From: BJL <d-bernie@newnorth.net>
Subject: OBVERSE1.TXT MF, bd, ds, cons
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Although I have written many bdsm stories, this is a first posting on .ass for me. I would really like to get feedback. STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.
This story is about a couple who use bondage both as part of their love making and simply because it feels good anytime. Donald has been into bondage since childhood. He enjoys binding a female, and had bound several women before he met Heidi to whom he has been married for three years. Before she met Donald, Heidi had a couple love-making sessions where she had been tied (willingly) spread-eagled, and during which she enjoyed the sex, but she was no aficionado of bondage. Early in their relationship, she learned of Donald's interest in bondage, and agreed to be a player; but Donald also knew she would most likely never initiate a session. As time went on, Heidi accepted Donald's desires to bind her, but it was never a turn-on for her; still, because of her love for him, and his care that she not be harmed in any way, she was compliant about being bound for sex or for just watching TV.
Heidi and Donald were watching their favorite program on TV. As was often the case, Heidi was dressed only in bra, panties and garter belt; long, black, seamed hose and high heels with heels at least five (she thought six) inches high. To make the situation more unusual, the bra, panties and garter belt were made of leather. Maybe there are many couples who watch TV while wearing unusual garments, if indeed they wear anything at all, but there were further enhancements to the unusual nature of this couple.
Heidi had a leather strap around her face that buckled at the back of her head, over her closely cropped hair. What was unseen was the huge amount of packing in her mouth that was made up of three pairs of her panties. Even this was not the most shocking part of the vision: the ropes were that. Heidi had over 200 feet of rope on her body to secure her to the upright chair in which she sat. There were many wraps of rope at each ankle, at the knees, at the belly, over and under her leather covered boobs, on her upper arms and at her wrists.
From time to time, Heidi would make a small sound into her gag. She would also attempt to shift in her bonds, but except for her neck, head and fingers, she had no ability to move any part of her body.
At her husband's suggestion, after supper, she had bathed and then dressed in the garments she now wore (except the gag) and came to the living room. She had done this many times, and she had no fear of what might happen. In fact, she had done it so often, she now was quite adept at walking in the heels, and stood calmly as her husband, David, moved her chair near his and assembled his ropes. At a nod from him, she seated herself, resting her arms on the arm rests of the chair. David then began the lengthy task of tieing her to the chair. She felt her freedom slip away as her limbs and her whole body became part of the chair.
Finally, as he finished tieing the rope at her right, upper arm, David stepped back and said, "How's that?"
She attempted to squirm and found herself defeated. Because she had often sat like this, she didn't bother to test the bonds at great length. She also knew how he expected her to answer: "The ropes are secure and I feel okay," she said with a smile. He needed to know that she felt unable to move, but he also insisted that she not be tied so tightly she would be in distress. Of course, she eventually experienced some discomfort from the rigidity of her bondage, but it was not painful and she knew he would release her immediately should she ask. The smile was her own addition by which she communicated that even though this wasn't her cup of tea, she gladly would do it and she hopped he enjoyed the sight of her bound.
She also knew that as soon as she expressed her satisfaction, the next step was to open her mouth. Very carefully, he balled up a pair of her panties (she did get a sort of perverse pleasure about not washing out her panties and having them stuffed in her mouth--in fact, she might not wash a pair of panties for up to three or four wearings, letting them dry after their use as gagging material and then wearing them--David didn't know that!) and pushed it in behind her teeth. The second and third pair followed, and then she tried as best she could to close her mouth over the stuffing. Finally, he wrapped the soft, leather band over her mouth and buckled it behind her head. And then he sat beside her, adjusted the TV and they both watched TV.
The first time David had suggested this unusual way to watch TV, she had agreed with amused tolerance, not realizing that when he said it was a fine way to watch TV that he meant it as a more or less regular thing. She did notice that the sex that nite was livelier than usual. The second time he suggested it, she had resisted, and he backed off. It was probably a week after her refusal that he asked again. Being in a mellow mood, she acquiesced, but there was no sex that nite. The next morning at the breakfast table, she brought the matter up.
"Are you going to want to tie me up to watch TV all the time?" she had asked.
Somewhat startled by the abruptness of the question, he replied, "Not really, but I would like to do it from time to time. Why, were you uncomfortable last nite? Did I tie you too tight?"
"No, the ropes were okay. They didn't bother at all. It's just such an unusual way to watch TV."
"Well," David began, "I'll agree to others it might be unusual, but to me, it seems so natural. Heidi, I have no intention of hurting you, nor do I have any intention of forcing you to do something you don't want to do or don't like to do. Is the idea uncomfortable? I mean do you feel lessened as a person?" Shaking her head, and laughing, Heidi replied, "No. No David. Nothing like that at all. It just seems odd for us to sit there with me tied like that. But I do know you enjoy watching me (she chuckled).....you know I can move my eyes and I've seen you watching me, so I guess I'll just be tied often when we watch TV."
"You don't mind?" he asked with relief in his voice.
"No, not really. Just so you don't insist when I don't want to."
"And, of course, with comfort," he added.
They worked out a set of signals. For just watching TV, the decision to bind her was usually spontaneous. For sexual bondage and the more elaborate bondages, he would signal his desire with a mug on the mantle piece--the blank side was usually exposed but if she saw the smile face, she knew he intended something. For her part, she too had a mug, except her face had a sad face; and she would turn that to face out whenever she did not want bondage in any form. Her sad face over-ruled his smile face, and they both agreed her sad face meant just that, and he wasn't to pester. He agreed wholeheartedly inasmuch as she rarely made use of her cup, and he knew, unless she was ill, her sad face never lasted more than one day.
Making her part of the chair wasn't the only means to tie her. Another seated method was the use of a six foot dowel rod lashed to the chair back. In this position, her arms were bound outward in a cruciform position, but all the other ropes were as before.
Another position was resting on her belly on a coffee table in front of the TV with her hands behind her, her legs tied together and bent upward so that the ankles and wrists were closely tied together. David told her this was the hog-tie position, but how it got that name he couldn't tell her. She found the hog-tie difficult at first, especially for a period of more than a half hour; but she gradually had been able to extend herself.
The gags varied also. Stuffing her mouth with her used panties couldn't be used all the time since she had a tough time accumulating enough used panties, and she didn't want David to know her own personal kink. She remembered very well the first time she had been gagged with her dirty panties. It was a time after a bondage that was followed by good sex. David had only been able to find two pair of clean panties in her drawer. He said he'd just have to use the ones she'd worn that day. Momentarily, she thought about objecting when David searched through the hamper to get the panties she had worn that day, but in the end she didn't object. As she sat there with her mouth stuffed, she tried to detect her body on the material in her mouth. She wasn't sure that she could, but the idea intrigued her. She rationalized that she took her husband's penis in her mouth, so what was wrong with her own panties. A few episodes later, David called out from their bedroom that he couldn't find any clean panties in her drawer (she had hidden them). She was tied to the chair already, and called out to him to try the hamper again. But there would be only the one pair he had begun to say only to call back that it was okay that he had found three pair in the hamper. She smiled inwardly, and he still didn't know that she had purposely avoided washing her panties for several days to make sure there was a supply in the hamper. That next morning, she took one of the pair that had been in her mouth the nite before and pulled them on when she dressed. It was dry, and she realized that had her own kink.
In addition to the panties, though, she was gagged with a cock gag, a pump gag and a ball gag. The panties were the most comfortable gag, followed by the pump gag. The cock gag she just didn't like at all, so she wore that very rarely. The ball gag was the most difficult to wear, but she knew too that this attracted the most attention from David, and that it was his favorite. She had trouble with stretching her jaws, and she really hated the drooling, but she wore it often without complaint.
Her costume would vary also. David had bought her a rubber corset. This was difficult to pull on, even when she used talcum powder, but it sure molded her body. Strangely, she found the odor of the rubber to be very sweet, and she liked it. A third costume was no costume at all: nudity. That bothered her a bit at first, sitting there nude with David dressed, so she mentioned it to him. He agreed to also be nude when she was. She wasn't sure this was exactly the compromise she wanted, but agreed......and it worked out fine. She was comfortable.
David had also bought her several pair of boots to wear. She had a pair of thigh high boots that they had bought from Spiegel's catalog (she wryly thought about the motivation for putting such boots in their catalog for she was astute enough to recognize the general impracticality of such boots), she had wellington boots, a pair of knee high rubber boots that she wore with rubber hose, she had a pair of army combat boots and she had a pair of knee high laced high heeled boots with a six inch heel.
All in all, she knew David had invested several dollars in his fetish (he had told her that was what it was and that was what they called it) but she did not object. In fact, as the months rolled by, and the bondages for TV repeated themselves regularly, she found that she was finding satisfaction that it was so easy for her to show her love for her husband. She had read some things about bondage, and was gratified when she learned that it was not considered a perversion. She shuddered with disapproval over those instances where the woman was kidnapped and forced to participate against her will. She was mildly surprised to learn some men liked to be tied as well.
One nite, about a year after he started binding her, he had turned his cup smile face outward to signal his intention to do something special that nite. At supper, he announced they would try a new position that nite. "I'd like to try a new position tonite. You feel up to it?" he asked.
It was a Friday nite and they would be able to sleep later the next morning. She replied, "Sure. Why not? What do I wear? How will I be tied?"
For answer, he handed her one of his bondage magazines. They had often looked at them together, he with enthusiasm, she with mild curiosity. [Incidentally, she had been mildly surprised to see people sent pictures of themselves in bondage to be published, and they had talked about it. He assured her they were real people and then he asked if she would mind him sending pictures of herself. She surprised herself when she said she'd think about it. He was so astonished with her reply that he said nothing more. That discussion had taken place about a month ago.] The picture he displayed was of a woman with her hands tied over her head and her feet flat on the floor, separated by a stick that kept her ankles about a yard apart.
She studied the picture, and then she looked at him. "That?"
"Uh huh," he answered, looking at her.
"Looks like it would be kinda hard to keep my balance with my feet so far apart."
He nodded, "Yes, it would. You'd have to be barefoot but the rope on your wrists would hold you up."
She looked at the picture again, and then said, "Well, if you wrap my wrists, I guess we can try it. How shall I dress?"
The model in the picture had lacy underwear on but was bare footed. Heidi had lacy underwear but they had never used it in bondage. David said, "Nude."
"Okay by me," she replied. "When do we start?"
It was an hour later. Heidi had bathed and was now seated in a terry cloth robe. David had been working since dinner. There were beams in the ceiling of their living room, and he had secured an eye bolt in one of the beams about over the place where her chair might have been. A double pulley was fixed to the eye bolt with several strands of rope. A close examination showed another pulley but with only a single wheel. There was a hook at one end of this pulley and a ring at the other. A rope was tied to the ring and it went up to one wheel of the pulley at the ceiling and then down through the wheel of the single pulley and then back up over the other wheel of the pulley at the ceiling and then outward from there.
Recognizing a block and tackle when she saw one, Heidi remarked, "That's a pretty efficient pulley system you've designed. Surely I'm not so heavy as all that? Besides, you weren't going to hoist me off the ground, were you?"
Shaking his head, and grinning, "No, I'm not going to hoist you, but this much paraphernalia lends a certain ambience to the scene."
She stared at him with a skeptical expression on her face, and then she stood and dropped her robe, standing nude before her husband. He embraced her and they kissed (they always kissed before any bondage session). David then began to wrap each of her wrists several times with the soft, window sash rope. After ten wraps, he added a ring with an inch and half diameter. Three wraps went through the ring and then several more wraps went on her wrists.
She held up her well wrapped wrists as he slipped first one ring and then the other over the hook of the down pulley which was at her eye level.
He then knelt and began to apply the leather cuffs he had made for her ankles. These were natural leather colored and were nearly three inches high. He wrapped them around each lower leg and then buckled them, and into each buckle, he put tiny padlocks.
"Mmmm, it seems there are many new things tonite," Heidi said with a hint of mirth in her voice.
"Yes, I thought we really needed a set of leather cuffs. There also is a pair for your wrists, but I thought this would be better for the position we're trying tonite. Now, spread your legs as far as you can."
She did so, finding her body got shorter as she did....the pulley hook rose from eye level to above her head. David took a dowel rod and secured the eye bolt in one end to her left ankle cuff. Then, he brought it to her right ankle, and with his hands, urged her to separate her feet even further. At last she heard a click and knew that this was the way she was going to stand.
Standing in front of her, David asked, "How's that?"
For a moment, she said nothing, and then she said, "It's going to be very difficult keeping my balance with my feet so far apart. Do they have to be that far apart?"
"No," he replied, "I could use a shorter dowel rod. Want me to change it?"
She said nothing for several moments, and then she said, "Well, let me try it like this a while."
He grinned, and then said, "Want your hands higher?"
"Will that improve the image?"
"Oh, it will do that," he answered, "but it will also help you maintain your balance."
"Okay," she replied, "you know all about these things. Raise me up."
So he hauled on the rope until her arms were straight up over her head.
"How's that?"
"Interesting," she said. "It is easier to balance. Maybe you might want to raise my wrists just a teeny bit more."
He did.
She stood there, trying to maintain the pose, and then she looked at him and smiled. "How do I look?"
"Wonderful," he exclaimed, "and as soon as I strip you'll know how much I appreciate you."
His cock was fully erect and she teased him, bound as she was, by puckering her lips and rolling her tongue all around her lips.
After gazing at her for a full five minutes, he turned back to the TV, but just as he was about to turn it on, she stopped him with her voice: "David...."
Turning, he replied, "What? Too much?"
"No, I'm okay. I can handle this, at least for a while."
"Well?"
She seemed to draw a deep breath, and then she said, "Want to take some pictures of me like this?"
"What?" he exclaimed.
"I mean, I never get to see how I look. You get to look at me in all your ties but I don't have the foggiest idea how I look."
He grinned. "Is that the only reason?"
Long pause, and then "No, I thought you wanted to send a picture of me to that bondage magazine."
He nodded, and with no further words, he got his camera and took several shots of his bound, upright wife.
By the time he finally finished with the pictures, she had been standing as she was for nearly forty minutes, so he asked, "Want to be let down?" "Are you tired of looking at me like this?"
"Hell, no," he replied emphatically.
"Then, hell, no," she said softly, with a smile on her face.
The next week, when a new bondage magazine arrived in the mail and they were examining it, she noticed several pictures of men in bondage.
"Did you ever fantasize yourself in bondage?" she asked.
He jumped, and then looked at her. "What brought that question on?"
"Oh, nothing," she replied absently, "seeing these pictures in this magazine just prompted me to ask. Did you?"
In a soft voice, he replied, "Yeah, a few times."
"Do you still fantasize that way?"
"Uh huh."
"Why haven't you mentioned it?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd react."
Puzzled, she asked, "What do you mean? I know what bondage is. I know you like to see me bound. What would be wrong with me tieing you if you want it?"
"Some people think it makes the man look weak."
She stared at him, and then she said, "It's okay for the woman to be bound because the female is the weaker sex, but it's not manly for the male to be bound. Is that it?"
With a sort of a pained expression, David said, "Yeah, something like that."
She nodded, looked down at the pictures in the magazine. One man was tied in a hog-tie [not as stringently as she, she noted] and he was wearing a black, leather-looking jock strap but nothing else. Another man was dressed in female lingerie and was tied in a chair. Yet a third man was in a dress and high heels, and had handcuffs and leg irons, and he had a ball-gag in his mouth.
"David," she said in a tone whose determination surprised even herself, "do you want to be tied?"
"Yes."
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Okay, you get the rope. Get a shower and then come back here."
When he returned, she had changed into her black leather bra, panties and garter belt, the seamed hose and the knee high boots.
"I thought I'd try to dress as closely as some of the women in here have dressed. Now, lay down on your belly."
With a degree of expertness she hadn't imagined she had, she began to wrap the rope around each ankle and wrist. Then, she tied the wrists together and the ankles together. She added a rope above the knees and then she bent his legs up and back, and she secured the ankle rope to the wrist rope. Studying the picture in the magazine, she took another piece of rope and wrapped it around his upper arms, drawing them together, but not all the way. David had never put such a rope on her when she was tied, and she felt a little satisfaction about being inventive.
Kneeling near his face, she said, "My panties or your shorts?"
With a deep expression on his face, he smiled faintly and replied, "Yours."
She stood with a little difficulty in her boots and marched out of the room. In a couple minutes, she was back with a handful of her used panties. She told him to open, and then she began to stuff his mouth. When she was done, she put the leather strap on him and buckled it close.
"There," she said, resuming the standing position, "how's that?"
He mmmmmmmed.
Giggling, she said, "Grunt once if you're okay, twice if you're not."
There was one grunt.
"Want to stay like that a while? Once for yes and twice for no."
One grunt.
"Half hour?"
A pause, and then a softer grunt.
She turned on the TV, sat and began to watch.
David's mind was in a turmoil. He had wanted so long to be bound, and now here he was. Obviously, Heidi had no problem.
At the end of the half hour program, she said, "How're you doing? Want to be let lose?"
One grunt. A second grunt.
"Oh, you're enjoying?"
One grunt.
"Okay, another half hour."
The next morning, he discovered her sad face on the cup. Shrugging, he left for work. He was a little stiff, but he was exhilarated. How often, he wondered, might she tie him? Would she allow him to continue to bind her?
When he arrived home that nite, he found a note on the table where he usually emptied his pockets:
"I went shopping today and bought a new dress.
I want to go out tonite and show it off. Take
a shower in the guest bath and wear your new
suit--it's on the bed in there. When you're
ready, give a holler and I'll join you at the
door."
Puzzled by the mystery of it all, he went up to the guest bath and showered, shaved, and dressed. Then, returning to the door, he yelled out, "Heidi, I'm ready and at the door."
He heard her call out in reply, "Go sit in your chair and close your eyes. I'll be right down."
He did as she said, and sat there in his self-imposed darkness. Before she said anything, he smelled her....LEATHER.
"Open."
He did. She was wearing a strapless leather dress. Her boobs were well pushed up and swelled above the top of the bodice. She was wearing the dark hose and her high heels. She also was wearing opera length kid gloves. In her pierced ears were long, dangling earrings in the form of handcuffs. Her make-up was heavy, and nearly slutty. In her one hand, was a small bolero jacket made of leather.
Turning in her skyscraper heels, she said, "You like?"
Speechless, he could only nod dumbly.
"Oh, come on Donald. Speak."
"Heidi," he croaked, and began again as she uttered a tinkling laugh, "Heidi, you're wonderful. I love it. I love it. And the heels--are you really going to wear them?"
"Yes, it's time I did; besides, they really match my outfit. Now, let's go before that tent pole in your pants gets out."
So they went out to dinner. It was at one of those spiffy places at the top of the tallest building in town. Heidi drew stares every where, and she seemed to relish it. The MaŚtre d' was most solicitous and bade them wait in the cocktail lounge until their table was ready.
More heads turned as they entered. Not a few of the men, even a couple of the women, present dropped their vision to watch her navigate in her ever so high heels, which she did very well. They had been seated at a table near the floor to ceiling windows. She immediately slid one of her legs between both of his, and in the same motion, shrugged out of the bolero.
"David," she began, "buy me some cigarettes."
Taken aback because his wife didn't smoke, he did nothing.
"Go on," she encouraged, "get me some smokes."
"Er, what kind?"
"Oh, any king sized will do."
When the waitress came over, he ordered martinis and cigarettes.
They simply looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, then she broke the stare and glanced out the window. He did too.
She whispered very softly, "Do you see all the people watching us?"
He smiled, and whispered back, "Not 'us,' but you."
She turned back to face him, and smiled very sweetly. Just then, the waitress returned with their drinks and the cigarettes.
"Open the pack for me, please, David. With these gloves, I might have a problem."
Very quickly, he pealed off the cellophane and opened the top. Then, rapping the bottom of the pack on the table, he managed to extricate one half way. He offered the pack and she took the one sticking up and placed it between her lips. He put down the pack and then very carefully scratched a match into flame, which he held just below near end of the white cylinder protruding from her mouth. She drew in, the flame brightened, and the cigarette was lighted. Removing it from her lips, she exhaled a long, steady plume of smoke.
"David, close your mouth. I used to smoke as a kid, but quit before I met you. I just think it goes with my outfit tonite. What do you think?"
"I think you're marvelous, Heidi. It is just fantastic to see you like this. I love you so much."
She reached out her other gloved hand and covered his hand, squeezing lightly. "You are a wonderful and beautiful husband, and it thrills me to no end to fill your fantasies. You might not make my pussy wet with your ropes, but seeing the way you look at me makes my heart so warm. I think I'd do almost anything you asked of me."
He didn't speak for a few moments, and then with an exaggerated lecherous grin, he asked, "Really, anything?"
Catching on, she answered coquettishly, "Why sir, you wouldn't ask me to do anything embarrassing, would you?"
"Would you be embarrassed to lower your top and stroll out of here that way?" he asked.
"I had hoped we might have dinner. If I do that, I doubt if they'll let us into the dinning room."
He was in a quandary. Was she serious? Before he could resolve it in his mind, the waitress came to tell them their table was ready.
Later, on the way home, when Heidi cuddled up beside him, he asked, "If I had said yes, would you have pulled down your dress?"
"I might have," she replied dreamily.
When they got in the house, Heidi stood in the middle of the floor and stripped off her leather dress but left everything else, which was simply the leather garter belt, her hose and shoes, and the long gloves..
"How about a bottle of wine?" she asked.
He went to the wine cellar and brought out a particular vintage that he had been saving for a special occasion. He pulled the cork and then set the bottle on a tray which he carried back to where Heidi was still standing. He put the tray aside to allow the wine to breath, and began to strip off his own clothes.
When he was totally naked, he embraced her; and she immediately darted her tongue into his ear, after which she whispered, "How about some soft music?"
He broke the embrace and put a tape on the deck. He came back into her arms, and they swayed with the music. His erection prodded her belly, and occasionally she would grind herself into him.
Finally, she broke the embrace. "Is the wine ready?" she asked.
He moved to the tray, and as he poured out two glasses, she managed to get a cigarette going.
Standing there, looking at her, a wine glass in each hand, he said, "God, you're lovely. I think I could cum just standing her looking at you."
She laughed a throaty laugh and exhaled. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"
They sat and sipped wine, and then she said, "Too bad we can't figure out how I could hold a wine glass while bound or drink while gagged."
After a pause, he said, "Oh, I think we could find a way if we really wanted to."
She drew on her cigarette again, and then sipped again.
"Shall I get the ropes?" he asked.
She drew on the cigarette once again, and then nodded.
He left her then, but returned several minutes later with the rope and ball gag.
"Do you have a preference?" he asked.
She smiled at him, and then repeated the question to him, with emphasis, "Do YOU have a preference?"
"Are you asking if I want to be tied?"
"Don't you?"
A silence of what seemed to be hours passed before he exhaled and replied, "Yes, I guess I do."
"You know I'm not very good at tieing yet. Do you have that magazine handy?"
He left her again.
He sat beside her and opened the magazine to again show the three pictures of men in bondage.
"Well," she said, "we tried the hog-tie. Do you want to do that again, or do you want to try one of the others?"
He considered the pictures, and then said, "The chair."
She stood up, and then said, "Wait here."
She left the room and returned about five minutes later, carrying a small bag. "The other nite, you said some might think a man who wanted to be bound to be a weak person, sort of like a woman. Is that why the men in these two pictures are wearing feminine clothing?"
"I suppose so."
"When you fantasize yourself bound, do you also see yourself in feminine clothing?"
The tension was high. He stared at her. Then, rolling his eyes, he replied, "Yes."
"Fine," she began briskly, and removing several items from the bag, she said, "Put these on."
'These' were a black, heavily padded bra, a panty girdle with a re-enforced crotch, long black cotton gloves, hose and a pair of high heels.
His face was flushed as he realized what was there. 'How could she have known?' he asked himself. He gazed into her eyes, and then back to the pile of clothing. And then he picked up the bra. She helped him slide his hands and arms into the straps and then she stepped behind him to fasten the catch.
He looked down. Where before his chest had been hairy and flat, now it was still hairy but a beautiful brassiere covered his upper chest. In size, he was no match for his wife, in a sweater (god, listen him, he said to himself), he wouldn't be flat.
She helped him pull the panty girdle up his legs. It was a tussle but finally it was up, and it completely defeated his engorged cock.
"It's better to put the gloves on before you put on your hose," she said, adding, "less chance of a snag."
Very quickly, his arms were fully encased in the soft gloves, and then he took the hose, rolled them as he had seen her do, and then rolled them up his leg. The other leg was soon stockinged too. Together they caught the hose in the garters attached to the panty girdle. Finally, she slid the shoes on his feet, and fitted the straps into the tiny buckles. Then, she helped him to his feet.
He staggered, and they both shouted in fear of him pulling them both down. He did manage to regain his balance, and then they both laughed. She led him to the chair as he took, short, mincing steps. He settled into the chair with a whoosh and she began the task of roping him to the chair. First one leg and then the other, and then one arm and then the other became part of the chair, as her limbs had done so many times in the past. At last, she held up the ball gag harness.
"Open," she asked. He opened, and she fitted the red ball into his mouth. Then she began to fasten the many straps: around the back of this head below the ears; around the back of his head above the ears; a strap up his face that divided at his nose and came together at his forehead and over the top of his head to buckle to the upper strap behind his head. A neck band encircled his neck and another strap went up in back to pass through a loop in the strap below his ears, and into a buckle on the upper strap. Finally, she bent over and fastened a strap under his chin.
She stepped back and looked lovingly at him. "My husband," she began, "let no one call you unmanly because you like to be bound or wear feminine clothing. I know you are manly, and that's what counts."
She then pulled her chair up beside him, lighted a cigarette and switched on the TV.
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