A Matter of Trust

‘Marriage is,’ May said with a thin smile, ‘a matter of trust.’ 
Eyes flittering over her husband’s naked body as her thin smile broadened into a triumphant grin.

Grant, naked on the large bed, hands shackled behind his back, was very helpless. His puzzled eyes stared at his wife as he wondered what May was going on about. This night was not going according to plan; he should be fucking by now! His cock was hard – May was delicious in her black lingerie – and it was Saturday night! Why weren’t they fucking?

In Grant’s mind, the marriage had improved somewhat over the past few weeks when May, apparently, discovered her kinky side. Last Saturday night had been great with Grant tying May to their bed with silken scarves before fucking her until he experienced a mighty orgasm.

This week, May had suggested that she tie him up and tease him. Grant, eager for sex, had agreed but had been vaguely surprised when May had produced the shackles.
And after restraining his hands, she rattled on about trust and other bollocks!
‘What do you mean, honey?’ Grant asked, wondering why women choose the most inopportune time to discuss things that are important to their flighty minds but, actually dull as dishwater to the superior male mind. 

He wryly remembered when he had been fucking Joan, his secretary two weeks ago, she had asked him if he loved her. Loved her! Right in the middle of fucking! Talk about spoiling the bloody moment! Women don’t have a bloody clue!

‘Marriage,’ May said, bending to fasten shackles to Grant’s ankles, ‘is built on trust. It’s rather obvious - well, it is to me.’
Grant watched her fasten the shackles, his eyes flitting back to her buoyant breasts that threatened to spill from the black lace bustier. 

She brushed her long blonde hair back with her fingers, smiled at his ankles and said, ‘there. Try to move your legs.’
Grant tried and found they were fastened as tightly as his hands.

‘Good,’ May said, standing and Grant found his eyes were level with the lace panel of her panties, framed beautifully by the black lace straps of her suspenders that led to the dark nylon band of her stocking tops.
‘I have some more treats for you, darling,’ May said rummaging in the large department store shopping bag in which she had transported the shackle. It was incongruous to see her remove fiendish articles from a bag with a revered and well-known conservative brand name on its side.
‘Do you know what this is?’

Grant stared at the contraption of straps and meta rodsl and shook his head.
‘It’s a harness for your head,’ May said with a sly smile, ‘it will keep your head perfectly still.’
‘Now look, May,’ Grant said, deciding that enough was enough and May smiled when she saw his cock wilt a little.
‘That’s for later,’ she said, ignoring him and placing the neck harness on the bed. ‘Time for this!’

This was a ball gag and Grant instantly recognised it for what it was.
‘May, there’s no need…’
‘There’s every need, darling,’ May said softly, moving close, her nylon leg brushing his thigh and Grant’s eyes widened as the gag moved closer. ‘Open wide.’
‘No…honey…no…’

His protests assisted May’s goal and enabled her to push the ball gag firmly into Grant’s mouth, buckling it tightly behind his head.
Smiling with triumph, May sat back on her heels, her knees turning pale under the black nylon and looked at her husband. 

‘Try to say something, darling,’ she urged, the smile now forming a grin, ‘it doesn’t have to be anything profound.’
Her fingers found his testicles and Grant felt her warm hand close around his precious yet vulnerable maleness. 
‘Perhaps a squeeze on the family jewels will help you find something to say?’
Grant’s eyes bulged and he tried to say, No, don’t! However, he sounded like a drunken monkey asphyxiated with a pillow filled with damp straw!

May laughed delightedly, her fingers fell away from Grant’s balls and she clapped hands in a gesture reminiscent of a schoolgirl.
‘That’s priceless! Excellent!’

She watched her husband coming to terms with his predicament – naked, restrained and gagged – while she, his wife, was free and, for the first time, in control. His eyes filled with anger and he sent wave after wave of mental heat in her direction.

May didn’t appear to recognise her husband’s mental weapon and condescendingly patted his cheek.
‘Poor little boy,’ she said in mocking Mummy tones, ‘is it all going wrong? Is little Granty feeling a little scared?’
She laughed and swung off the bed.
‘As I said, my darling husband, marriage is built on trust. It’s what makes the relationship survive. Unfortunately, I’ve discovered over the years that you haven’t actually been that trustworthy.’
Grant blinked. 
What was going on? What did she say?
‘Yes, darling, I’ve known for a while about your sexual escapades and, as a dutiful wife, I thought if I kept quiet you’d get over it in time and settle down.’
She ran a long fingernail down his thigh.
‘I was a silly muffin, wasn’t I?’ May giggled at her naïve stupidity for a second and then looked around the room in a businesslike manner. ‘I need you in that corner but let me put this on you first.’
Grant twisted and turned as May began to fasten a thick leather collar around his neck.
‘Stop being a wriggle bunny! It’s going on whether you want it or not!’

As his wife buckled the collar on, Grant felt the major first pangs of fear – no more little nervous flutters in his stomach – this was naked fear! May’s cold eyes looked down at him as she connected a long leather strap – more like a leash – to the collar.
‘Now,’ May said in a serious tone, ‘I need you on your knees in that corner.’
Grant spluttered protests but the gag made his words unintelligible.
‘We can do it the easy way – well,’ May giggled, her breasts jiggling in the bustier, ‘easier – or the hard way. You can either help me or I’ll just roll you off the bed and you could land with a thump on your face or on this!’

Her fingers encircled his hard cock and May languidly pulled it once or twice, eliciting a small muffled moan from her gagged husband.
‘I wonder if it would snap off if you landed on it?’ May said with a giggle and a horrified Grant gaped at her. ‘It just might bend into a right angle – you’d have a G-spot dickie!’
May laughed delightedly at that while Grant stared at her with naked terror.
‘I’ll swing your legs over the bed and we’ll see if you’ve decided to help me.’
What choice did he have?
He watched his wife walk past, her sexy bottom jiggling in the black panties and moved his legs off the bed.
Grant felt the floor under his bare feet.
‘Kneel down there and walk on your knees to the corner.’

He looked wildly at her and May, hands on hips, stared coldly back.
‘If you don’t, I’m going to get my curling wand, heat it up and play with your dickie!’
He looked up at her hard eyes and, intuitively, knew his wife wasn’t joking!
That was all it took and Grant shuffled over the floor, hard dick bobbing in the night air while his wife watched.

‘Turned around and kneel on this pillow,’ May said, dropping a pillow onto the floor. Muffled sounds of protest leaked from the gag but Grant did as he was told. 
May leant over him to do something behind him with the leash, her leg brushing his face and Grant inhaled her perfume. His cock twitched and May smiled down at it as she stood up, panty-covered groin close to his face.

‘The leash is locked on to the window latch so you can’t go anywhere.’
Grant tried to move but the leash kept him in position.
‘I’ll put the harness on and then we’ll have a little talk.’
She walked away and Grant watched sadly as her bottom wiggled within the panties. He had a feeling he wasn’t getting into those panties tonight!
What was going on in her mind? 
She knows about my affairs?
What will she do? Spank me?
His cock twitched at the thought as May walked back with the harness in her hand and squatted down next to him.
His eyes fell to her breasts and she smiled.

‘You’ll get to see them later, darling, but not how you intended,’ May said as she began to fasten the strange leather harness with short slim metal poles around his head.
Grant moved his head this way and that to prevent her and May stopped. 

‘It’s going on, darling,’ she said in a quiet voice. ‘If I have to kick you in your precious balls first and then put it on when you are incapable, I will! Believe me! Your choice.’
May stood up and Grant inadvertently glanced down at her black high heel shoes.
‘If you’re going to let me fix the harness on you, nod.’

Grant tried to cry out to his wife, to beg her not to but the steely look in her eyes told him that May meant everything she said.
Slowly, he nodded.
‘Good boy,’ May said, squatting again, presenting Grant with a view of her black panties stretched tightly over her pussy as she fitted the strange harness to his head.
‘There,’ she said after a few moments and standing up, ‘all done.’