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One key to the success of Justin and Toby’s marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they know through the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it’s more often Justin who generously caters to Toby’s erotic appetites. Toby’s interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.
Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn’t entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won’t be easy to tell Justin. Is realizing a fantasy—even an exceptionally compelling one— worth the risk?
“I think we’ve had enough discussion. Unless you have an objection, I want to have my way with you.”
I was never before so thrilled to hear that. “I’m all yours,” I said, and I meant it with all my heart and soul.
“Basement. No talking unless I ask you a question.”
We usually played in the bedroom unless it was going to involve a lot of equipment, so it seemed like I’d have an extra chance to demonstrate my devotion.
“I’m in a sadistic mood tonight, and you need to tell me if you have a problem with that,” Justin said, confirming my impression.
Some nights I was the one begging for more, wanting him to push my limits. Tonight would be for him. “No problem, sir.”
* * * *
Justin told me to stand by the spanking bench, facing the door, an order that didn’t suggest anything especially interesting. I surmised he was headed for the back wall where we had a large collection of impact toys hanging from hooks. Instead, I heard a rustling of paper and cardboard box flaps. Maybe it was something new. The thought of a kinky surprise sent a surge of blood south. It had been a while since either of us had bought a new toy. I got part of my answer when he returned with a mysterious canvas and leather bundle.
“Strip.” He explained only after I started undressing. “I want to try something different. I was concerned it might be on the extreme side, but now I think it’s ideal for tonight.”
It turned out he was holding a straitjacket, not like the leather or rubber ones from the expensive fetish shops online, but equally serviceable, I imagined, for not only restricting my movement, but making me believably helpless. The thought excited me, but it also made me a little nervous—Justin usually played with my body and used relatively little bondage. This boded something more intense. A quick mental scan of our previous scenes provided no clues to what he had in mind other than my immobilization. He watched me carefully and must have detected my concern.
He dropped the straitjacket by his feet. “All mine,” he said as he gathered me into a hug and kissed me hard. “I’ll take good care of my Toby. You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, picking up the jacket.
I nodded and held out my arms to receive the bondage.
“That’s my boy.”
Securing the straps properly took a while, giving me a chance to get into a more submissive frame of mind. I stopped thinking about the novelty of his method and concentrated on wanting to obey him. His firm, reassuring voice and his confident handling of me and the equipment made that easier. I took a few deep breaths while he secured the last buckle and checked his work. After adding a hood and attaching the eye coverings, he bent me over the spanking bench and walked away.
The hood muffled sound, but I thought he was putting some toys on the portable rack near the bench. There was no way to predict a choice of a flogger over a crop or cane, or even a single-tail whip. He enjoyed all of them, and in his hands, any toy could turn into an instrument of pleasure or pain. Having so many options enhanced the erotic tension we both craved. I next heard him opening drawers, which could mean almost anything, from dildos to those evil little clips. My guesses leaned toward pain, based on the restraints. It didn’t seem like the sort of night involving choices, so I just breathed deeply and waited, happy to be the object of Justin’s desire and only slightly uneasy about limits he might test.
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Two brief excerpts appear in a book by Alison Tyler called Never Say Never: Tips, Tricks, and Erotic Inspiration for Lovers.