When Stacie discovers Joe’s secret desire to be tied down and dominated, she works to create the birthday surprise of his life.

The days ticked by towards Joe’s big 4-0, and I started to feel a little antsy. Generally, I consider myself more than adept at gift-giving. I’ve bought my husband fishing trips, war-movie collections, the perfect hunting jacket. But I wanted this present to be a big deal — something special. Something he would remember with pleasure. Ultimately, I decided to go to the source.

“What do you want for your birthday?” I asked Joe one evening.

“Surprise me,” he countered.

I wasn’t expecting that. Surprise him. Surprise him how? How does a wife surprise her husband of twelve years? I wracked my mind, and then I wracked his computer. That is, I’d used his computer to check my mail and up popped the page he’d last been looking at. I wasn’t shocked to see that he’d been perusing porn sites. What man doesn’t? But I was intrigued to see that he’d been viewing ones in which men were tied down by their mates.

Talk about surprises!

I spent several hours clicking away, going from one video clip to the next. There were images of women dressed in latex catsuits, binding their naked partners. There were movies in which both lovers were totally nude. Several film clips featured one dominant mistress who had several bad boys at her beck and call. For research purposes only, mind you, I watched clip after clip until I heard Joe’s key in the front-door lock.

“Surprise me,” Joe had said.

I would. I wanted to tie Joe up like the men in the movies. That was my plan. But not yet. Now, I had to pretend everything was normal. My panties were positively drenched. He wasn’t expecting the welcome home I gave him. I hardly let him in the door before pouncing.

“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Joe said with obvious pride.

He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, having no idea that what had put me in the mood was planning for his party. Sex that night was satisfying, as always. Joe took care of me the way he does best. What would he have thought if he knew that while his tongue toggled my clit, I was picturing him spread-eagled on the bed, a red ball gag in his mouth, his cock standing at full mast? What would he have said if I told him I’d snooped on his computer, visiting his favorite x-rated sites? It took every bit of willpower on my part not to confess. I finally had to stuff my mouth with Joe’s cock to keep from spilling my secret.

Joe didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

The next day, as soon as Joe left for work, I was back on his computer. I revisited the various websites, but this time, I made notes as to what I would require for the big event. I wanted to be prepared. This wasn’t going to be a half-assed event. I wanted to thrill Joe to his very core. After watching the different films, I put together my own mental script. This is what I had decided: I would blindfold Joe, explaining that I was going to give him a surprise — just like he’d asked. And then I would lead him to the bedroom, taunting him to see if he could guess what I was planning.

But as soon as I got to this point in my story, I drew a blank. How would I tie up Joe? How would I fasten him to our bed? One video gave me the idea of using scarves, but on Joe — my big manly man — I worried he might feel silly. I considered nylons, but I like my stockings. I didn’t want to give up any of them. There was rope — but I was never that good at tying knots. So what? What could I use to bind my husband?

The sad part of this was that I was sure Joe would know. He’s a contractor by trade, and I was certain he’d have the perfect idea of what to use to transform our bedroom into a bondage boudoir. But if I asked him for help, the pussy would be out of the bag, so to speak.

Then I landed on a video that had been shot in what appeared to be a dungeon. The walls were black. The floor was black. The bed in the center of the room was black. Even the sheets were black. A hunky man lay on the bed, his arms over his head, his legs apart. I paused the video to see that his wrists had been captured with handcuffs and that his legs were tied at the ankle to the posts of the bed using leather straps. The best part of the video was the fact that the bed was so similar to our own. Just like the bed in the movie, brass curlicues made up the head- and footboard. There were plenty of places to attach bondage devices.

I took my research to the store. Sure, I could have ordered the materials online, but I wanted to feel the items, to caress the leather with my hands, to weigh the metal links. As soon as I walked into the sex-toy store, I realized that I had forgotten about my own attire. The clerks in the store were all dressed in their fetishy best. One had on a catsuit similar to the outfit I’d seen in a video. Another was wearing a schoolgirl skirt and a black satin bustier. I made a mental note to buy not only the bondage gear but also the clothing to go with it.

With Joe’s fantasy in mind, I went boldly to the woman in the catsuit and I told her my plan. “Delightful,” she purred when I explained the surprise. She began to pile items onto the counter: steel handcuffs, leather thongs, a blindfold, a ball gag. Then she added items I hadn’t been expecting: a butt plug, lube, and a cock ring. I could feel myself getting wet as she explained how to use each and every device. “And you said it’s your husband’s birthday?”

I nodded.

“Then you definitely need one of these.” She grabbed a paddle, and my eyes went wide. “For the birthday boy’s butt-blistering spanking,” she explained, as if I were a little slow on the uptake.

I had decided while she was talking that I wanted to dress like her for Joe. My final purchase was a catsuit that had a zipper running from the back of the neck all the way down to the crotch.

All I had to do now was wait for Joe’s birthday.

The waiting was torture.

Every time Joe and I were apart, I watched bondage videos. I also went back to the store and bought a pair of high heels, and I practiced walking in the spikes until I was not only adept, I was pretty damn good.

The sex between us was heavenly. Joe didn’t know what had gotten into me, but he seemed to appreciate my intensified libido. We fucked every night — and sometimes in the mornings, as well. Each time I slid onto his cock, each time I dropped to my knees to blow him, each time his rod speared my pussy — all I could think of was my surprise. By the time Joe’s birthday arrived, I think I was even more excited than he was. Still, I remained as cool as I possibly could manage. I was wearing a simple black dress, and Joe told me I looked beautiful and kissed me. He seemed to know something was up, but he couldn’t figure out what.

“Are we going out?” he asked, obviously unsure.

“No,” I told him, and I handed over the first present. He unwrapped the gift to find the blindfold. He looked at me sharply, and I wondered if he had an inkling of my plan, but he simply said, “For you or for me?”

I winked at him and told him to put it on. “You wanted a surprise,” I reminded him. “Put on the blindfold and I’ll lead you to it.”

He seemed intrigued by the game, and he slid the blindfold in place and held out his hand. Even though we were only walking down our hall to the bedroom, I felt Joe stumble a bit. Being robbed of his sight put him off balance. In the room, I sat him on the edge of the bed.

“Do I take it off?” he asked. He sounded meek.

“No, baby,” I said. “Not yet. Wait until I tell you.”

Quickly, I pulled off the dress and got into my catsuit. Then I added the heels, grabbed the ball gag and said, “Okay, lift the blindfold.”

Joe did what I said, and he stared at me. “Oh, wow,” he said, “you look so amazing.” Only then did he catch the gag in my hand. He cut his eyes at that, and I saw him lick his bottom lip. My big strong man looked unsure of himself. I raised my chin, indicating that he ought to look behind him. He turned and saw the cuffs waiting on his pillow, the leather thongs at the foot of the bed.

“Stacie,” he said, “how . . . how could you know?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Baby…” he said next, but he was already obeying, standing and undressing, staring at me the whole time with lust-filled eyes.

“I went on your computer,” I said, and I strode closer to him and helped him get into the position I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.

“You…”

“I was just checking my mail, and you hadn’t logged out of the website you’d last visited. I went through your history and learned a lot.”

I attached one handcuff, threaded the long chain through the curlicues of brass, and fastened the second cuff in place. Joe looked at me as if I had made his dreams come true. I gazed down his body and saw how hard his cock had gotten. I couldn’t help myself. I climbed onto the mattress and bent down to lick him. Joe raised his hips and rattled the handcuff chains. I had him only half-bound, and I already loved the sense of power coursing through me.

“Jesus,” Joe moaned at the feel of my warm, wet mouth moving up and down his cock. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

I would have sucked him off to completion, but I was too excited to get to the rest of the toys. Yet that didn’t stop me from taking care of my own needs. While Joe stared at me with hunger in his eyes, I unzipped the crotch of the catsuit. What a cool little gimmick. I could keep on the clingy outfit, but reveal my cunt with one quick tug of the zipper. I peeled the vinyl open and got back onto the bed. To Joe’s obvious satisfaction, I climbed aboard his slippery-wet dick and plunged up and down a few times. I really wanted to let myself reach orgasm at least once, so that I could focus more clearly. And then I remembered. How could I forget? This wasn’t only about tying Joe down. About making his bondage-drenched fantasies come true. This was about me being in charge, about transforming myself into the domme of his dreams. As sexy as all the gear was, the attitude was the thing I needed to embrace.

Joe looked at me in desperation, and I said, “I went through all those videos.”

He stiffened with delicious fear. “Yeah,” I said, and lifted my hips up and slid off his cock, slowly moving up his chest. “I saw every last one. I know what you like to jerk off to now. I know what images bring you pleasure.”

Clearly, I was hitting the right notes, because Joe didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t try to explain or tell me I was wrong. He stared at me with those big beautiful eyes of his, and I said, “So from now on, baby. Whenever you need it, I’m going to be the one to take care of you. But first, you take care of me.”

I spread my legs and settled myself on his face, so he could lick my split. Joe didn’t hesitate. He thrust his tongue between my juicy lips and dined on my pussy. I grabbed the curlicues of our headboard for support, and I thrust my cunt against his face. I was really enjoying myself. I’d never been in charge before. Not that Joe had either. We’d always been equal players in bed. But now the power electrified me, and I basked in Joe’s submission. He flicked my clit with his tongue and then sucked hard with his lips pursed. I climaxed and left his face shiny-wet with my sex juices. Joe could do nothing about that. His wrists were cuffed. He had to lie there, drenched in me. But I didn’t think he minded.

I moved down his body once more, but before I bound his ankles, I had him roll over. I watched how gingerly he moved. His hard-on was like rock. He rested lightly on his stomach, and I bound his ankles to the posts of the footboard, the way the clerk had instructed me. Then I went to get the rest of the new toys.

I was glad I’d watched so many different movies. The various clips played out in my head, giving me ideas of how to continue. I got the lube, and I drizzled some onto my fingers. Joe tensed when he felt me parting the cheeks of his ass. I didn’t stop, though. I knew he wanted this. How many of those movies had contained ass play? Too many to count.

I lubed him up, good and greasy, and then I took the butt plug and gently inserted the tip into Joe’s ass. He moaned louder than I’d ever heard him before. I loved the sound, but that gave me a new thought. I didn’t continue with the plug. I grabbed the ball gag, and I dangled it in front of Joe’s eyes. “Do you need this?” I asked him. “Are you going to make too much noise? Or are you going to be a good boy for me.”

His mouth opened in shock. I think he hadn’t believed I’d have it in me to be a domme.

“I’ll be good,” he stammered.

“We’ll see,” I said, and I returned to my mission. I slicked him up some more and then inserted the toy. Joe groaned again, but he muffled the sound in the pillow. I rocked the base of the toy in his ass. He started to hump the mattress.

“None of that,” I said, slapping his ass. “You don’t get to fuck anything but me.

” Then I went to fetch my surprise gift. The paddle. Joe shivered when he turned and saw what was in my hand, but I saw a glaze of arousal in his eyes.

“You want this?” I asked, to be sure.

“Oh, God, yes,” he was practically babbling. “Oh, please, Stacie.”

I would have given him forty swats. I mean, he was turning forty, after all. But that seemed like a number to strive for, not start with. So I said, “You count for me. I’ll make the number a surprise.”

I slapped him firmly on his right cheek, and he counted out, “One.” His voice was rough, like sandpaper. I had never heard him sound like that before. I slapped the left cheek. He counted, “Two.” We progressed upward until his butt was a pretty cherry-hue and he’d managed to reach ten. Then I dropped the paddle and unfastened his ankle bonds. I think he believed I would remove the plug, but I didn’t. I had him roll back over once more, and I climbed on top of his cock. He was so turned on, his dick was leaking pre-come. That simply eased the ride for me.

Joe was panting and rocking under me. I’d never seen him like this before. I could tell that he liked the way my vinyl outfit felt against his body. Why had it taken me this long to get into something kinky? I had no idea. But thank goodness for computers. If I hadn’t used Joe’s to check my mail that day, our naughty night would never have happened.

“How do you like that plug in your ass?” I asked Joe.

He seemed shocked that I was going to make him talk. Being in charge was so much fun. “I like it,” he managed to spill out.

“Why?”

His eyes told me to go fuck myself, but I think he remembered the sting of the paddle on his bare skin, because he tried his best to respond. “I don’t know,” he started. “It’s just a filled-up feeling. I’ve never had that before.”

I was sure he was telling the truth. I’d have known if he’d had any type of anal before. But that gave me a new idea.

“I’m going to get a strap-on the next time I go back to the store,” I told him. “And then you’ll know what being filled-up really feels like.

”Joe’s hips seemed to buck involuntarily. I put my palms on his chest to brace myself as he thrust upward inside me. We were connected so tightly. Everything I said to him seemed to ratchet his pleasure up another notch.

“And then I’ll use the ball gag,” I assured him. “You won’t be able to stifle your moans while I ream your ass.”

That did it for Joe. He came in a rush. Without asking for permission! Without telling me he was going to. He threw his head back, powered his hips in the air, and jettisoned his come inside me. I came on the power of his climax. I didn’t even try not to. I let the orgasm rush through me, and I shouted out my release into the air. Yes, it was Joe’s birthday, but that climax was like the best present ever.

And yet my job was far from done. Joe had come without my saying he could. I’d learned from the movies what that meant.

“I think you just earned yourself another spanking,” I told Joe, and he tried to look meek and sheepish, but I caught the gleam in his eyes.

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