Our sex life has been a bit slow lately given the stress of negative current events, but my sex drive and fantasies seem to be keeping up or even surpassing their norm. I recently set about trying to find some “misplaced” toys that we haven’t seen for a while and when I opened up our stash upon finally discovering their location found a face dildo and a blindfold. Had forgotten all about those gems, and they were plenty enough inspiration for my sex to spring into an immediate erection and for my fantasies to start running wild.
My dreams that night were intense, and the following day when my lovely wife decided to go for a swim/snorkel with a friend, I set about enacting a plan. I would tie myself to our bed naked knowing that my wife could most certainly not miss the hint upon her return. I grabbed some ropes and daisy chains out of our old rock climbing supplies and quickly set up some short lengths at the base of our bed for my feet. I climbed onto the bed, slipped my feet and ankles through the just-large-enough loops and laid down. My feet were spread apart but not too tight or uncomfortably. I sat up, shuffled down to the base of the mattress, slipped the loops off and retied each one tighter, the loop now just reaching the top edge of the mattress at either corner near the foot of the bed.
I tried again. I could barely reach the second line to thread my foot through the loop and then my legs were stretched out fully across the mattress. I once again freed myself and then set about tying lines for my hands. First attempt was one line for both hands above my head, but again seemed too easy to wriggle out of and it didn’t really result in me being stretched out fully on the bed. My mind kept racing back and forth between how foolish I must look arranging this plan and the imagery of my wife using me for her sexual pleasure while I was stretched out helpless on our bed.
I decided to retie the lines to the side of the bed and made two separate lines, ensuring each had a loop just barely large enough to force my wrist through and pulling it down over the bone of my wrist with the other hand. Once the loops were perfect I retied the lines under each side of the bed, again with the loops just barely making their way to the top edge of the mattress. I checked the loops at the end of each line. I laid down once again with a foot on each loop and a wrist laying on the open loops of the others. For a moment I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what exactly my plan was from here.
I’ll tie myself up, put a blindfold on and wait for my wife to find me… I thought. This will surely lead to some fun playtime even if the idea might seem a bit ludicrous. I went and grabbed the face dildo and the blindfold and realized that I also had stored a stretchy silicone ring meant to go around my cock and balls in the same place so I of course grabbed it as well.
I returned to the bed and prepped and laid everything out at the head of the bed before climbing in. But then, almost immediately I started questioning myself. Was this going to be a sexy surprise or just plain weird or even depraved from her point of view. I tried to visualize what it was going to look like when my wife came downstairs and discovered her husband stretched out and tied naked to our bed. “A-ha!” I thought, and ran upstairs again to grab the GoPro camera. I promptly set it up on the door frame pointing it at the bed and decided to set the scene just long enough to have a short video and then check and see how ridiculous it appeared from someone else’s perspective before committing.
I couldn’t help but imagine for a moment while setting the camera angle how sexy it would be if my wife returned, didn’t notice the camera and began getting herself off on the dildo held in my mouth and us “accidentally” capturing the whole thing on film. Later… I thought to myself, while also stashing away a mental note to buy a discrete hidden camera for future ideas or opportunities.
Camera in position and recording, I once again made sure everything was in place on the bed, pulled one side of the all too tight silicone loop over my rapidly growing sex, and then the other over my balls. The result pulled both away from my body and left both constrained more than was comfortable even though I wasn’t even yet fully hard.
I crawled again to the foot of the bed and placed first one then the other ankle through the loops, spreading my legs to the far extent of the bed and my own comfort zone. I laid down and tried to find a comfortable spot in the middle of the mattress before placing the blindfold on my head; not yet covering my eyes just resting upon my forehead.
I rolled to one side and inserted my left wrist through the loop on the side of the bed, just barely able to squeeze it over my wrist. I started to roll to my right and remembered the face dildo. I grabbed it, inserted the rubber ball on the short end into my mouth instantly remembering how the ball gag was a bit too big to be truly comfortable but also immediately conjuring up memories of the times we’ve used this toy in the past and the delight of watching my wife’s wet sex slide down the length of it towards my waiting lips and nostrils. My mind instantly went almost white with lust as I thought back to the lovely image of her sex and the visuals of the black rubber member disappearing inside the depths of her as she lowered herself down above me again and again.
My memories and the images sent me into a frenzy and I rapidly pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, instantly remembering how well it blocked out all light. I laid down and felt around on the right side of the bed for the final loop. I tried to get my wrist to slip inside but without my other hand to help, it almost wouldn’t go. I was just about to free my other hand to loosen the loop a bit when my hand finally slipped inside with a jerk.
Well, then. There I was.
Spreadeagled on our bed with a silicone ring wrapped around the base of my sex, a blindfold and a black phallus sticking straight out of my face. I suddenly didn’t need the video to realize this surely looked ridiculous. I started to run through scenarios in my mind of what would happen when my wife returned and stumbled upon me. Would she simply laugh out loud and walk away? Would she remove the dildo from my mouth and ask me what the hell I was doing? Would she climb onto the bed beside me and toy with my constrained cock and balls teasing me within seconds of a long-awaited eruption, or would she lay astride me and suck the phallus into her mouth to wet it before slowly mounting my face and lowering down onto it. Maybe she’d do the same with my now strained cock shortly after riding herself to a powerful orgasm on the dildo. My cock was now rock hard and protruding well above me and I could feel it bouncing above my abdomen with the slightest of movement at my waist.
“Shit”, I thought, once again visualizing the lovely views and memories of her sex swallowing the rigid member just inches from my face. Why did I put this blindfold on? “No worries,” I thought. “After I check the camera I’ll put the blindfold away for better viewing of my wife and her soon-to-come pleasure.”
I lay there for a few moments simply feeling the tightness of the bonds stretching me out across the bed and imagining the scenes unfolding when my wife got home, but then my mind started to wander. Had I remembered to lock the front door? Had I closed the windows that look into our room and the bed I’m now trussed up to? Was I completely exposed to anyone walking by or looking in? Wait… was the GoPro connected to the cloud and uploading the video right now?? Suddenly my heart raced but for all different reasons than I had originally intended.
I turned my head to the side and spit the dildo out onto the mattress beside my head and stretched out my jaw… clearly not something meant to be worn for extended intervals I thought. I raised my head in a failed attempt to look at my left arm, reminded only that I was still in complete darkness. I began pulling at my arm and twisting my wrist but couldn’t get it free. Ah yes… that was the tighter of the two; I’d just free the right one. For a second my heart rate slowed and my fear waned, but it too was also too tight and when I struggled to pull against the loop constraining my wrist it seemed to only get tighter. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what would happen. The loops were tight when I laid them out but it had been fairly easily able to grab it and pull it off with the other hand.
Then it hit me. I had never actually tried to get free without the use of second hand! Suddenly, I began to think this whole plan was a very bad idea indeed. The thoughts in my head suddenly turned from erotic images of my wife to being terrified that I’d actually trapped myself. My brain jumped back and forth from whether I’d locked the doors and the windows next to our bed to now complete horror that my wife would come home and find me like this. What if a complete stranger was the one to find me like this?
I kept straining and pulling at the loops binding my wrists, tried in vain to rub my head against the sheets in a failed attempt to slide the blindfold off of my eyes, and as I began to break a sweat from my frantic moments on the bed. My body was convulsing from all of the stretched out corners trying to wriggle something loose and find the way out of my confines. I could hear and feel my cock slap against my stomach as my body came back to rest on the mattress beneath me.
I had no concept of how long I’d been lying there struggling against the binds I created and cursing myself for even devising this situation. I began to accept my fate and give in to the situation when suddenly I could make out the sound of my wife’s voice in the distance as she returned. My heart rate again shot through the roof and I froze trying to hear her faint voice amidst the silence. My brain was awash with fear and embarrassment. How could she be home so quickly? How long had I been struggling to untie myself? Who was she talking to? Any number of scenarios raced through my head but just as I was certain she was approaching the front door my right wrist began to finally slip free.
I quickly refocused all my attention. I strained to pull my hand out of the loop knowing for certain I’d be bleeding by the time I was free or at the very least have lines/welts where the loops had been throughout my struggles. But it was slowly making way and the hard I pulled against the bind the more I began to feel progress. Eventually, my hand swung above me as it popped free of its binds. I rapidly ripped the blindfold from my head and rolled over to free my other wrist. I could hear her on the porch only a few feet away from my head but on the other side of the wall outside talking to her friend. Oh my god… I never ever considered her not coming back alone! How foolish of me!
No worries. My hands were free, I sat up and quickly as I could manage slid down toward the end of the bed feverishly trying to get the loops over my ankles to free them as well. As I heard her saying goodbye to her friend I stuffed the ropes down along the side of our mattress and leapt from the bed grabbing the blindfold and dildo and stuffing them rapidly back away into their hiding place. As I grabbed for a pair of shorts I quickly realized that the silicone rings were still wrapped tightly around my engorged sex, and as I tugged it off, I nearly ripped my balls off in the process. I winced in pain but pulled on the shorts and ran upstairs to greet my wife as she returned and asked her how her swim was. My body was still slick with sweat and my mind and heart rate trying to slow back to a normal pace and hoping she hadn’t noticed.
I poured myself a glass of water as she went downstairs to change, and when I followed her down a few moments later, I realized that I had left the GoPro hanging in the bedroom doorway and still recording. I turned in horror to see if she had noticed, but no indication that she had. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I waited for her to turn around, grabbed the camera and rushed back upstairs cursing myself for ever having this miserable idea in the first place much less having been so careless with details. Did she see the camera, I wondered? Did I leave any other clues lying on the bed that gave away the plot of what I was doing while she was away?
Why oh why do my fantasies always lead me to these predicaments? Why can’t I just be “normal”?
I would remember this vividly next time my horniness led me to a deranged idea… but would it matter, I wondered as I watched her come back into the room… my eyes fixed on her ass as it swayed smoothly side to side in her bikini and feeling the erection tucked into my shorts regaining its strength despite having just narrowly escaped my embarrassing fate.
