It’s a late, October rainy night, the wind is blowing outside, and I’m all alone curled up on our couch with a book, with a few lamps on and a candle lit, flickering beside me. A velvet blanket is tossed lazily over my bare legs, I am wearing my husband’s long black T shirt with my favorite pair of silk underwear underneath, and the most comfortable socks I could find keeping my toes warm. My blonde hair is freshly washed, falling down to my shoulders smelling sweet.

I am reading one of my favorite romance novels, which has me longing for a man’s touch ... My husband has been out of town for a week and my mind has gone wild with thinking about things ... Naughty, exhilarating things i’d like to do to him when he returns from his work trip. He was supposed to be home any minute now...

Suddenly, the front door quietly swings open, and there he is, dripping wet from rain ... His hair tousled from the wind framing his brow, and his cheeks flushed red like mine are right now, only mine we’re not flushed from the cold.

His eyes lock with mine and I can feel goose bumps traveling down my neck towards the small of my back. I know that look ... That wild, passionate look that can only mean one thing...

As he took off his boots, the blanket that once covered my legs slid off to the ground as I stood up and walked towards the hallway, a sly smile on my face as my heart raced faster and faster...

“I missed you” I told him, in a sweet voice ... He smiled back at me, his eyes following my legs up to where his black t-shirt curved around my hips, then up to my lips which were slightly parted from my longing to kiss him wherever my lips first found skin.

Grabbing my hand softly, he led me straight to the bedroom with a determined look on his face. He had a bag with him, and I asked him what was inside, but he gave his head a slight shake and replied with “lay on your stomach and keep your eyes closed for a second. I brought home something for us, something you’ve been wanting to try for a while now ... Since it’s almost our anniversary, I figured this would be an exciting way to celebrate.”

My mind raced, desperately trying to remember what I could have possibly asked for, and didn’t know what I was about to get myself into ... I laid down on his side of the bed, waiting with an eagerness that was almost painful.

I could hear him dig into his bag, and bring out something that sounded like it clinked together... “A toy? Handcuffs? Babe, what is it?”

I felt him approach me on my right side, where part of my t shirt had risen up, exposing my bare skin where his fingers softly brushed me, sending shivers down my back. His body hovered over mine for a second, and I let out a little nervous giggle, and then gasped as soon as he whispered in my ear “I’m going to tie you up now so you won’t be able to do anything but squirm.”

I look back at him with surprise, he’s holding 2 black straps that looked almost like a belt buckle, but with hand and feet shackles. They were both attached to a long black strip in the middle, which could only mean one thing. He was going to tie my hands and feet together so I was forced to keep my hands back, and couldn’t squirm my way out of any feeble ties or belts like we were used to using...

My body trembled with excitement, I kept still as he grabbed both my hands and gently placed them in the shackles, tightening them to almost a point to where it pinched. Then he folded my legs up to my back and fastened my ankles together. I was stuck ... There was no way out ... And I loved it. He was in control, and I felt myself giving in ... and bracing for what was about to happen.