It’s been a horrible couple of weeks for our sex life. I was sick, you were sick, I got sick again. Each time we’ve made love, it’s been “regular Thursday night sex” . . . enjoyable, sure, but nothing toe-curling. Finally, when I noticed that neither of us were weezing our brains out during the morning, I figured it was time for a fun night.

When you come home from work, you notice my car in the driveway — and this never, ever happens. Worried that I’m sick again, you hurry inside. But, as soon you walk in the front door, you see an envelope on the floor. “Open me”, it reads.

Inside you find two clothespins & a note “wear these, and nothing else, and meet me in the bedroom. Quickly, you throw off your clothes, put the clothespins on your nipples, and make your way to the bedroom.

As you enter, you find me, nude, sitting on the bed, with a paddle in my hand and a variety of toys around me. “It’s time to have some fun”, I say, and stand up. “On your knees, my pet”, I whisper as I approach you, and you fall to your knees, immediately taking my manhood in your mouth. A quick *swat* of the paddle hits your left ass-cheek. “I didn’t say to do that.”

You drop me from your mouth & look up at me. I grab onto the clothespin on your left nipple & you cry out. “I want to have hours with you”, I say. “I should have been more clear — on your hands and knees”, and you drop your hands to the ground.

I pull a blindfold from the bed over your eyes, and then reach my fingers between your thighs to find your sex already wet and ready for penetration. With the paddle I was holding in my hands, I start lightly patting your bare ass. These are playful little swats – not meant to hurt or sting . . . but simply to warm you up for later.

“Stand up”, I say, and you comply. “Hands behind you” and I attach leather restraints to each of your wrists, finally clipping them together. “Legs apart”, and you do a “jumping-jack” type motion to have your legs spread.

I pull the clothespin on your left nipple toward me, and then smack your boob with the paddle. You cry out. I again, reach to your sex, and see that it’s dripping, ready for penetration.

I “newlywed carry you” to the edge of the bed, and then place you over the side of the bed, ass-up, knees down. I place a ball gag in your mouth, fastening it tight behind the back of your neck.