It was my birthday. I had asked for a day off at work to celebrate myself. The kids were in school and my wife was in the office. I had gone for my morning run and my body and mind were ready for a good breakfast and a relaxing bath.
I could smell incense from the corridor of the building that intensified as I got closer to my apartment's door. I opened the door of home and a few candles in the corridor threw me off. Had she forgotten them when she went to work? I was full of questions while taking my running shoes off and hanging my jacket on the hook behind the front door. I walked towards the candles in the living room and had a glimpse of the bedroom.
My wife was there, just in the door with one arm over her head leaning on the frame and a very thin horse riding whip held by her cherry red lips. She was just wearing a leather collar and a leather belt that looked like it was floating on her hips highlighting her hourglass shape.
I felt the blood flowing to my genitals and my arms rushing to take my shirt out when she grabbed the whip with her left hand.
"You should shower... you dirty boy."
She approached me and softly hit the tip of my dick that protruded under the pants. I jumped surprised by the feeling while she got even closer to give me a soft kiss on my lips.
I don't remember if I said anything else, but I just showered as fast and efficiently as ever. My dick remained hard like a flagpole the whole shower and then she opened the bathroom door.
"You are taking too long, the candles will melt soon," she said, and vanished leaving the door slightly open.
I finished drying myself even faster than before and with even less care. I was so excited that I could feel the water in my skin about to boil.
When I was about to open the door, I found a blindfold hanging from the door handler. I placed it on my eyes leaving a small gap in the bottom part so I could admire my wife while walking to the room. When I opened the door, she grabbed my arm immediately and whipped my bare buttocks with mastery. I could sense that all those years of horse riding had paid off for my enjoyment.
She placed my blind fold properly and tightened it. I could just see shadows through the layers of fabric while she walked me to the bed and ordered me to lie down face up. I obeyed and tried to relax while I heard her rattling around the room. First she grabbed my feet and separated them. Then she focused on the left foot and kept pulling it until I felt a leather strap tightening in my ankle.
"Is it too tight?" she whispered gently. I didn't know how it was supposed to feel, but I just told her that it was ok.
She moved to the right foot and dragged it in the opposite direction. This time she tightened the leather strap too much and didn't ask me about it. I was sure she had done it on purpose.
"Could you loosen it a bit?" I asked.
"No, no, no, no..." she replied, and I bit my lip between pain and excitement.
I was getting more excited about losing control, and I was sure she could see it. She went back to my left foot and tightened the strap to balance it with the right food. I did not complain, but my body moved a bit adjusting the position of my hips.
Then, she placed what felt like handcuffs in my hands, one in each and pulled them apart like she had done with my feet. She attached the cuffs to something on the corner of the bed until all my limbs were straight and formed an X shape. She realized I was still moving and adjusting my body and pulled the ropes attached to the leather straps in my feet until I could not move anymore. I felt vulnerable and so excited that my dick was defying gravity and standed like a rocket about to take off.