Saturday shopping takes a turn for the kinky when this lucky husband’s honey-do list leads him to the BDSM supply store in town.

“You’ve got my honey-do list?” Bonnie called out to me from the bedroom.

I grumbled to myself. Saturdays should be spent recovering from the workweek. That’s my concept, anyway. But Bonnie wanted us to get things done. She’d been insistent — not nagging, because my girl is not a nag — but letting me know there were plans, and that she wanted me involved.

“Got it,” I called out to her, and I grabbed my keys and headed for the truck.

I did the errands I was aware of first. Gassed the pickup. Dropped the bills in the mail. Then I unfolded Bonnie’s list. “Handcuffs” was the first item I read.

I sat in my truck and stared at Bonnie’s perfect penmanship. Generally, a honey-do list from Bonnie might include picking up pebbles for the driveway or snagging a new garden hose to replace the kinked one. Handcuffs had never appeared on a previous list. I shifted in the seat and read item number two. “Blindfold.”

For the sake of honesty, I will confess that I got hard right then. Bonnie and I are an adventurous couple. We like to fulfill each other’s fantasies in the bedroom. We’d engaged in light bondage play, utilizing my ties to fasten her limbs to our bed frame. A scarf had served as a blindfold. But that was as far as we’d taken our escapades into the world of BDSM.

Item number three made me dial up Bonnie. She’d written: “Paddle.” I cleared my throat before she answered. I wanted to sound suitably dominant.

“Hi, Cam,” she cooed. “Are you having any troubles with the list?”

“‘Trouble’ isn’t the word I’d use,” I said. “I’m just wondering what your plans are.”

“Not my plans,” she said. “I’ve put everything I wanted on the list. I’m leaving the evening’s events up to you.”

I nodded, but of course she couldn’t see me. So I said, “Be ready when I get home, baby,” and I disconnected the line and turned on the truck.

She didn’t have to tell me where to go. There’s a hot little sex-toy store in town. We’d visited the place a few times together to buy Bonnie some racy lingerie. Going to the store on my own was a bit of a thrill. I waited in the truck for a few minutes before entering. I wanted my woody to subside. Still, thoughts of Bonnie showering, shaving her pussy, and making herself beautiful for me kept dancing through my head. Didn’t make sense to linger too long.

When I entered, I headed directly to the BDSM section of the floor, where I’d find all of the items on Bonnie’s list in every variety one could imagine. There wasn’t a solitary type of paddle; there were twenty. There wasn’t one basic blindfold; there were blindfolds in silk, satin, velvet, fur, with studs, without, and rhinestoned to the max. I was momentarily overwhelmed. But then I thought of Bonnie at home, preparing for my return, and I focused.

For the blindfold, I chose a black velvet number. I knew this would look lovely against Bonnie’s pale skin. With her short dark hair, the black blindfold would add a certain classy mystery to her appearance. I thought it would be more appropriate than one of bright pink or electric green. The handcuffs were a no-brainer for me. Yes, there were lavender fuzzy ones and cuffs in snow leopard, but I went with regulation steel. Sometimes simple is better.

Next, I was faced with the wall of paddles. I’d never thought to consider how many exotic ways there are to spank a lover. Luckily for me, the store had multiple choices on display. I lifted one shaped like a table-tennis paddle and practiced in midair. The rounded paddle was black on one side and red on the other. I thought I’d made my decision, but then another paddle caught my eye. How clever were the manufacturers? The second paddle I spied had a heart cut out of the wood. I wondered if the cutout would leave a heart-shaped mark on Bonnie’s ass. I had to buy that one, too.

Returning to my list, I saw that Bonnie wanted lube and anal beads. I wasn’t going to let her down. I grabbed all the supplies she’d requested, and then I added a surprise of my own. Why should Bonnie have all the fun when making a sex list?

The salesclerk handed me the shopping bag filled with my items and said she hoped I’d have a nice evening. I assured her I would.

Bonnie was waiting for me at home. I won’t say she was waiting patiently, because I’d be lying. She was sitting in our front window with the shades pulled back. As I walked up the path, I saw that she had on her short, white satin robe. I could guess that she was naked underneath the robe. I hoped she was.

She hurried from the window seat to let me in. Then she took a step back, looking at the big pink bag expectantly.

“You want to know what I bought, don’t you?”

A change had come over Bonnie. She was meek, head down, eyes cast at the floor. That wasn’t the Bonnie I’m used to. My wife is not a shrinking violet. She’s the life of every party, knows all the jokes to share, can make new friends in a heartbeat. Who was this submissive vixen with the pink-kissed cheeks and the nervous stance? While I admired her, she actually shifted from one foot to the other, seemingly anxious for me to unveil my purchases yet worried at the same time.

Good, I thought. She should be worried. Because on the ride home, I’d already mapped out the evening. I was going to give Bonnie’s bare bottom a hard spanking. One that she would think about when sitting down tomorrow. Then I was going to bind her down to our bed and lick her pussy until she was right on the verge of climax. And then…

“Bonnie,” I said softly. She kept her eyes down. “I have plans for you. And I’m going to tell you each one. I don’t want to keep you in the dark.” She looked up at me, then down again quickly. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I do want to keep you in the dark — but only as far as this blindfold goes.”

I pulled the first present from the bag. Bonnie lit up when I showed her the blindfold I’d chosen. She allowed me to fasten the velvet over her eyes and then turned while I tightened the bow at the back of her head. As soon as she had the blindfold on, I felt different. I’d played the dominant role before when we’d done our previous forays into BDSM, but this situation was unique. Bonnie looked unsure. She actually reached out toward me, as if to steady herself. I grabbed her hand. But then, surprising her, I put my other hand on her shoulder and pushed her to her knees.

“Cam?”“I’m right here,” I said, and she knew I was. Only seconds before, her eyes had been opened and she’d been in the brightly lit safety of our hallway. But now everything was different. Now, Bonnie was on her knees on the hard floor, and I was undoing my belt and opening my slacks. She seemed to sense what I wanted of her, because before I said a word, she opened her mouth.

I smiled. Then I let her feel my cock against her lips. She flicked her tongue out to touch the tip. I pulled away, and Bonnie leaned forward as if to grasp at me with her mouth. But she only met air. I put my hands on her shoulders and held her how I wanted her.

Then I said, “You let me do this. You open your mouth, and you take what I give you.”

She obeyed immediately. I slipped into the exquisite heat of her mouth, and she allowed me to go at my pace, at my rhythm. The only thing she did to enhance the ride was to stroke her tongue along my shaft. I let her do that, as it’s a trick she knows I enjoy.

I could have come in her mouth. I could have come and told her to drink every drop. But I didn’t want to. Not right now. We had too many toys left in the bag to play with. I tucked myself back in my slacks, helped Bonnie stand, and led her to our bedroom. There, I undid the tie on her robe and pulled the satin free of her body. Bonnie, entirely nude except for the ebony blindfold, was a work of art.

I took a moment to appreciate her sublime form. Then I sat on the edge of the bed with the bag of toys within reach. Bonnie was right in front of me. I took her by the wrist and bent her over my lap.

At first, I simply patted her naked rear end. She has such a cute behind that I couldn’t help myself. Bonnie whimpered as I stroked her. She couldn’t have been clearer about what she wanted. The desperation came off of her in waves. Soft petting wasn’t doing what she required. She needed more. I let my hand smack her ass. She jumped and then settled herself back into place. I had the feeling she was grateful for the blindfold — but I was surprised that the material seemed to be working as a gag, as well. She’d made almost no noises since I’d put the luxurious fabric in place.

I gave her another few smacks on the rump. Then I reached into the bag and pulled out the paddle. Bonnie grew totally still when she heard the tissue rustle. I wondered if she could visualize what I’d chosen. She’d be able to at least get a clue after I landed the first blow. I took my time. I waited until I was good and ready. Then I spanked her perfect butt hard with the paddle. Bonnie gasped. I waited to see if she’d tell me to stop or to go softer or to do anything different.

To my delight, she said, “Thank you…” and then she added, “Sir.”

She’d never called me “Sir” before. I knew she could feel what that word did to me. My cock throbbed when she uttered that word of respect. I spanked her again. She thanked me again. This was more entertaining than I would have imagined. Bonnie’s bottom took on a pale pink glow. I made sure to land the blows evenly — one on the left, then one on the right. Then I set the paddle down and let my fingers wander along the split of her lips.

She was positively dripping.

That told me I was on the right track. I rotated my fingertips over her clitoris until she sighed and wiggled her hips, and I knew she was on the brink of climax. I also knew she wanted me to let her come, but I didn’t. I moved her onto the bed, and I set her on her back with her arms over her head and her ankles spread. I used the new cuffs to bind her wrists to our metal headboard. Then I used leather thongs I’d bought at the store to fasten her ankles to the slats at the foot of the bed.

Bonnie was awash in orgasm denial. She was on sensory overload. Every time my fingers brushed her skin, she moaned. So I made sure to do that often as I got her exactly the way I wanted.

Only when she was bound good and tight did I take off my clothes and climb onto the bed with her. Other nights when we make love, Bonnie begs me to fuck her. Now that she was ensconced in her submissive role, she didn’t utter a word. But her body seemed to be begging me nonetheless. For a few minutes, I kissed and licked the insides of her thighs and her outer pussy lips. I stayed clear of her clit, having the feeling that if I sucked on her hot button she’d come. I worshiped her lovely snatch until Bonnie was going out of her head. Finally, I gave her what she wanted. I knew what she wanted was my dick.

Gently, I parted her pussy lips and slid inside her. Bonnie trembled all over. I let my thumb brush over her clit, and she moaned softly, almost under her breath. I pinched her clit, and the moan grew in intensity. I had thought I’d be able to take things slow, but something about seeing Bonnie bound like that drained me of all of my willpower. I started moving faster and faster, my cock sliding easily inside her. She couldn’t react the way she normally does. She couldn’t run her hands along my biceps or wrap her legs around my waist. She couldn’t even stare into my eyes and smile. The blindfold robbed her of seeing me — but it also robbed me of seeing her expressive eyes.

Yet I didn’t want to change a thing. I pounded into her and told her how beautiful she was, how much I adored having her as my captive. I kissed her face, bit her lower lip, nibbled along the line of her jaw. Then I ground my hips to hers and told her that I was coming, but that she had better refrain from climaxing.

Bonnie absolutely froze. She was already immobile, but it seemed that she even held her breath at my words.

“You’re close,” I told her. “I can tell. But don’t you come or that spanking I gave you earlier will seem like a game of pat-a-cake.”

Then I sealed my body to hers and climaxed, shooting my load off inside her. Poor Bonnie couldn’t obey me. She came in spite of herself. Her climax was so powerful that her muscles brought me to an almost immediate second erection. I could have simply continued to fuck her. But not when I’d promised her a punishment if she failed me. I’m a man of my word, if nothing else.

This time, I took off Bonnie’s blindfold, and I unfastened her bindings. I wanted her to see the second paddle, to really appreciate the perfection of the device. Bonnie blinked a few times in the light of the bedroom. Then she looked at what I was holding. She sucked in her breath at the beauty. Well, that’s why I assume she sucked in her breath. Perhaps, she was simply speechless in anticipation. My pride in her increased as she bent over the bed, offering me her ass. I immediately lifted the paddle and brought it back to deliver a swat. But then I hesitated and merely tapped her butt with the new toy.

Bonnie gave me withering look over her shoulder. That was all the encouragement I required. The second swat left a heart-shape print on her right asscheek. The third gave her a matching heart on the left. Then I set down the paddle and pushed Bonnie forward on the bed. I got out the lube and the anal beads. Bonnie held her cheeks apart as I drizzled the lube down her crevice. When she released her hold, she actually had the nerve to try toggling her clit while I inserted the beads. This made me stop what I was doing and cuff her hands once more. I couldn’t have that type of disobedience. I inserted the beads slowly, so she could really feel them stretching her open and sliding inside. When the last bead was in her, I started to fuck her pussy once more. She was in front of me with her wrists cuffed, balancing herself on her elbows. I held her hips to keep her the way I wanted her, and I fucked her with good, even strokes.

As I sensed Bonnie approaching another climax, I began to pull the beads from her asshole. She cried out as each one popped free. I think she had a feeling what was going to happen next. My wife and I are tightly wired together emotionally. She probably had sensed my plans. However, in case she didn’t know, I told her. I wanted us to be on the same filthy, raunchy, x-rated page.

“I’m going to fuck your ass after the last bead comes out,” I told Bonnie.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, and then, as if catching herself, said, “Yes, Sir.”

I loved that. Who would have thought that a three-letter word could make my dick twitch? The concept would never have occurred to me. Bonnie seriously knew how to stroke my psyche.

I pulled hard and the last bead slid free. Then I added a healthy squirt of lube right on her hole and rubbed in the liquid with my thumb. Bonnie was moving on the bed, raising her hips, trying to help me. What my love didn’t know was that I had one last present in store for her.

Before I entered her heart-adorned ass with my cock, I grabbed the last item from the bag. I’d asked the clerk to add the batteries in the store, so I knew the thing would work fine. Simultaneously, as I slid my dick into Bonnie’s asshole, I plunged the new vibrator into her pussy. Bonnie yelped with surprise and delight. She hadn’t foreseen this particular bit of erotic pleasure. I flicked the switch on the base of the toy as I jammed my cock into her tight ass. Bonnie purred, long and low, as I worked both of her holes. The rumbling of the motor — and the rumbling from Bonnie — increased when I turned the power up a notch. That seemed to hit Bonnie in just the right spot, because she asked me for permission to come.

“Please, Sir.” Her voice was sweet with desperation. “I’m going to. I can’t stop. Not if you touch me like that.”

Magnanimously, I allowed her to climax, knowing that her orgasm would undoubtedly trigger my own. Bonnie squeezed tight on my cock in her backdoor.

I kept working the vibrator in her pussy until she shouted, “Enough, Cam. I can’t! It’s too much.”

Then I let the toy fall free and anchored Bonnie in place with my hands on her hips. I was fucking her ass harder than I ever had. Each thrust seemed to stimulate aftershocks of pleasure within Bonnie. She kept crying out my name, thanking me for what I’d done to her, how I’d tamed her. With a cry of my own, I came inside her ass, and then I stayed connected to her for a moment, not wanting the pleasure to end.

But as I looked around the bed at the discarded toys, I knew that this wasn’t an end at all. This was a beginning.

I undid the cuffs on Bonnie’s wrists and set the key and the handcuffs on my bedside table. I can’t wait to see what sort of honey-do list she makes next week. In fact, if she doesn’t come up with one, I might write my own for her.