Alone with My Desires

I’ve been married for ten years now, and while we have a great life together, I can’t help feeling alone when it comes to one thing, fetish play. Tonight was different though; after the kids went to bed, I locked myself in our study, where I had set up a makeshift dungeon space with restraints, blindfold, and spanking paddle weeks ago. As I lay on the cold floor wearing only my wife’s red lacy bra and panties, the metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists and ankles. My heart raced as I imagined her walking in, but she never did. Instead, I spent an hour touching myself while imagining being tied down and spanked until I came hard, screaming for relief that no one would give me tonight.