The Room

He returned into her line of sight. This time, instead of standing tall over her, he seemed to be trying to squat and lean into her direct line of sight. It was comical to see, but she was not laughing. The man rarely ever struggled to move, this was the movement of a man in tremendous pain doing a valiant job of hiding it. She knew him too well. He never moved so gingerly to barely get anywhere.

He saw he recognition and decided to dismiss it. The moment of truth had arrived. He soon found a position that did not cause his pain to scream so loudly in his head.

Whispering, he started to explain how he wanted nothing but the best for her. He continued to show his gratitude for having her in his life and that her birthday had been a super big deal for him.

Pause.

That pause.

That was not good.

She knew that the pause meant a solid transition from fun to now the hard part. She wanted to speak and put his mind at ease. She had learned. She really had learned. She wanted him to know that. But she also knew that the way she had abused him in bed was not going to be easily dismissed. Could this pain be from the way she had carelessly whacked away at his back and booty?

She was washed with regret and dread. What if all his painful struggling to squat was the result of her thrashing him with that paddle? Dread turned to low grade panic.

This. Was. Payback.

She had to talk. She had to explain. She had to…

He dropped the paddle in front of her and painfully groaned as he stood back up. This squatting was great for emphasizing his point, but was not working for his beat up body.

Uh-oh…

She tried to raise her hands to plead with him only to see him swiftly reach behind his back and producing her handcuffs which he handed to her. There was no smile or emotions on his face. He was not even red like he would be if he was suppressing anger.

This was not the man she had left. His self emotional control was unlike anything she had seen before. Was he that upset? What was next?

She didn’t know what to do, so she handcuffed herself with her cuffs and looked to see what he would do next. She couldn’t tell if that satisfied him or anything. The man was blankly looking past her.

The sound of an electric motor behind her puzzled her and distracted her from reading her husband. He moved around behind her. The motor sound stopped for a moment, then resumed. She dared not look behind. She sat waiting.

As she waited, she felt him close in behind her. Her ankles were then secured with something that was much like her choker. Soft to the touch. Beautiful crushed velvet. The scent of leather that much more present. The clicking sound of metal. The cold feel of metal against her legs as the metal from her back moved and shifted about.

He returned back in her line of sight with a key in his hand. She had never seen this particular key before. With very precise movement, as if a magician about to do a fancy trick, he moved about her. She didn’t know how but felt the need to raise her hands. He quickly removed her handcuffs and replaced them that very nice feeling crushed velvet lined leather restraint.

He then produced a small chain to connect to her wrists to her neck, much like her feet must be. He stepped back as if inspecting and expecting something. Then walked away. Leaving her puzzled and waiting.

As she waited, she became increasingly aware that her heart had calmed, shifted, and now she was getting ridiculously wet. The anticipation was killing her in the pleasurable way. This was the way she felt when he teased her about going down on her. He loved letting her eagerly wait for his tongue to find her. This of course made her dripping wet… much like it was doing now.

From his vantage point down the hall, he was very impressed. This was a very different woman. She was actually submitting to his desires. She was not fighting him. She was changed. But could this be true? Could this be enough to avert the punishment? He so hoped it was, but there was no risking it today.

“As you probably are beginning to understand, things have changed between us. Your willingness is noted. Come to the office”

She didn’t wait for him to repeat himself. She carefully got up and was pleasantly surprised to note the chain was not restricting her abilities. It was long enough so she could move about freely.