It had been a long, dreary winter, but the first crocuses were blooming, signaling the light at the end of the tunnel.

I suggested to Annie, my wife, that it was time to start planning our annual spring vacation.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she began, and I could tell from the gleam in her eye that it was going to be a good one. “Why don’t you take a week off work, but instead of going away, we’ll stay in the house and I’ll find all sorts of new and sexy ways to tie you up and fuck your brains out?” The thought of a week’s worth of bondage play made my dick hard and my blood boil, and knowing the extent of Annie’s creativity sealed the deal. I agreed, and then left her to her plans.

On the Friday night that kicked off our “vacation,”... Read More