I would like to tell Variations readers about the wonderful sex scene my husband and I have developed over the last two years.

Frank’s thing is bondage. When I first met him, he was reluctant to bring it out in the open, but once he told me about his love of being tied up, I realized that I could take our passion to new heights. Who better to tie him up than a mistress clad in shiny black leather and spike-heeled boots! He loved the idea. And I love all types of leather — from soft, supple, elbow-length gloves to strong, rigid straps. Not a weekend goes by without me wearing one of my leather bras or G-strings, at the very least. I’m even trying to find leather sheets for our water bed! The tight, gripping sensation leather provides makes me horny just thinking about it.

Nothing turns Frank on more than being restrained in some way. He gets a hard-on watching someone get arrested on TV. One look at those handcuffs is all it takes to start him begging me to lock him up somewhere. I must have tied him up in a million different places and positions. Most times I’ll make him wear a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a skin-tight leather hood with a built-in penis gag. For myself, I like to wear a corset that is laced up so tight that Frank has to do it for me before we start. Our collection of bondage equipment is very large. There are also two cages and large steel eye-bolts all over the house so I can hang him up in any room I want.

Most of the time, our sessions last through the weekend. Sometimes when Frank gets home from work early, he locks himself into the cage he built for himself in one corner of our bedroom. Later, when I return home from work and find him in his small cage holding the keys out the bars for me, I like to tease him by slowly stripping off all of my clothes only inches away from his face. I also straddle the cage and sit on top. Frank must then lick my pussy through the bars of the cage.

The sensation of his tongue swirling around my clit soon becomes too hard to sit still for, so I let him out of the cage and slap a pair of handcuffs on him. I attach wide leather cuffs around his ankles, locking them together to keep him from escaping. Now I can easily push him onto the bed and straddle his face for a few orgasms before dinner.

When we eat, Frank enjoys his meals more when I strap him to his special chair, allowing him limited movement of one hand so he can feed himself. After dinner he gets chained to the kitchen sink while he does the dishes. Frank also likes being forced to go out in public while in bondage. He mows the lawn with one hand chained to the steering wheel of his riding lawn mower.

One time, for an after-midnight treat, I marched him out behind our garage and chained his hands above his head to the pipes there. Next I removed his pants and took his throbbing penis in my mouth, being careful not to make him come. I wanted him at the edge of an intense orgasm for as long as possible. After a half hour of sucking and stopping, I released him and locked his hands behind his back again. I wanted to be fucked thoroughly, and Frank was now in the mood to do it. When we got back upstairs, I let him loose, removed his hood and told him, “Go for it, I’m yours.” He practically ripped my corset off so he could get to my tits. We spent hours devouring each other until dawn.

Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Frank has already told me that he has something planned that I’ll never forget. I’m sure it will involve bondage and leather. I can hardly wait. I ordered his present last week. It’s a full body harness. He’s going to wear it every weekend — I’ll make sure to see to that!

Frank has just walked in and asked me if I will lock him to his side of the bed so he can get some sleep. So I think I’ll lock him to the bed now, but he won’t be getting any sleep until I’m through with him!