Sometimes a whole life can be changed by one event, one moment in time. This can be a death, a lottery prize, or in my case because my husband had fired a security guard.
Let me tell you a little of what my life was like, what happened and the start of my completely different and wonderful new life.
I was raised if a large Gulf Coast City of pretty well to do folks. My Mom was a society gal, always doing some ball or charity event. She had come from meager beginnings, Dad had the money in our family. She was always prim and proper, well dressed and never spoke a foul word. Or at least that was the image.
When I was 13 she took me into her room to have a “talk” with her. I thought it was going to be about sex and let her know that we had learned all about that in school so she didn’t need to embarrass either of us talking about it again. She told me this wasn’t about sex, but about life and proceeded to tell me something that shaped my life for the next 15 years.
She said women have control of 80% of the money in the world and 100% of the sex. Always remember the better you control the sex, the more money you will control. We talked for a long time that night and eventually I asked her if that didn’t make us whores? She said honey all women are whores and all men are johns, you just need to decide if your going to be a high class whore, or if your going to drop your panties for one of these redneck cowboys and end up fucking for grocery money. Wow, I didn’t even know Mom knew how to say fuck! Needless to say I looked at my Mom a little differently after that night.
A couple of years later I got a good example of how it worked, Mom wanted a new car, a convertible that she had seen. Her old car was only a few months old but she asked Dad for the new one anyway. I watched Mom go to work on him. She was actually flirting with him, she became much more touchy feely with him. Then one night a couple of weeks into her campaign they went out to dinner. She came down dressed to kill, I mean really looking sharp in heels and a skirt shorter than her usual, silk blouse and perfect makeup. I was still up watching a movie when they came in later and she looked rumpled.
Her hose were gone, her blouse was wrinkled and her lipstick was worn off. Dad looked pretty happy though.
That weekend he parked a new convertible in the driveway. When he handed Mom the keys she didn’t even go outside to look. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs to their room. I had to know what was going on so I snuck up and listened at the door.
They were not making a lot of noise but I could hear Daddy, “ Oh yes, damn your good at that sweetheart, don’t stop keep it up, faster, Oh yes” and on he went. Mom made no sound I could hear. Then his voice became more urgent and took on a shaky tone. “ Yes, yes, please don’t stop” then just a long low moan. Finally I heard Mom in her soft voice, “ you like that did you? Hell yes,” he replied, a little too loud. “Well if you want to cum in my mouth again big boy think Mercedes.” I was shocked! My Mom had just given my dad a blow job and had let him shot off into her mouth. I just couldn’t picture Miss Prim and Proper on her knees sucking a dick! But she had told me all women are whores and all men are johns. At Christmas there was a new Mercedes in the driveway with a big ribbon on it.
I followed Mom’s advice through High School dating and into college. My Orchid corsage to senior Prom cost me a night of petting and a date to the homecoming in my freshman year at college earned a lucky Junior a hand job in his car. But finally I met Bill. He was a Senior while I was still a Sophomore, and I feel in love instantly. I went home and talked to Mom about him. He was rich, of course, and good looking, and I was just head over heels for him. Mom reminded me not to give more than I got, and to hold out the only thing I had to offer.
Bill didn’t get into my pants until he proposed to me a year later, and didn’t get into my mouth until our honeymoon night in Hawaii.
And for the next few years I imitated my Mom, until Bill fired a security guard one day.
I was sitting on our sofa listening to some music, knowing that Bill would be home very soon. I usually met him and we shared a few minutes together before dinner. When he came in I got up to fix him a drink as he took off his jacket and laid it over the coffee table. I heard a dull thump as the jacket hit the table. Handing him his drink I asked what in the world is in your coat as I reached a hand into his pocket. I pulled out a cold metal pair of handcuffs.
“Where did you get these?” I asked
“Fire the guard today and forgot to take them out of my pocket before I came home,” he calmly replied.
I held them a looked at them as if I had never seen handcuffs before, and maybe I hadn’t really in person seen a pair. I was fascinated and just turned them over and over in my hands.
“You know I have never had a pair of these on before” I told Bill
“That’s because you are a good girl and have never been arrested” he said.
“Wonder what it feels like?” I mused.
“ Well turn around and I’ll show you” he laughed out at me.
“You do have the key?”
“In the same pocket” he said.
I checked, and then finding it smiled at him and turned my back to him holding the cuffs in my hands.
I don’t know, there was a strange feeling as he held my wrist and applied the cuffs first to one then the other. The steel sent a chill through my body that wasn’t from the cold of the metal.
I turned to face him and smiled teasingly. “What do I have to do to get free sir?” I asked him in a playful voice.
“The price of freedom is a kiss” he smiled at me.
The cuffs had my arms pulled back, forcing my chest out. Without thinking I pushed my breast out further and said, “ Oh I think you are selling out way too cheap!”
For a few seconds Bill didn’t react, then a look came into his eyes that I had never seen before. It was excited and hard at the same time and I thought some of his business competitors must see that look and react with fear. I didn’t scare me, it for some reason just made me horny.
Bill reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands and I pushed into his embrace, forcing my breast hard to his strong hands. For seconds he caressed me then he started to undo his neck tie. We were both quiet and I was breathing deeply as he loosened the tie from his neck. Then he started to wrap it around my head, covering my eyes, blindfolding me. I stood as still as a statue as he tied the knot behind my head. Then his hands went to my blouse and started to open the buttons. I trembled as he undid them one at a time, trailing his fingers over my exposed skin as he went from one to the next. He pushed the blouse over my shoulders and it hung on my arms unable to fall free because of the cuffs. I was wearing a matronly white bra, not at all sexy. I heard the draw of the coffee table open and next felt the cold steel of the scissors we keep there slide between my breasts. There is something about having your bra cut off that leaves you more naked than if it were unfastened. The two halves of the bra hung with the blouse as Bills hands touched my cheeks. Slowly they traced down my face across my neck and past my shoulders. His fingers traced the outline of my 34b breast and then stopped to hold my waist. I didn’t know if I could keep standing. I was feeling things that I have never felt before. I knew that my sex was getting wet and my whole body vibrated inside as his tongue touched my nipple. When his mouth closed over me I started to moan and mumble about how good it felt. I pushed into him shamelessly, offering my tits to him.
I wasn’t thinking, I was just feeling as I stood there cuffed, blindfolded and topless offering myself to my husband.
He pulled his mouth from my nipple and grabbed the front of my slacks with his hand. “Follow me,” he ordered in a voice that I hadn’t heard from him before. Carefully he led me through the house to the master suite. He turned me and pushed me backwards. Onto the bed I hoped, to make love to me. I felt the bedstead post against my back. Our large four poster has four very big post, one at each corner and I was backed into one of these. I felt silk at my throat, a scarf or another tie, wrapping around my neck. I was tied to the bed post by the neck!
My body was alive, nerves tingling all over as Bill started to slip my slacks off my legs. My panties matched my bra, basic white and frumpy. Bill ran a feathery touch of his fingertips from my calves up the inside of my thighs and over the fabric of my panties. He spoke for the first time, “ Your panties are all wet girl, did you cum in your pants?”
God I was embarrassed! “”No sir” I squeaked out, knowing that my already flushed chest and cheeks were turning a brighter red.
“That’s good,” he said, ”I’ll tell you when it’s time for you to cum, do you understand?”
His tone left no doubt, and my voice responded without my brain interfering, “Yes sir.”
I felt the cool air touch my pussy as he slid the panties over my legs and I stepped out of them. Then I felt the touch of cotton on my neck, moving over my chin.
