Safe World (F/M, M-solo)
"Pumpernickel"
"Mmrrph?"
Long hair tickled my face as I heard the safeword softly whispered back into my ear "pumpernickel."
This time, I simply gave a single small nod, with my otherwise harnessed and near immobilized head.
I heard the buckles of my panel gag head harness being undone and the blindfold I had over it lifted away. Off to my right, next to our Queen-sized bed, stood my lovely wife in a business attire, black tights and pumps, knee-length grey skirt, and white blouse. She had undone her long, curly ginger hair from the bun she had earlier that morning, but it was her deep emerald eyes glistening with tears that caught my attention.
I spat out the wet sponge I had placed in my mouth an hour earlier when I tied myself to the bed. "Rough day?"
"Just hold me."
***
An hour and a half earlier, after I had gotten supper for later in the evening ready, I made myself ready for a tie-up game my wife and I had played many times before. As we had agreed the morning before she left for work, on a day that I had off, I would complete some household chores and then tie myself to our bed for some kinky fun upon her return. I had followed her instructions to the letter.
First, I quickly showered and groomed myself. Thoughts of my wife having her way with me in a couple of hours were kept in check by the chastity cage around my cock. The cage didn't so much prevent erections as made them very uncomfortable unless endorphins from kinky play ran high. So I mostly focused on getting every nook and cranny of my body clean for her.
Next I got dressed in my wife's favourite outfit to find my all tied-up in, which coincidentally was also mine: opaque navy-blue tights, with a matching coloured long-sleeved, mock-turtlenecked leotard over the tights, followed by a waist cincher, and finished off with a locking bondage belt around the cincher. Next, I took a clean wet sponge and inserted into to my mouth, and then put on the head-harness with panel gag to hold the wet sponge in place.
In our bedroom, everything was ready. I positioned myself along the centre of our bed, and proceeded to tie my ankles together with a 5-metre length of braided 9.5mm red-coloured nylon rope. Two more coils of 6-metre length each, of the same type of rope, I used to bind my legs further together above and below the knees.
With some effort, I then used a final length of white rope this time, also 9.5mm tick braided nylon, to tether my ankle binding to the central wooden slats of our bed's footboard. Lying down on my back, I took a look at the clock on the left nightstand and saw that my wife would be home within 30 minutes.
Wanting to make certain that I would be inescapably trapped for at least a few minutes before my wife came home, I grabbed the padded black leather wrist cuffs near me and buckled them on, followed by locking the small padlocks in place. I then grabbed from above my head another length of white rope that was already secured around the headboard's central slats and tightly tied its loose ends through the top ring of my head harness.
Next, I easily managed with both arms to stretch my left arm out towards the left post of the headboard where a metal handcuff already had one of its ends locked around the post and the other end open and ready to be threaded through one of the D-rings of my left wrist cuff. Having done this dozens of times before, it took little effort for me to lock my left arm into place, outstretch toward the left post.
The blindfold and right arm would be more of a challenge, but not impossible as I have managed many times before. I took a good look at where the right handcuff had been positioned, and then with my one free arm I pulled up the simple blindfold (one of those cheap ones you get on trans-Atlantic flights, with an elastic loop) that was dangling around my neck, up to my eyes, adjusting it with my one free hand to ensure it stayed in place.
Finally, carefully stretching out my right arm towards where I estimated the right handcuff to lie, and once reaching it, with many a twist and turn of the wrist and fingers, I managed to thread the open end through.
"Click-Click-Click!" Such a satisfying sound, the final locking into position of my inescapable predicament. Only my wife, or our emergency backup plan should my wife not be able to make it home a the appointed time, could release me now.
Thoughts of my wife finding me bound and gagged, totally at her mercy, with her choice of whether she would eat the prepared supper first without me, before having her way with me, or have her way with me first, excited me, causing my erection to painfully yet pleasurably strain against the locked chastity cage. I enjoyed the discomfort it provided, but then my thoughts slipped to that backup plan and dread filled me.
***
We never had to resort to the backup plan, thank fate, as it would had been most embarrassing for me. My wife's mother had the keys to our house, and on that set of keys were also, I hoped yet unknown to my mother-in-law, the keys to the padlocks now securing my wrist cuffs. My mother-in-law is a kind and sweet soul, always supportive of her daughter and me. Yet I never told her myself of what her daughter, now my wife, and I have been up to during our courtship and then married life. While she never came over uninvited, I dreaded the thought that she would or would have to as part of our backup safety plan. However, my wife insisted if we were to play such games as now, and I agreed. When the keys were handed over to my mother-in-law all those years ago, she only asked once what those small padlocked keys were for. "You'll know, if the need to use them arises" my wife had said. Mother-in-law had just nodded, and didn't say a word.
***
As I lay there bound to our bed, oscillating between excitement of my wife's return and dread of having to be freed by my mother-in-law in stead, or worse, I finally heard the clatter-clatter of high-heeled shoes approaching our bedroom door. Slower than usual, yet still the familiar gate of my wife's footfalls. The door opened, and I could hear her slowly walking towards the foot of our bed. She stopped there for a moment and as her fingers gently stroked the encased soles of my bound feet, my body tensed, electrified by the ticklish sensations. Oh this will be so fun I thought to myself, as I craved to be tickled senseless.But my wife didn't continue the tickles. Instead, her slow steps resumed towards the left nightstand. I heard her grab the padlock keys that lay there, and then the clicking open of the padlock securing my left wrist cuff, followed by its buckle being unfastened. I kept my arm still.
I heard her then walk slowly back around the footboard and the right side of our bed. Her sweet perfume fills my senses as her long hair brushes against my face.
"Pumpernickel"
***
"Just hold me."
With my right arm still locked to the right post of the headboard, legs still bound together at secured to the footboard, I manage to turn over to my right side, ready to spoon her. With as compassionate a look as I can muster, without saying a word for she expects none, I invite her into my embrace.
Kicking off her shoes, she climbs into bed, lying down with her back to me, head resting on my outstretched right arm, as I spoon her and with my left arm, the only one free, and embrace her tightly against me, softly kissing the back of her neck.
"Tell me our world is safe, tell me sweet, lovely things."
"You are home now, sweet love. Our safe place." I say as I continue giving her soft kisses.
I whisper tender sweet things to her, reminding her of all the sweet moments we have shared. I remind her of how much I love her, worship her; that she is my world, and so long as we have each other, we can find safe haven in each other.
Whatever has upset her, be it at work, or the way home, she will reveal, or not, as is her prerogative.
She has used our safeword.
My job, nay, my joy, my prerogative now, is to console my wife, and to make her feel safe within my embrace.
The End
Love to be tied-up