We were having some of his friends over for a baseball game they were going to watch. Not a major one, just an excuse for guys to get together. My husband isn’t super into sports but if he’s at a watch party he’ll cheer and boo with everyone else just fine. Usually when they get together I spend the evening in our office playing games on my computer or watching something else. Not because they don’t want me there, I actually really like his friends, but because I really don’t care about the game.
We had experimented a bit with bondage lately and I had mentioned briefly the idea of being tied up with company. I had the idea after a friend dropped something off and stayed for a few minutes to chat with John (still fake names
) and I was upstairs doing something else, so I didn’t have a chance to say hi before they had left. Afterwards, the thought crossed my head, “I could have been tied up in here and no one would have known.†And as you can imagine it was all downhill from there.I had mentioned it to John later and he thought it sounded fun, but we weren’t sure when to do it, so it was just a fantasy for a few weeks until finally his friends managed to put together a time to hang out. He suggested it at our place which was normal. We have a townhome and most of his friends have apartments, so we have the most room by far, and they’re nice enough to not be awful guests so I have no problems with their “partiesâ€
The “problem†arose when I wasn’t told he was having friends over for the evening. He neglected to bring it up until about 5 minutes before anyone arrived.
A bit before that, he suggested a bit of fun time for the evening, asking if I wanted to be tied up, which was barely even a question. I just walked into our bedroom and went straight for the bondage stash.
“Any requests?†He asked. If it were up to me I’d be hogtied pretty much every time, but I knew variety was important, and he has found he enjoys when I’m tied to the bed, so I suggested that.
I stripped down to my underwear, then changed into a more flattering set of lingerie, figuring it wouldn’t be on very long anyway (lingerie looks better on the floor after all). I laid down and he began securing my wrists to the headboard with a set of leather cuffs strapped together under the mattress. Then he took a roll of tape and taped my hands into fists, definitely more than he usually did but no worries, it’s always fun to try new things!
Then he began cuffing my ankles and I frowned. “Aren’t you forgetting something?â€
“No, I’m actually going to be heading downstairs in a second.†I hadn’t actually resisted, so my legs were cuffed quickly.
“And what do you have that’s more important than this?†I tugged on the restraints and he pulled on the straps, stretching me across the bed.
“Just some friends coming over to watch a game. I’m leaving you with this…and I’ll just finish with the gag right after.†As he spoke, he tucked a vibrator under my panties before moving around with a ball of cloth and the roll of tape from before.
“Wait they’re coming now??!!? Are you kidding mmmphb!†He cut me off with the cloth, then taped my mouth with several layers around my head, followed by a collar that he slipped around my neck, not tight by any means, but enough that it was hard to ignore. Then he pulled out his phone as I moaned into the gag, and the vibrator started up.
“You’re going to stay quiet up here, and I’m going to enjoy myself with my friends. And when I can get away with it…†he turned his phone so I could see, and it was an app for the vibrator.
Fun fact, I don’t own one of those. The man bought it just for this.
He smiled and kissed me before leaving me all alone with my new toy, and I heard him go downstairs to answer the door shortly after. I nearly yelled, before realizing how embarrassing it would be to be found like this. For both of us frankly. And where’s the fun in being hidden away if you reveal yourself right off the bat?
More people arrived, and I could hear the voices downstairs get louder as they did. With that, came occasional pulses from the toy, until there was enough consistent noise that he apparently decided to keep it on continuously, making it really hard to keep quiet. I moaned to myself, careful not to get too loud, but fortunately things only got more excited as the evening went on for the most part.
It was several hours, and I won’t bore you with all the details of sitting on my bed like that, but I’m sure you can imagine how exhausting it was, even if it was extremely thrilling.~
I was eventually let out, and did the only thing a wife can do in response to being left like that. Bide my time for revenge
