Good," she said. "Because you're going to be that way for a while. I've already called the boys at the office and I bluntly told them, 'Charlie's going to be tied up for a week or so - can you carry on without him?' and they assurred me that they will do just fine. So you relax, because you're my prisoner, and I'm not likely to release you until I'm good and ready. I've got a lot of tieing up to catch up on. Years."
Charlie grunted into the gag, but it did him no good. Jenny had no intention of releasing him.
"I suppose you thought I would be shocked if I knew you were into bondage. That I wouldn't go along. That I might even leave you. Well, you were wrong. I am delighted at this - now I can keep you here and know exactly where you are - and whenever I tie you up, which will be often, believe me - you owe me two thousand dollars a day."
Charlie's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. How had she found out so much? Maybe later she would tell him. There wasn't much he could ask or do trussed up the way he was.
"Tomorrow Madame Domina is coming over to give me more lessons. I've had two already," Jenny said. "I'm learning to be a bondage mistress. Don't you worry, we'll take care of you. And I've talked to the ladies at the Discipline Ranch. Of course, they were sorry you won't be returning but they said they understood. They wished me well and they told me what you liked and what your limits were. We're going to stretch those limits, starting today. Oh, and one other thing. The workmen have already started changing the spare bedroom in the basement into our dungeon."
Charlie tried to ask her to remove the gag, just for a few minutes, but it wasn't going to happen. And so there he was, uncomfortably tied up on his own bed, gagged, domainated by his wife, not knowing when she would free him, and for sure the happiest man in the county.
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