Discovered

I glanced at the clock, and saw it was 4:00. I had twenty minutes or so until my wife got home. It was just enough time to finish up some last minute things around the house. As I moved around, I relished in the youthful feelings of the hem of the denim jumper against my thighs.

I was down to 5 minutes to spare. I moved back to the bedroom and began to imprison myself for my wife to find and have her way with. I inserted the ball gag and buckled the straps behind my head. Then I lay on the bed on my back. I reached my left hand up to the corner of the bed and found the awaiting loop I pre-tied in the cotton rope. I slipped my hand through the loop, and tested the confines of the rope which caused the loop to cinch snugly around my wrist.

Then with my right hand, I found the other awaiting loop at the opposite corner. I slipped my hand through that loop and tested its confines causing the loop to cinch down on my other wrist. With both arms now restrained to the corners of the bed and a ball gag firmly seated in my mouth I realized there was no going back. I was there for the duration.

As I lay there, time seemed to crawl. My mind started to wander. I heard the world passing by outside - so many people going on with their lives completely oblivious to my plight. I looked over at the clock, 4:25; I thought to myself, 'she must be running late, traffic must be bad.'

I shifted a little to reposition as far as my binds will allow. I felt the hem of my jumper brush against my legs. Then bent my knees, and felt the nylons encase my legs like a second skin. It then occurred to me: the pantyhose, and really my entire outfit was a form of bondage -- I could do nothing but lay there and look cute and inviting.

RING.... RING.... RING....

I was snapped back to reality by the phone ringing. I started to reach for it and found I could move my arm only a couple inches. I then remembered my self-inflicted plight and looked at the clock to see 4:30 on the display. Off in the other room I heard the answering machine. I thought to myself that it was probably just my wife letting me know of some accident or something that snarled traffic -- she'd be home soon enough. I then went back to letting my mind wander -- what else was there to do?