The discovery. (F/m. pvc bondage. No explicit stuff)
Posted: January 31st, 2025, 9:58 am
Imagine my surprise, getting home from work to hear a whimpering coming from the garage.
It was a dark, cold February evening. The house was in darkness, which I found strange. Ben, my husband, was retired. He never went out without leaving lights on for me. I flicked on the kitchen light. There, that noise again. I opened the connecting door to the garage, and there he was!
We had converted the garage into a gym/utility/store room. But I hadn't expected this! There, stood in the middle, was Ben. Well I assumed it was! Dressed all in very shiny black vinyl. Shiny black high heeled vinyl boots with cuffs, spread apart and shackled with short chains to the floor rings. A thick wide belt around his waist was connected by two taut chains from the ceiling beams. His arms were flailing around. In front of his feet, a small bunch of keys, obviously dropped and now out of reach. He was wearing my mac! The one he had bought me for christmas! Hood up and tied off enough to prevent removal. A wide collar locked on further preventing removal of the hood. God knows what he was wearing underneath. The bright red ball gag created the wimpering. He couldnt give me eye contact.
'I warned you about playing on your own. Well serves you right. I presume you need these?' Obviously dropped keys for the padlocks. I picked them up, rattling them. 'I'll keep these for the time being. You can stay like that until I decide otherwise.' I turned the light out and left the silly old fool to wallow in his pervery! Wearing my new mac indeed!
It was a dark, cold February evening. The house was in darkness, which I found strange. Ben, my husband, was retired. He never went out without leaving lights on for me. I flicked on the kitchen light. There, that noise again. I opened the connecting door to the garage, and there he was!
We had converted the garage into a gym/utility/store room. But I hadn't expected this! There, stood in the middle, was Ben. Well I assumed it was! Dressed all in very shiny black vinyl. Shiny black high heeled vinyl boots with cuffs, spread apart and shackled with short chains to the floor rings. A thick wide belt around his waist was connected by two taut chains from the ceiling beams. His arms were flailing around. In front of his feet, a small bunch of keys, obviously dropped and now out of reach. He was wearing my mac! The one he had bought me for christmas! Hood up and tied off enough to prevent removal. A wide collar locked on further preventing removal of the hood. God knows what he was wearing underneath. The bright red ball gag created the wimpering. He couldnt give me eye contact.
'I warned you about playing on your own. Well serves you right. I presume you need these?' Obviously dropped keys for the padlocks. I picked them up, rattling them. 'I'll keep these for the time being. You can stay like that until I decide otherwise.' I turned the light out and left the silly old fool to wallow in his pervery! Wearing my new mac indeed!
