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Thursdays
Thursday nights I reserve for something special. It's always for the twoof us, with the express goal to bring us closer together. Marriage can wearout if you aren't careful. It has to be kept alive, nurtured, and it takesattention and effort. That's my job, to be proactive and take the initiative.From the beginning we agreed on certain roles in our relationship, privilegesfor each of us balanced by individual responsibilities. I got the short straw,the one where you win the dominant role. Not that I mind, in fact I wouldn'thave it any other way, and neither would she.
This Thursday I had been working on for months. It was the night before athree day weekend so we didn't have to worry about getting up early. I foundthe movie we were going to watch, munchies appropriate for the mood I wanted,and something extra special for her to wear for the evening. Not an eveninggown, nor anything out of the Victoria's Secret catalog,though if it ever showed up in there I wouldn't be surprised. For what I hadin mind one size fits all too, even though I did know her dress size.
Thursday morning before I left for work I told her we would be staying infor the evening, I would be fixing dinner, and that she should not make anyplans. One of the benefits of being the dominant partner is that I get to issuethe occasional edict without explanation. When she pressed me for details Ibegged off, answering with nothing more than an enigmatic "wait and see." Shewas persistent though, calling me at lunch from her office. Ostensibly to tellme how her day was going (something we tried to do every day) but she got ina few hints she'd like to know what I had in mind for later. "Nice try" I toldher but left her as curious as ever.
Meanwhile I left an hour early so I could get home and start dinner. Mostmen aren't big on cooking but I enjoy preparing a good meal. It would be Mexicantonight: a tostada salad with guacamole and sour cream, and fresh hot tortillaswith the carne asada . I stopped at the market on theway home to pick up a nice red Chilean Chianti to go with it. Sure it wasn'tMexican, but at least it was in keeping with the Latin theme of the dinner.For dessert later I had some hot buttered sopapilla ,something especially appropriate to the ambiance I intended to build. She usuallypampered me, but tonight she would be the one who sat back and relaxed. Andif she didn't agree, well, I had something ready to ensure I got my way.
When she walked in the door the table was set, wine breathing on the table,a Vincente Fernandez CD softly playing in the background, and the aroma ofsizzling beef asada filled the kitchen. She stopped justinside the door, transfixed by the sight. Before she got out a word I heldup my hand to stop her. "No. Tonight you have nothing to do, except what Itell you. First, put down your purse and kick off your shoes. Then come overhere and kiss the cook, but mind the grill."
She did just that, in precisely the order I dictated. The years togetherhad developed a sort of telepathic bond between us. When she heard that directorder type domineering tone in my voice she went into the full submissive mode.And that's exactly the mood I wanted to trigger. I knew how much she thrivedon being controlled, being told what I wanted from her in no uncertain terms.She was pretty good at figuring it out without my help, but when I seized themoment and went into the dominant master of the house role she responded instinctively.Purse went on the side table by the door, shoes underneath, and she was inmy arms in seconds. Or rather arm, one was stirring the asada witha spatula. But one arm around her was all I needed to pull her close and delivera welcoming kiss warmer than the tortillas in the oven.
"What do I do?" Of course that would be her first question. What was shesupposed to do for me? Tonight she would do plenty for me, but I didn't wantto get ahead of the plan. Still she had to do something or she'd be preoccupied.
"Fetch the wine glasses and pour for us. Then uncover the tostada saladsand put them on the table. The asada is just about ready.You sit down while I bring in the meat and tortillas."
Sure I could have done all that first, but I knew better. She had to contributein some way. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her carefully wipe imaginaryspots off the crystal before pouring the wine. She stood behind her chair asI brought in the tortillas in the warmer. "Sit down. Everything is ready. Youwill enjoy this evening…that's an order."
She smiled and looked down, in that demure way that melted my heart the firsttime I saw it. "Yes sir," she answered as she pulled out her chair. Back inthe kitchen I scooped up the asada into the bowl andwrapped a towel around it to keep it warm. As I carried it into the diningroom she reflexively reached out to straighten the pot holder on the tablebefore I put down the hot bowl. I lit the candles and turned down the lightsbefore I sat down next to her.
One must observe the proprieties. I took her hand in mine and asked her tosay the blessing. I'm not much for religion but she has a deep and abidingfaith that deserves respect. Grace is a small thing but important to her. Whenshe finished she looked up and put her other hand on top of mine. "Thank you,this is so wonderful."
"The night is just beginning. Wait till it's over before you pass judgment." Ileered in a suggestive way. She laughed and playfully punched my arm. "C'mon,let's eat before the food turns cold."
Good food, good conversation, and a delightful companion are the key ingredientsof a successful dinner party, even if the party is for two. Ever the fastidiousone she carefully tasted each dish separately, between sips of wine. Me, Ilike it all in one, a tortilla with the carne asada onthe bottom, with tostada fixings heaped on top, all rolled into a sort of burrito.For about the hundredth time she warned that I'd never make a real gourmet,and for the hundredth time I answered that I'd rather eat food than talk aboutit.
The meal lasted a good two hours, most of it talking rather than eating.The topics ranged from work to friends to some gardening chores we had plannedfor the weekend. Casual conversation seems to become more intimate and personalas two people grow closer together over time. Talking about the shrubs to beplanted by the door while her fingers lightly run over my arm brings us togetheras a couple just as much as a romp in bed all night long.
I wasn't on a fixed time schedule but I did have more planned for the evening.While we were clearing the table I clued her in on the coming attractions. "Igot a movie, one of your favorites. It's an oldie, but a classic. You get onechance to guess the title. Think of…John Steinbeck."
She got that thoughtful look. From growing up in Salinas California she knewall about John Steinbeck stories, but I wasn't sure how well she knew the movies. "Hmmm.The obvious answer would be Grapes Of Wrath , but that'stoo easy. It'd have to be one of the others." She stared at the wall for amoment, and then snapped her fingers. "Tell me, would Myrna Loy be in thismovie?"
She got me again. We both liked older movies but she was a real expert atcinema trivia. "You got it. Robert Mitchum and Myrna Loy. Grapes istoo depressing anyway."
She clapped her hands together. " The Red Pony ! Ilove that movie. Just last week I was thinking about it."
I shut the dishwasher and started the cycle. "We're going to sit on the couchand watch it while sipping one last glass of that wine. I have some sopapilla forlater. But before that we have one last chore to finish. I want you to do somethingspecial for me. Something I'd really enjoy, just for me. Want to help me beselfish?"
She slid her arms around me and lifted her face up to mine. "You know I would.Anything! And I mean anything. You don't even have to ask, you know that. Whatdo you want me to do?"
I brushed aside her hair and kissed her forehead. "I know, and it's not reallya request. Actually, you don't have to do much at all. In fact, you won't bedoing anything. For the rest of the evening you leave it all up to me." I tookher arm and started to lead her into he bedroom.
She looked up at me with a sideways gaze, suspicious now. "I'm not sure ifthat's a promise or a threat." She laughed.
"Both," I answered as I opened the bedroom door. On the bed was a small cardboardbox, the something special I had ordered for her weeks ago. The miracle ofthe internet, virtually anything can be found if one uses the right searchkeywords. She arched her eyebrows in a question when she saw the box but saidnothing. "It's for you," I told her.
She started to reach for it. "What is it?" she asked.
"Not yet." I pulled her back using the grip I still had on her arm. "It'ssomething I want you to wear tonight." The box was far too small and the wrongsize to hold any type of clothing she could think of. "I want you to wear itfor me. And, umm, nothing else. So you'll need to get those clothes off first.Then I'll show you what's in the box."
She looked at the box for a long moment before turning back to me. "Okay,if you want it, you get it." She started to unbutton her blouse. Being thegentleman I naturally offered my assistance. After about five minutes of touchingand giggling we managed to finish the job. She stood in the center of the bedroomfloor, clothes piled on the chair in the corner. "Y'know, I could have doneit in half the time without your help."
"And half the fun too, so don't complain." Her objections were hard to takeseriously when followed by giggling. "Hold out your hands, about so far apart." Iput her arms into the position I needed. "Now, feet a bit further apart. That'sgood."
My expression and tone of voice suddenly turned serious, necessary for thenext step. "You will be quiet and not speak or move. Hold that position untilI tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" Those were the code words that toldher I wanted obedience and no questions. She nodded, not being permitted tospeak. Her eyes were wide, following me as I picked up the box.
When I pulled out the handcuffs and chains her expression was one of shock,but I saw the first hint of excitement too. To her credit she didn't flinchas I opened the smaller cuffs and locked them on her wrists. She looked downat them for a moment, then back up at me. No distress or panic showed in herexpression, which told me I could proceed.
I moved around behind her and pulled the chain connected to the handcuffssnugly around her waist, forcing her bound wrists tight against her stomach.I used a small padlock to secure the ends of the chain behind her back. NextI knelt down and fastened the larger cuffs on her ankles. The connecting chainbetween her ankles was very short, no more than about two inches across, enoughfor her to stand but not walk. I double-locked the ankle and hand cuffs beforedropping the key in my shirt pocket. Her eyes followed the key.
I put my hands on her shoulders to keep her steady while I leaned back toexamine my handiwork. She was neatly packaged in the restraints, unable tomove or free herself. Her only hope of freedom was the key in my pocket. Icould see she knew it too, from the constant movement of her eyes from my faceto the shirt pocket and back again.
Through all this she had remained silent, per my orders. I expected no less,for she took pride in her obedience to me. For all the outward appearance weshowed to the public, of equal partners cooperating in a loving manner, behindclosed doors the equality was redefined by our specific places in our relationship,dominant and submissive. This moment was one where I chose to exert total control,and she willingly relinquished to me in turn. I straightened the hair aroundher face with one hand while holding her close to me with the other.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear, so softly she could barely hear. ButI felt a tremble go through her and knew she heard. I kissed her, slowly, deeply,holding her close to me. I could feel her hands press against my side. Theywould have been around my neck if she could reach, but in her current statea feathery touch was all she could accomplish.
I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom door. "Let's go watchyour movie. We have some dessert waiting too." With one arm under her backand the other under her knees I carried her out to the sofa. She leaned herhead against my chest and smiled up at me. No doubt she wanted to speak butI hadn't lifted the ban yet.
In the living room I sat her down and turned on the television and VCR. Itook the remote and placed it in her shackled hands. "You hold onto this fora moment. Don't go away, I'll be right back." She shook her head while frowningup at me. Sure, I knew she wasn't going to stand up and wander around, butI had to say it anyway. What's the point of having a helpless prisoner if youcan't enjoy it by reminding her?
I shoved the tape in the VCR slot before heading back to the couch and myplace next to her. I took the remote out of her hands and put it down. "Youhave permission to speak. For now." I put my arm around her shoulders and pulledher close. She felt good, a natural fit against me.
"You're really getting off on this aren't you?" She snuggled up against myarm. "You'll take care of me while I'm your captive?"
I hit the start button for the opening credits. "Yes I am, and yes I'll beright next to you all night. I feel pretty good, how about you? Anything pinchingor too tight?" I wanted her feeling dependent and vulnerable, but not in pain.
"No, I'm okay. How long have you been planning this? I certainly didn't expectit. Was the dinner a plot to lull me into a compliant state?" She managed ajab, more of a nudge, in my ribs.
"Months. And it worked, didn't it?" I put a hand over the cuff holding oneof her wrists. "I found a picture of these on the internet by chance one day.It stuck in my head. I decided I wanted to turn fantasy into reality. The restyou know. How does the reality feel?" I caressed her wrist, exploring the circleof steel imprisoning it.
"It's hard to describe. Scary, a little bit, but I feel safe as long as you'rehere. Powerless, like I'm paralyzed and can't move." Her other hand reachedout to touch my fingers. "Excited too, without my clothes it's very erotic.Whatever you do I can't even begin to resist you." She raised up her legs. "Andthose things," she nodded to the cuffs around her ankles, "I can't run awayeither. Or cross my legs, but then I guess there's no point in protecting mymodesty now." That last comment was followed by a girlish and embarrassed laugh.
The credits on the TV screen finished, so we began watching. It didn't takelong to realize having an attractive, and nude, woman sitting next to me wassomething of a distraction. The occasional small rattles as she shifted position,reminding me that she was bound in my chains, didn't help my concentrationeither.
About halfway through at a scene change I stopped the movie. "Time for asnack. How about some sopapilla and a glass of wine?" Istood up to go to the kitchen.
"Can I help?" she said in a dreamy voice. It seems she was unfocused too,or she would have realized how silly the question was.
"You stay right there. I insist."
"I think I can do that. You dominant types, always gotta be in charge. Ratherdo the work yourself than let me loose."
"Exactly. Glad you understand." I got out some butter and put it in the microwavealong with the sopapilla . It only took a few secondsto warm up. I poured two glasses of wine and took them out to the living room,then returned for the food.
Sitting on the couch, with nothing but the small bracelets on her anklesand wrists she was quite the picture, one I could admire for hours. I thinkit made her self-conscious, because she interrupted with a practical question. "Okay,it smells delicious and looks tasty, but how am I going to eat it? Did youconsider that in your months of planning?"
I sat down next to her and started to butter the pastry. "Yes I did." I brokeoff a piece and held it up to her mouth. "Open wide."
She hesitated at first but finally took a bite. Then she licked the butterfrom my fingers. Not only was she eating out of my hand but doing her bestto turn it into an extremely sensual experience. I left the movie turned offas we went through dessert.
Drinking from a glass took a couple of tries to get it right but she managed.A few drops spilled but I had a napkin ready. Dabbing up the red spots on herbreasts made it all worthwhile. I started to wonder if the spill was deliberateon her part, or an unconscious reaction on mine.
We had plenty of time for more intimate play later. I switched the movieback on after we finished. At some point the hand over her shoulders workedits way down to her breast, and the other one somehow was spread out over herknee. Neither of us was watching the movie.
I nibbled at an enticing ear before whispering to her. "Remember those teenagedays when you'd go out on a date to the movies? I was the type who behaved.Well, mostly. But what I wanted to do, what was going on my head, was this." Isqueezed her breast, hard, while pulling her against me. The hand on her legslipped down to caress the soft spot underneath her knee. She shuddered inmy grasp, a sharp ragged moan escaped from her closed lips, but otherwise shesaid nothing.
"What I worried about," I continued, my mouth nearly touching her ear, "wasbeing rejected. She might grab my hand and push it away, turning me down. Knowwhat makes this night special? You can't do that." My hand slowly ran up herinner thigh.
"Pl…Please…" Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged, gasping.I could feel the warmth of her skin. Her hands jerked against the restraintsbut she couldn't escape their hold.
I put a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Roughly I kissed her asthe other hand reached its destination. Her eyes flew open and stared intomine, scant inches away. "Remember this moment," I told her, punctuating eachword with a touch inside her. "Remember you belong to me, mind, body, and soul.Never forget I will claim what is mine whenever and wherever I wish."
She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but I stopped her. "No. No words." Istood up and gathered her in my arms. "Save them for later."
I carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind me. At somepoint the movie ended and the tape shut off. Neither of us heard it.
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