Gerald's Game

It wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but it sure was fun!

My husband Ron is a big fan of Stephen King's novels. After finishing Gerald's Game, a horror story about a bondage scene gone terribly wrong, he gave it to me to read, assuring me that I'd enjoy it.

I sure did. Bondage is definitely something I have always wanted to explore with him, but I'd never mentioned it before. I will admit that when we bought our current bed, I had chosen a wrought iron headboard for its bondage possibilities.

I assumed that by giving me the book to read, Ron had made the first move, So after I finished it, I asked, "Would you like to play Gerald's Game?"

"I guess so."

That was all I needed to hear. The next time I found an opportunity to visit an adult toy store, I bought some elegant silver vinyl wrist cuffs. I then went a regular hardware store for some associated hardware, figuring that ropes would be too complicated. I also wanted to be sure I could free myself if need be. Not that I thought Ron would come to the same end that Gerald had, but still. So I chose double-headed swivel clips and two D-shaped clips. I put everything into a little white box then planned my next move.

I found the courage to take the next step as I was preparing for an overnight trip away from home. I wrote a note that said, "Want to give this a try?" put it on top of the the box, and left the box on Ron's nightstand.

When I returned home, the first thing I did was check the bedroom. The box, minus the note, was on the lower shelf of the nightstand, beside the riding crop. So, the ball was in his court, and I waited anxiously to see what would happen after he'd had a chance to think about it.

No mention was made of the contents of the little box, though, so after a decent interval I brought up the subject while we were having dinner out one evening.

"Have you given any thought to trying out the wrist cuffs?"
"That's really not my kind of thing."

Oh. Not the answer I had expected. He could see the shocked expression on my face. Okay, we were in a public place so I couldn't sulk and cry, and he couldn't shout and walk away. I put on a convincing smile and tried the mature approach.

"How about if we just have a walkthrough. No sex, no spanking. Just try out the hardware. You might like it."

Silence.

Then, "Okay."

Whew!

A couple of days later, Ron announced that we would have a date the next afternoon "to try out those handcuffs". And we did.

The butterflies in my stomach were really going to town by the time we were ready to start. We both undressed, I lay down on the bed and Ron opened the white box. It took a couple of adjustments before the cuffs were tight enough. Then the hardware had to be fastened to them, and to the bed. It was a little complicated, and that was when the laughing and joking started. I was nervous and couldn't stop giggling as he struggled to assemble the pieces. He had to straddle me to attach the second restraint, and managed to anchor me so that my arms were much farther apart then I would have liked, but that was okay.

"Are you uncomfortable?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm going to go watch football."
"Hey! Come back here!"

Ron did get off the bed, and a mild wave of panic swirled through me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but heard a drawer open. He was back in a moment and I felt the leather paddle on my bottom. Then he began spanking me slowly. For a brief time the only sounds were the crack of the paddle on flesh and my gasps and moans.

Then there was another sound, low and far away. The telephone. Ron usually considers any phone call an annoying intrusion. This time, however, he was eager to get it. He stopped spanking and put the paddle down.

"It's probably for you. You'd better answer it", he told me, and proceeded to unfasten one of the restraints from the bed. Then he reached for the cordless phone, which wasn't there. I remembered where I had left it.

"It's in the kitchen."
"I'll go get it." Ron moved toward the door.
"That was the third ring. The machine will get the message."
"Don't you want to hear the message?"
"NO!!"
"You wanted to answer the phone."
Huh? "No, I didn't. Now get back here and tie me up!"

Not the way a woman should speak considering the position, but necessary, I thought. Ron reattached the restraint, picked up the paddle, and resumed spanking. After a suitable amount of discipline, he put the paddle down, pushed my legs apart, and investigated. For someone who was doing something that wasn't 'his kind of thing', he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Of course, it wasn't my bonds that had aroused him, but my rosy red bottom. He pushed himself inside me and enthusiastically reached an orgasm.

Then it was my turn, and I was very ready. But no sooner had he dipped his fingers into my wetness and gently explored the vicinity than we were treated to more unwelcome sounds. The dogs had started barking furiously.

Great. From were they had been sequestered before we adjourned to the bedroom, it could only be one thing. Ron stopped what he was doing.

"What's that?"
"There's probably someone at the door. Ignore it."
"Who do you think it is?" Oh, no, he was leaving again.
"Probably the same person who phoned. Maybe the mailman. Who cares? Just be quiet and they'll go away."

So we both held our breath and waited. The barking stopped. The caressing resumed, and I relaxed. Yes, this was definitely more like it.

Mmmmm.

After Ron had freed me, he quickly dressed and rushed off to release the hounds, check for messages, bring in the mail, and probably watch football. I rolled onto my back, slowly unbuckled the cuffs and thought about it all. It hadn't gone too badly for a first attempt. We had laughed a lot and broken the ice. I was pretty sure there would be a next time, if I asked for one. Maybe we weren't ready for ankle cuffs just yet, although I could always look, and if I saw some on sale......