Stories of Tie Up Games

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“Well, that’s two and a half hours of my life I won’t be getting back” muttered John as the credits to the last James Bond Film “No Time to Die” started. “But you were the one who was keen to watch the film” said Janet, as she leafed idly though the latest copy of Hello magazine. Janet had started watching the film but had lost interest halfway through. “It’s not like the early Bond films” continued John. “No fun jeopardy of Jimmy B such as in Goldfinger strapped to a table with a laser warming his gnads or fabulously dressed Bond girl accomplices like Diana Rigg in the stock car racing scene in On Her Majesties Secret Service.” “Well listen to Mr. Kinky over there” replied Janet with eye brow arched“ who would think you would like to be made helpless while thinking of Mrs. Peel (ref the original Avengers series) dressed in motoring overalls, how strange?” “Looks like you haven’t seen that James Bond film then” replied John. “Anyway, time for bed, remember I need to be up early tomorrow for my business trip with the new boss.”

Later as Janet and John were settling down to sleep after a session of rewarding, but repetitive sex after 3 years of being married Janet thoughts drifted back to the throw away comments John had made after the film. So, John might like a bit of restrictive practices in the bed room. He’s away for the next couple of weeks, that gives me enough time to do a bit of research and maybe purchase a few bits and bobs. You know a girl always likes to shop! I might have to watch that other James Bond film and get an idea of the type of racing overalls Diana Rigg wore in that early film.

Early next morning John gave his wife a loving kiss and quietly slipped out of the bed, showered and got ready to leave on his business trip. Before he left, he returned with a cup of tea for Janet just in time to see her stretching and waking up and thought what a lucky chap I am to be married to this beautiful dark haired lovely. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, do you have any plans while I’m away?” “Oh, nothing special” murmured Janet, who worked in the Accounts Department at the local hospital. “I’ll probably catch up with Tina and do some retail therapy, you know nothing fancy.” “Sounds good” said John “But don’t let Tina lead you astray, the jet set life she leads seems to get her involved in a fair number of lurid escapades.” Tina was an air stewardess; she and Janet had got to know each other in school and shared an intimate connection with each other including borrowing clothes for special occasions.

Later that day as John was at 30,000 feet enjoying the perks of Business class Janet was settling down to google the James Bond film On Her Majesties Secret Service. I’ve never heard of this one mused Janet and as the opening sequences came along she struggled to recognize the actor playing James Bond. With a bit of judicious fast-forwarding Janet found the part of the film with Diana Rigg driving a sports car in a race. “Wow” spluttered Janet “those are not a pair of poorly fitting oily overalls” as she stared at the natural red fox fur coat and hat that Diana Riggs character “Tracy” was wearing for this sequence. So does this mean my husband and love of my life has been hiding a deep erotic desire to be restrained and lightly tortured by a beautiful woman wearing a fur coat. I suppose thought Janet when thinking about a number of incidents in their relationship this perhaps makes a bit of sense. When Tina came round that time wearing that faux fur jacket and black high heeled knee boots, John got a bit flustered and tongue tied and almost ran out of the room and for last year’s Christmas present he bought me those black leather gloves with what he assured me was faux fur trim, which I always thought was real fur and how disappointed he was when I said I didn’t have any outfit to go with such exotic gloves. Maybe he was trying to create his own powerful dominating woman. I know that when I have privately worn the gloves a couple of times, just to see how they feel, they have given me a shiver of excitement. Well maybe its time I looked at completing the “look.” I can borrow Tina’s boots and I have the gloves, so all I need is a big fluffy coat and some restraining bits and bobs. Now I imagine that almost anything can be found on eBay and Amazon and those sites will do for research purposes, I must remember to log in with that Incognito mode setting that John showed me that time I crept up behind him when he was looking at something on the iPad. But once I’ve done my research where can I get such items that will not leave an electronic trail that John might see while he is away. Where in this modern world could you buy this sort of stuff for cash? I know maybe that new Antiques and Antiquities store that has just opened in town. When driving past I’ve noticed a fair amount of retro clothing in the window, might be worth a look and I imagine they will be happy to take cash.

Next day being a Saturday found Janet out and about bright and early looking at the Store front of “Emma’s Antiques and Curios.” Okay, nothing ventured, nothing gained though Janet as she pushed open the door and entered a slightly musty smelling emporium of all sorts. After a while Janet found a clothing section and within it saw a ¾ length brown possibly rabbit fur coat. This is the type of thing a granny would wear to go to the Bingo thought Janet, but I suppose I should try it on. As she lifted the coat of the rack, she felt the weight of the coat and as she slid her arms into the coat sleeves thought perhaps all the granny’s that wore such coats had strong constitutions. I suppose its feels okay, in fact I quite like running my hands through this old fur, lets see if I can find a mirror to admire myself. As Janet was walking round the shop looking for a mirror she noticed a rather attractive auburn-haired middle-aged woman appear from behind a screen. “Hello there, I’m Emma of Emma’s Antiques and Curios can I help you?” “Yes” said Janet. “I know it sounds a bit weird but I am looking to buy a real fur coat, they don’t tend to sell such things on the high street anymore. I was just looking for a mirror to check the look of this coat.” “No problem” said Emma “There is a full-length mirror just round that corner if you would like to have a look. Now you might just be in luck as I have just completed a house clearance and that included a couple of fur coats, I think the fur might be fox, but I don’t have much knowledge of such things. Go and have a look at that old rabbit coat and I’ll bring these other coats out from the back.”

Janet went and found the full-length mirror and when looking in the mirror realised that she was almost subconsciously running her hands through the fur on the opposite sleeves of the coat. I wonder how it would feel with the collar turned up she mused and upon turning up the collar could feel the fur caressing her cheeks, oh wow that feels good, sighed Janet feeling a powerful tingling sensation course through her body. Gosh this does feel good. Just then Emma returned with 2 voluminous coats, one a silvery colour and the other a more natural looking fox colour, similar to the one worn by Diana Rigg.

“Wow” said Janet slipping her arms quickly out of the old rabbit coat, “this is a step up from Conference League to Premier Division.” “Which one would you like to try on first?” said Emma. “Let’s try the reddish one,” said Janet. Emma draped the silver fox coat over a suitably located chair and held the red fox open for Janet to slip her hands into. “Oh my goodness” exclaimed Janet “I feel so wonderful and powerful in this coat” staring at herself in the mirror reminded her of seeing the likes of Joan Collins in the 1980’s TV Soap Operas, in full on diva mode. If I get something like this John had better watch out thought Janet. A coat like this, Tina’s boots and those kinky gloves will turn me from Suburban home maker and Hospital Accounts Manager into a dominating controlling sexual Venus. “I’ll take it” said Janet in a rushed breathless manner. “Hold on” said Emma why don’t you try on this silvery/grey coat. I think is might suit your darker hair colour and it’s a bit longer so might come down to your knees. I think it would look lovely on you.” Secretly Emma was thinking how lovely the red fox was and how she would like to be enveloped by it. “Oh okay” said Janet, looking again at the confident assertive version of herself in the mirror, as she did a little twirl and saw the hem of the coat splay out. She reluctantly slid out of the red fox coat and placed it on another suitably located chair as Emma held up the silver fox coat for Janet to try on. As soon as Janet pushed her arms into the sleeves she felt that tingling sensation again, OMG she thought, if I’m not careful I’m going to have a moment here and now in this shop, hold yourself together girl. Emma let the full weight of the sumptuous coat rest on Janet's shoulders and both women just stared into the mirror for a long moment. “Gosh you were right” said Janet “this is the one, its fabulous. When I run my hand along the sleeves, they almost disappear into the thick fur pelts and as you say with it being a bit longer it comes down to my knees and how this lovely collar caresses my face. “Yes, I would say this coat is a perfect fit for you” said Emma, with a hint of relief in her voice. “I imagine the coat can be worn smart casual with jeans as you are wearing it now or for more formal dinner date type of occasions.” Well, I don’t think I’ll be wearing this coat outside of the safety of our house thought Janet, I don’t know if I would have enough confidence to strut around in such a beautiful coat, unless I channel my inner Joan Collins… And anyway, I’m not sure that either smart casual of formal would fit the usage I have planned for this fabulous statement piece.

“Okay I think you have a sale, I’ll take the grey fox coat,” said Janet. Ever the helpful shopper Janet took the old rabbit fur back to its hanging spot and went to find Emma at the cash desk ringing through the sale. Do you mind me paying cash said Janet pulling a sizeable wad of 20-pound notes from her handbag thinking that there was no better use that she could think of to spending Johns annual bonus that he had not yet earned this year. “That’s no problem” said Emma although I will have to check to see that they are not fakes.” I hope they aren’t thought Janet it required a couple of days and maximum cashpoint withdrawals to gather that amount of notes together. As Emma was placing the silver fox into a luxurious looking clothes carrier Janet had an inspirational thought “I know this is a bit of a strange thing to ask but I don’t suppose you have any restraining gear such as handcuffs anywhere in this fabulous shop of yours?” “Funny you should ask that question” said Emma “as part of the same house clearance I came across something that might suit you, just bear with me.” And with that Emma again disappeared behind the screen and returned a few minutes later carrying a black guitar case. Strange thought Janet, I wonder if Emma is slightly deaf, or deranged oh well today was going so well. “Here we are” said Emma lifting the case onto the cash desk. She expertly spun the guitar case around to face Janet and snapped open the clasps holding the lid of the guitar case down “I think there might be something in her that might be what you want.” On lifting the lid of the guitar case Janet let out an involuntary gasp, inside was an array of black leather and metal restraints and numerous other items that Janet struggled to understand what they were, never mind what they could be used for. What she did see and recognize was a number of old-fashioned school canes with the curved handles, which just fit snugly along the length of the guitar case. “Wow, where to start,” said Janet. “Well, I think there are some magazines in there towards the bottom” said Emma “I had a quick look, some are titled Madam Sadie Sterns Weekly and others have titled like Goddess and Domina, almost like an instruction booklet for this restraining stuff. Would you like any of it, Mrs. er.” “Oh, call me Janet” said Janet “I know it’s a bit mad but I think I’ll take it all including the guitar case, if that’s okay with you?” Yes, that’s fine, I’ll just work up a price for you, replied Emma “May I ask why you are buying these items, are you into amateur dramatics or something?” “You could say that Emma” said Janet with a knowing look.

As Janet left the shop, she looked back at Emma who was standing in the doorway holding the red fox coat with a faraway look in her eyes. I get the feeling that Emma will be putting up a “closed for lunch” sign and be trying on that coat mused Janet as she purposefully walked to where her car was parked, even though it was barely 10:30 in the morning. Anyway, I’ve got some homework to do before John returns, to turn myself from Janet the mild-mannered suburban home maker and accountant into Goddess Jan, fur clad mistress of all she surveys.

To be continued (hopefully depending on feedback)

It seems this woman is a thorough planner...

Yeah I wished someone made this kind of effort for me

great story

What an excellent 'debut!' Superb. Oh, and by the way, i AM old enough to remember Diana Rigg, ( i'm in my 60s now ) as the leather clad Emma Peel! Thanks for reminding me, because she was HOT!

Oh wow I can’t wait for this

My my, I'm hooked already. OHMSS is my favourite Bond film! That whole scene where Tracy (Diana Rigg) saves Bond from the villians just came vividly back to mind

Argh! A devious cliffhanger!! Excellent start. Keep it going......

I can already imagine her saying: I want you to submit! Mr Bond...

Janet and John do Femdom in Fur Part 2 Janets Transformation

A few weeks later, John is driving home from work, another difficult day completed, no thanks to my new boss and overlord Thomas “call me big T”, what an egotistical micromanager he is. I can think of many words that the “T” can stand for. Anyway, it will be great to be home and see what my lovely housewife Janet has cooked for my tea. John pulled his car onto the drive and entered the house, just as Janet was coming down the stairs with her yoga mat under her arm, her tight-fitting yoga top and tracksuit bottoms showing off her lovely lithe figure. “Well hello beautiful” said John, “off to do some more wriggling and downward face dogging”. Hm thought Janet he says this every time he sees me in my Yoga gear, it wasn’t all that amusing all those years ago, maybe he needs a bit of re-training…

“I’ll see you later on, there are plenty of microwave portions in the freezer for you to choose from. Don’t make a mess in the kitchen, see you later” and with a brief peck on the cheek Janet swept pat John, left the house and got into her car and started the ignition. No Yoga tonight thought Janet, the exercise I have in mind might have someone else wriggling a bit as she headed towards Tina’s flat to transform herself into Domina Janet, mistress of control.

John meanwhile had microwaved a meal and was eating this while thinking about “going Incognito” and doing a bit of Internet relaxation, considering his options. Maybe I’ll spend a bit of time with Holly Kiss and her Weekly Fur Worship video thought John. But I’ll catch up on the football highlights first, Janet is not normally back from her Yoga for a couple of hours. I am a lucky guy that she keeps so fit and nimble, maybe I should try a little harder, I know I might be getting a bit rounder round the edges, but isn’t that part of growing older?

A while later just as John was about to re-acquaint himself with Holly the front doorbell rang. It’s a bit early for Carol Singers thought John (as it was mid-October) who could it be. John went to the front door and through the opaque glass he could see a single figure, on opening the door Johns heart literally skipped a beat. There standing before him was his gorgeous wife, but transformed into a vision of his dreams. Janet was wearing a fabulous silver-grey fox fur coat with sumptuous collar, that reached down to her knees and below her knees, wow those boots look very similar to those fabulous “come fuck me” babies that Tina wore a while ago, in fact…. Also my beautiful wife is wearing those black leather gloves with fur trim (although John couldn’t see the ends of the gloves as they disappeared into the lovely thick fur sleeves of the coat) that I bought Janet on a whim last Christmas. John drank in this lovely sight and eventually made eye contact with Janet and saw a different Janet, she had her hair pulled back into a high pony tail and had applied her make up in a different fashion to how John normally saw her. Perhaps a slightly harsher look, with heavier eye make up, but wow didn’t she look commanding and dare he think it, dominant. “WoW” was all John could say after a few moments of drooling. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” said Janet “or do you want the neighbours to get an eyeful as well?” Janet could clearly see the effect she was having on her husband, noticing the sizeable bulge that had almost instantly appeared in his trousers on opening the door. “Yes, yes please come in” said John with a rather trembly dry throated voice. Janet stooped to pick up what looked like a guitar case and swept past John into the hallway. Funny, I didn’t know Janet played the guitar thought John, tonight is full of surprises, but lets concentrate on the here and now I can’t wait to get my hands on this wonderful woman and especially run my hands though that wonderful fur coat and then lead Janet upstairs for a good seeing to.

John lunged towards Janet who held him at arms length with one fur clad arm and leather clad hand. “Not so fast lover boy, you need to show proper respect to your wife, especially as tonight I am Domina Janet, goddess of all I survey, and that includes you!!.” With that Janet put down the guitar case and moved her gloved hand from John’s chest, up his neck and caressed the side of his face and then stepping closer brushed the sleeve of her fur coat over the side of Johns face while looking sternly into his eyes. With the addition of the 3” heels of Tina’s boots and John in his bare feet Janet shared the same eyeline as John, possibly for the first time in their relationship.

“Does that feel good, husband of mine” asked Janet as she caressed his face with both her leather clad hands, “or do you prefer the warmer touch of my beautiful fur?” “Oh Janet I can hardly speak” groaned John clearly looking uncomfortable and beginning to redden. John could feel a massive stiffy in his trousers, which he was not sure whether to feel proud of or slightly embarrassed. “Well perhaps that’s not such a bad thing” responded Janet “because sometimes actions speak louder than words and look at “Mr Sausage” down there. I didn’t think you were so big”. With this statement John reddened even further and to compound his discomfort Janet tantalisingly moved her right hand down from his face over his chest, slowly teasing a nipple through his work shirt on the way down until her gloved hand rested firmly on his trouser tent pole. “Looks like someone is pleased that Yoga was cancelled tonight. We need to think of some other ways to amuse ourselves and have a bit of a work out”.

“How about we go upstairs and I can show you a good time” stuttered John trying to regain some composure. “How about you only speak when spoken to” said Janet taking hold of Johns right ear with her gloved left hand and giving it a bit of a painful tweak, but also leaning in and giving John and firm, slightly harsh kiss, driving her lips against his and with open mouth darting her tongue into his mouth in a very aggressive forward manner. Wow thought John, this is a different version of Janet, I think I’m going to get to like ”Domina Janet”. John responded by intertwining his tongue with Janets and this sensual kiss seemed to last for ever until contact was broken and both took a deep breath. “Not bad lover boy, but I think you could do with a bit of practice kissing” said Janet. “I think you need to get down on your knees” and with saying this Janets left hand left his ear and moved to the top of Johns head and gently she applied pressure forcing John onto his knees. What a sight thought John, I am so much closer to those lovely boots, hem of this fabulous coat and can now see that Janet is wearing some patterned fishnet type stockings or are they tights? I wonder if or when I will find our which.

“Now you are in a suitable position to start your worship of me John” said Janet in a voice that suggested that argument would be futile and potentially very dangerous. “Let’s see how good you are at working to instructions. “I want you with your hands to caress these lovely black leather boots and practice your kissing technique by kissing around the tops of the boots, so I can feel your efforts through these lovely stockings that I am wearing”. Stockings thought John, my mind is going into overload here, I’m not sure I can take many more surprises without exploding. “Come on” said Janet rather impatiently “You really don’t want to keep me waiting!!.” With this encouragement John started slavishly kissing round the tops of Janets boots whilst running his hands up and down the black leather boots. Janet provided a healthy commentary, suggesting when John should slow down and linger or apply more pressure to his kissing technique and offer more tongue/polishing of the boots.

“That’s better” said Janet almost with a sigh after a while “I think you deserve a bit of a reward. You may move your hands higher and caress my fur covered waist with both your hands”. Yes Janet” responded John as his hands moved up her legs Janets stood back and with her gloved right hand gave John a gentler slap on the check “The proper response is “Yes Domina Janet”” said Janet. “Sorry Jan…. Domina Janet” whimpered John from his submissive kneeling position in the hall. “Right back to work” said Janet “Kissing my boot tops and caressing my fur covered waist. You do realise what a privilege this is don’t you John?”. “Yes Domina Janet” replied John as he shot back to kissing and caressing his fantastic wife.

Time for a bit of a reward for good behaviour thought Janet after a while. “Right, you are obviously enjoying yourself, no need to say anything, the state of your trousers tells me everything I need to know” said Janet as she took a step back from John and raised her black high heeled boot and gently caressed the front of Johns trousers with the pointed tip. “Oooh murmured John, please Jan…. Domina Janet that’s too good I think I might not be able to control myself if you carry on doing that”. “Oh come on” responded Janet “Here I am decked out in this fabulous knee length silver fox fur coat, lovely high heeled black boots and sumptuous black leather gloves and you don’t think you can control yourself. What a weakling you’re turning out to be. What has my strong virile husband suddenly become? It’s time for some reward, not necessarily for you but definitely for me. Get back into position and continue kissing my boots and caressing my fur covered waist”. John complied. “Now start kissing your way up my right leg, slowly and deferentially and with respect, aah that’s better.” John slowly and deferentially kissed his way up Janets leg until he reached her stocking top and hesitated. “Now continue kissing up my garter strap” instructed Janet and this John did until he got to the top of the garter belt. By this point his head was well and truly inside Janets silver fox fur coat and he could feel at smooth satin liner of the coat and this in conjunction with his continued caressing of the outside of the coat and the warmth within the coat was almost driving John into an out of body experience. I don’t know how much more I can take of this thought John, I’m such a lucky husband to think that Janet has picked up on all the little cues (and clues) I must have given her for her to realise my deepest fantasy, gosh I love her so much.

Apologies for not getting to the tie up bit quickly, but I think its important that John realises how lucky he is so he will then commit and submit to Janets needs willingly, as all good husbands should do.

Next chapter coming soon. Look forward to all your feedback D.

I enjoyed reading the first part, and i enjoyed reading this part too. Well done.

Chapter 3 – Restrictive Practices

“Now, kiss your way around my garter then down to my oh so lovely silky pants, Slave John” commanded Janet. Janet could feel a massive surge of energy through her body, which had built up in stages, from the anticipation of this evening’s activities, through the preparations at Tina’s flat, getting dressed up in this new and ever so expensive lingerie (thank you Mr. Agent Provocateur), donning Tina’s beautiful boots and slipping on Johns “I wish you could become my dominatrix” gloves and finally swathing herself in the beautiful sliver fox fur coat. Whilst driving home Janet could barely concentrate on driving well as she gently caressed her fur, especially over her silky pants. Must focus on my driving commanded Janet to herself, if I get pulled over by the police, I’m not sure how I will be able to explain myself - “I’m so sorry officer that I was driving so erratically I am heading home to test a theory that my husband has a secret fascination for fur clad dominant women.”

I must stop John and move forward with my plans thought Janet or I will soon reach climax and need to literally have a lie down -and that just won’t do with my plans for tying up John. “Stop that now” commanded Janet, taking a step back from John, causing his head to slide out from under her voluminous fur. “Look at me” and as John looked up Janet reached forwards and placing the leather clad fingers of her right hand under his chin and exerting a small pressure encouraged John to stand up. “My my, we still are standing rigidly to attention” said Janet slowly stoking John’s erection through his trousers with her left hand “I think its time to get you more uncomfortable.” What does she mean by that, wondered John, whose mind was slowly dissolving as it felt to him like half his blood flow was heading to his groin region. “Time to lose the shirt” said Janet as her gloved hands moved to the top button of Johns shirt and slowly, ever so slowly Janet unbuttoned John’s shirt while maintaining steely eye contact with him. “You undo the cuffs” commanded Janet and once John had done this Janet with a vigorous tug pulled his shirt down his back and so it was off his shoulders and upper arms but still bunched up on his lower arms, slightly restricting John’s arm movement.

“My, what hardened nipples we have” commented Janet as she gently stroked a leather hand and fur covered arm back and forth across John’s chest. “Oooh Janet, sorry Domina Janet” groaned John as he quickly corrected himself as Janets leather covered fingers lingered over his left nipple and applied a gentle pressure and Janet continued to gaze sternly straight at him “please can we go upstairs now and we can have some fun?”
“Fun? I think someone is telling me what level of “fun” you are having at the moment” responded Janet, arching her right eyebrow (as Sean Connery would occasionally do) and looking at his trouser tent pole. “I don’t think you have fully come to terms with our new power dynamic. Domina Janet will decide when we go upstairs for what you euphemistically call fun and only then. There is much more for you to enjoy or perhaps endure before then” and stepping back from John Janet placed her right hand in one of the front pockets of her silver fox fur and slowly removed from it the sort of sleep mask that is handed out to airline travellers. “I found this in your washing after your last business trip. I have read in Marie Claire (a lady’s magazine) that by removing one of the senses it heightens the others, so I want to see if the sense of touch through the combination of my leather gloves and beautiful fur heighten your sense of excitement, so what do you say guinea pig?” “Well I suppose if donning a blindfold is for valid experimentation purposes then why not” responded John. “That’s a good boy” purred Janet stepping around John and coming from behind slid the sleep mask over his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” laughed Janet as she waved her left hand in front of Johns face. “Not too many Domina Janet” replied John. The blindfold was good but he still had a bit of vision around the edges of the mask. “Now let’s get this shirt fully off” said Janet as she yanked Johns sleeves down his arms with a surprising amount of force, making John wobble and appreciate that with limited sight his balance was quite severely affected. “Oh, looks like you might be getting a bit cold” observed Janet, seeing goose bumps appear all over John’s skin, “maybe a bit of furring is what you need” and with that Janet stepped forward behind John so he could feel the full depth of Janets fur against his back and this enabled Janet to rub her fur covered arms up and down his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. “Aah Jan.. sorry Domina Janet” murmured John “this is almost unbearable, the feel of your fur on my naked skin is unbelievable” and with this John moved his hands to caress Janets fur clad arms. “Bad John!!” scolded Janet as she stepped back from him “who gave you permission to stroke my fur?” “Sorry Domina Janet, but you are driving me crazy, I can hardly think straight.”

“So, I must help you with your self-control” responded Janet, “let me see” and with this Janet moved towards the guitar case which had earlier she had placed on the floor of the hallway, spun it around so that when she opened it John, even if he was not blindfolded would struggle to see what was inside and rummaged around in the contents. What’s going on thought John, I heard the sound of two clasps being undone, I think I can see Janet looking inside the guitar case she bought in, Crickey I had forgotten about that bit of the night, what a strange time to play a tune? Janet lifted out of the guitar case what she wanted, placed some items in her coat pocket and moved back to John, he couldn’t see quite what she had in her hands, but it clearly wasn’t a guitar!!

“Hands out” commanded Janet and John instantly complied. He could feel something furry being placed round his right wrist and then tightened and maybe was that a metallic buckling sound and then a “click.” What’s that thought John, sounds like when I use the padlock on my bike, what’s going on, whatever it is it feels lovely and furry, quite comforting. “Now for your left arm” said Janet reaching into her pocket for another cuff and John had a repeat feeling of fur encircling his wrist and being tightened and “clicked”. Those fur lined black leather cuffs with metal buckles and additional padlock restraint look really good on Johns muscular wrists mused Janet, now for the fun part “right arms behind your back John” and as John complied Janet moved through his limited eyeline and before he saw her disappear behind him saw her reach again into her coat pocket. John felt Janets hands arrange his cuffed wrists behind his back and then heard a further “click-click” “What the!!” gasped John as he tried to move his now connected cuffed arms. “Shh” hushed Janet as she reached round John placing one gloved finger over his lips “Remember only speak when spoken to, or there will be consequences!” “Yes Domina Janet” replied John in almost a whisper.

“Now I think you are still a bit over dressed” continued Janet, from still behind John she reached round and down and unbuckled Johns trouser belt and with a threatening swoosh pulled his belt completely through the loops of his trousers in one swift movement. “Now what shall we do” asked Janet rhetorically as John was in no real position to dictate any further actions “I think trousers down” and with this Janet loosely looped Johns belt round his neck and reached round to undo his trousers allowing them to fall to the ground. “With that massive stiffy in your boxer shorts I might need to cut them off” stated Janet “Oh well we can but try” and with two gloved hands grasping the elastic on either side of Johns waist Janet quickly yanked down his boxers causing his erection to spring down and then bounce up and down a few times until horizontal equilibrium was regained. “Wow, that’s the biggest and hardest I’ve ever seen you” commented Janet. Pity I can’t see my enormous dong thought blindfolded John “Now shuffle our of your trousers and boxer shorts”. John complied and was soon stood before Janet cuffed and blindfolded and naked apart from his socks. “Now socks off, husband of mine and don’t think I’m going to lower myself (literally thought Janet) to remove them”. “But how can I with my hands restrained behind my back?” uttered John without much thought. “Such defeatist and disrespectful talk will not go without repercussions!!” scolded Janet. “I suggest you get down on your knees and reach back and remove your socks. You always make silly comments about my Yoga flexibility, maybe I should put you through your paces, now get to it!” The tone of Janets voice suggested to John that he better get on with it and he immediately fell to his knees and reaching back could just about remove his socks with a degree of effort and pain across his shoulders. “Now that’s better Mr naked” said Janet, “but I think a few more additions may need to be applied” and with this Janet returned to the guitar case and bought our almost matching cuffs, but these were slightly larger, not for wrists but for ankles and John again felt the furry encirclement of both his ankles, the cinching of the leather straps and the click of padlocks securing the cuffs. “Legs together” commanded Janet gently prodding the outside of Johns feet one at a time with her stiletto heeled leather booted feet. John then heard and felt the “click-click” of a connecting chain between his cuffed ankles. “Now that you are blindfolded, naked and cuffed at your wrists and ankles it is now time for some serious fur worship” said Janet. Crikey thought John, I wonder if she has the house bugged or maybe she can read my mind, that was exactly the plan I had to “go Incognito” tonight. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take thought Janet as well, here I am swathed in this fantastic cost, feeling like a million dollars with a naked and cuffed husband/slave with the biggest hard on I’ve ever seen. Now what treats shall we enjoy?

Well here we are with John finally restrained and Janet in control. What sort of treats shall they have. I have my own ideas, but if anyone would like to offer a suggestion I will see if Janet and John will perform it.

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Part 4: D = Discipline
“It is time to provide your fur goddess with her first orgasm, slave John” stated Janet adopting a very stern tone of voice. Wow thought John, where has my vanilla wife learn’t how to command me like this, is there such a place as ‘Domination School’. This is brilliant thought Janet, I can now have complete control over our sexual moments, no more rushed fore play and endless penile prodding, that thought made Janet giggle a bit. That won’t do scolded Janet to herself, Domina Janet needs to ensure that Slave John is kept off balance, both mentally and perhaps physically. “Shuffle forwards and kiss the tops of my boots again, Slave John and do a better job than before, more focus and subservience.” How do I achieve that thought John, oh well, slowly and more attentively I suppose. Once John had spent time kissing the tops of Janets boots she commanded him to work his way up her garter strap and then said “and now remove my pants.” “Yes Domina Janet” responded John enthusiastically “are you going to untie me?” “No silly” responded Janet “I expect you to use your teeth, now be gentle if you manage to nip or graze my lovely smooth skin there will be consequences….” “Yes Domina Janet” replied John, starting to fantasize and worry ever so slightly about what form these consequences could take.
It took a while for John to complete this seemingly simple task, all the while Janet was not helping by subtly moving away from John’s position so he had to almost constantly shuffle forward on his knees, everytime he did so the silky liner and furry hem of Janets Fox fur would rub against his skin, giving him a tremendous jolt of energy and maintaining his massive hard on. Eventually Janets silky panties nestled on the floor around her stiletto boots. Janet stood back so John’s head came out from under her coat. “I see you have managed to re-acquired some vision, that won’t do” said Janet “but first I want you to bring me to my first earth shattering orgasm of this evening, oh and it had better be earth shattering or else….” Yes, I know thought John, there will be ‘consequences’. John immediately returned under Janets silver fox fur and slowly kissed and nuzzled his way up Janets leg and then proceeded to lick and chew at her vagina in a feverish manner. “Slow down” demanded Janet “you are not chewing gum, I want slow deliberate licks as if you are licking the most beautiful ice cream you have ever tasted, I want little nibbles around my vulva, I demand you to use the tip of your nose as I would use a dildo to excite my ‘G’ spot, you do know where that is do you?” “Yes, I think so Domina Janet” replied John, trying to decide what his most favourite ice cream was. As John worked on his cunnilingus skills, Janet’s levels of joy increased and with a few further instructions of the faster, slower, higher, lower kind and with eventually ramming John’s head against her vagina pushing through her fur with her leather gloved hands she achieved an earth-shattering orgasm. “Wow, wow wow wow” breathed Janet in short rasping breaths, “Not bad slave John, with a bit more practice you might be able to fully satisfy me.” “Can we go upstairs now” came the muffled response from John, still held captive under Janets fur. “What was that, does slave John believe he has any say in what happens? I think not” responded Janet icily. With this she stepped back allowing a rather hot and red-faced John to emerge again from under her fur coat. Janet looked over to where her discard silky pants were. John followed her gaze “Go fetch” commanded Janet. “Now pick up those pants with your teeth” commanded Janet. Fortunately, Johns ‘airline blindfold’ had slipped slightly when he had been at work and he could easily see where the pants were on the floor, but John new better not to ask to be untied and shuffled with his cuffed hands and ankles to where the pants were and with no little difficulty managed to pick up Janets lovely silky pants. “Now for you to be quieter” said Janet leaning forward and slowly, ever so slowly pushing her pants completely into John’s mouth, until he could taste her warm moist femininity.
“Now that’s better” said Janet “no more silly questions. Now we need to sort out your returning eyesight” and with this Janet strode over to the open guitar case and leant down and after a short rummage straightened up with what looked to John like a large black leather pad with plenty of straps and a sheepskin covering on one side. “I think this is a more professional means of eyesight removal than this budget airlines offering” said Janet removing the original airline sleep mask. It wasn’t budget considered John, when travelling with the big boss we are privileged with proper business class, but with Janets knickers rammed in my mouth its perhaps not the time to correct her. Janet moved behind John, slowly tracing her free leather gloved hand across his chest and over his shoulder, neck and then grabbed his hair rather roughly and pulled his head back so he was staring into her deep serious eyes. Janet not saying a word but looking rather stern (she thought this was the best way to emphasize her dominance over John before his sight was removed) dispensed with the airline sleep mask and slowly bought the sheepskin face of the blindfold over Johns eyes taking him into total and utter darkness. Wow, I thought the ‘budget’ blindfold made me feel all tingly, but vulnerable at the same time thought John, this takes it to another level. He probably thinks this is it, considered Janet who had tested of all the bondage paraphernalia she planned to use on John herself. Placing the sheepskin blindfold over his eyes will make him a bit panicky, but excited all at the same time, just wait until he realises the blindfold is so deep it nestles over his cheeks and high on his forehead and then when I start to tighten the straps causing the sheepskin to compress onto his face that is when he will go to the next level of fear and anticipation, or so I hope.
As Janet tightened the straps John did indeed feel this greater sense of what? How could he describe the sensation of sexual excitement, his hard on was still massively ‘hard’ and he was trembling, though not through being cold, its sexual anticipation thought John, wow, I don’t know if I like this as much as I thought I would, where is Janet going to take this next. I’ve given her a good orgasm isn’t it now my turn for pleasure. How can I communicate my needs to Janet with her panties stuffed in my mouth? Janet completed tightening the last strap of the blindfold and walked round in front of John. “There, now how does that feel” said Janet slowly stroking John’s chest with her gloved hands and then circling his nipples and then gently teasing them before nipping them tightly between thumb and forefinger. “Aaah Janet” wailed John as her spat out her pants “that really hurts, can we go upstairs now so we can make love?”
“Make love, make love??” replied Janet in a rather mocking tone “Where do you think you are Mr? in some kind of Mills and Boon/Barbara Cartland romance story? No, you have willingly become the slave to Domina Janet and we both know you are absolutely loving it” and with this Janet stepped back and gently with the pointed toe of her right stiletto heeled boot tapped John a couple of times on his balls. “Ow, ow ow” replied John. “Oh, do shush” Said Janet “Well if you can’t keep yourself quiet, I suppose I need to do this for you as well” and with this John sensed Janet returning to the guitar case, having a further explore of its contents and then returning with a further device, all John could hear as Janet strode round and behind him was a bit of tingling as light metal catches rattling against each other. “Open wide lover boy” commanded Janet “Uh, uh” responded John, his lips firmly sealed “signs of rebellion” replied Janet “I’m glad you still have some fight left in you John, but as they say in the films resistance is futile, now open up” and with this Janets gloved left hand reached round and harshly squeezed Johns left nipple “Aah mmph” were the sounds John made as the pain sensation caused a scream to issue from his mouth to be quickly silenced by a rubbery bag being rammed into his mouth and the feeling of cool leather encasing his lower face, almost from the bottom of the blindfold to the base of his chin. This blindfold and gag combination almost fits John perfectly thought Janet, almost as if they had been custom made for John himself. John thrashed around for a bit until Janet secured the first of many straps that secured the gag and was able to then squeeze both his nipples simultaneously and suggest that he stop struggling, unless he wanted more pain. John took the obvious route and calmed down, thinking that all was not too bad, the blindfold was tightly strapped to his head and didn’t allow the smallest of chinks of light to penetrate (well isn’t that what blindfolds are supposed to do?) and the gag, as he decided this next piece of leather must be, again although it was tight over his mouth was not too uncomfortable.
“Now slave John, we need to continue with our torture training,” said Janet. Torture training thought John, I didn’t sign up for this, help get me out of here. “Ah Goldfinger you don’t expect me to talk” mimicked Janet “No Slave John, I expect you to be quiet until I decide otherwise” and with this Janet took hold of the bulb pump and starting pumping up the bladder of the inflatable gag that was resting in John’s mouth. What’s going on, thought John, panicked by this new sensation. I’m not sure about this, but what choice do I have, cuffed at my wrists and ankles, tightly blindfolded and now when will Janet stop making this gag expand. When should I stop thought Janet. When I tried out the inflatable gag on myself it did make me panic for a bit, but after a while I did get used to the sensation and with this thought Janet felt John’s right cheek with her gloved left hand as she continued the pumping up of the gag with her right hand. I think that’s just about it, John’s cheeks feel very tight, perhaps a couple more squeezes for luck, thought Janet. Now what shall we do to see how effective this gag is, I wonder….

So, we now have John well and truly under Janets control. As I previously said I have my ideas where this story is heading, but if anyone has any thoughts, I look forward to seeing them.