Below is a short story I wrote. I'd love some feedback. This story is a practice story. I figure if I keep writing such stories and reading the feedback, eventually I'll post something which I'll be confident enough in to want to post it. Warning: All sex scenes are implicit. Not a stroke story at all.
Meatloaf
"You remember last April 1st when I promised I'd release you in one year? Well, I'm not releasing you at all. I love you too much to do so. Sorry. Oh, and April Fools!"
I was kind of unhappy to hear this statement from my wife, though it was probably the best April Fools joke I had ever heard. As much as I love bondage, one year straight was a bit much. Did I mention that this wasn't technically consensual? I guess I should start at the beginning.
Going back about a month before my wedding, I had dinner with my parents. As soon as I saw that my mother had cooked us meatloaf for dinner, I knew I was doomed. As best I recall, our conversation was as follows. My mother asked me, "Has your girlfriend ever made you meatloaf?"
I responded, "No mom. I'm sure I can get her a recipe, though. I'd rather worry about if after we're married." Speaking to Lisa, my then fiancee, I continued, "My parents are a bit obsessed with meatloaf. I thought I'd convinced them not to talk about it." At this, I glared at my mother.
She ignored me, and continued, "I can't believe you're marrying a girl who has never even cooked you a meatloaf. I know how much you love the stuff."
"Come on mom, " I responded. "Are you trying to scare Lisa away. Stop talking about meatloaf and eat it. "
The conversation continued along much the same line. My fiancee's face gradually took on a confused look. My father looked like he was going to burst out laughing. She giggled a couple times at the awkwardness. I'm sure she thought my family had a weird meatloaf obsession. I, on the other hand, knew that "cooking meatloaf" was code for tying someone up. A good indicator of how obsessed with bondage my parents' were is that my first word was 'meatloaf'. Not many kids have a two syllable first word.
Soon after, we were married. I admit I probably would not have ever had the nerve to mention bondage to my wife. I loved her a lot and was not willing to risk freaking her out. Fortunately, she mentioned it first. The day after our honeymoon was over, I woke up handcuffed to a poll, blindfolded, and gagged...a dream come true. I heard my wife's voice, "Darling, I've decided to keep you locked up for a year. I believe it will strengthen our marriage. I figure the only people who might notice anything amiss are your parents. So, I've taken the liberty of paying for a year long vacation for them. You know I can easily afford it and so do they. Your parents will be visiting Paris, Hawaii, the Caribean, and more! I'm sure they'll barely even notice you're gone! As for you, you're going to discover the joy of bondage whether you like it or not! I have oh so many toys for us to play with! Best of all, you only have to follow three rules! I'm making it so easy on you."
She continued, "Rule 1: There is no escape. I'm not sure what I'll do if you try to escape but you won't like it. I really love you. Please don't make me hurt you." At this, she pouted a little, but her pout was clearly fake. "Rule 2: You act normal. I expect you to act exactly as you would if you were untied. Even though you're tied up, there's still a lot we can do together. We can watch movies on TV, we can talk, and of course, we can do this." At this point, she gave me a passionate kiss over my gag. Lisa went on, "Rule 3: You do not mention the bondage at all. Simple, right? I'm going to take the gag off now. If you break the rules, back on it goes."
I was very excited, far too excited to follow rule 3. My dreams had come true! Besides, I kind of wanted her to put the gag back on. "Is this an April Fool's--" I got my wish.
A few weeks later, we had gotten into a routine. My wife would sleep next to me. Each morning, she'd wake up and remove my gag. We'd exchange good mornings. She'd make me breakfast in bed. We'd talk. We'd have sex (or she'd tease me). She'd untie my from the bed, tie or otherwise hobble my legs, and handcuff my hands together. I'd cook breakfast. She'd tie me to a random fixture of the house. If I was lucky or if one of my favorite shows was on, I'd be tied in view of the TV. Sometimes my hands would be in front, giving me access to the remote, a book, or a newspaper. While my wife would occasionally go out with friends or whatever, she usually stayed home to hang out with me. We'd eat lunch, have more sex (or teasing). We'd then proceed to talk for hours. It continues to shock me that I was able to talk to my wife four over 5 hours a day yet neither of us had yet run out of things to say. Of course, I never could say what was actually on my mind. After dinner, we'd watch TV together. Sometimes she'd rent a video, often a porno.
After nearly two months of this, I spoke to my wife, "Honey, would you mind picking up a birthday card for me? My mother's birthday is next week." This was my usually way of asking my wife to give me stuff. I might be the one stuck tied up but at least I didn't have to do any of the shopping or even most of the chores. To continue, my wife did get me a birthday card to give to my mother. I couldn't resist leaving a little secret message on the card for my mother. After the usual happy birthday wishes, I wrote a small postscript: "PS: My wife loves cooking meatloaf just as much as I love eating it. " My wife did send it, but she commented, "I don't even make meatloaf." I responded, "Yeah, and I don't really like eating it. So, the statement is true, as far as it goes. Besides, it will make my mother happy."
A few weeks later, my wife allowed me to use the computer to send emails to my mother. I bet she found it humorous that I talked about meatloaf just as much as my mother. I was beginning to understand her obsession. I'm pretty sure Lisa was completely clueless as to the hidden messages, mainly because she hadn't tried to punish me for them. My dad remained rather silent over the course of the email correspondence. I think he was eating just as much meatloaf as I was.
By the end of the year, I was kind of excited about being let free. I'd gotten to know my wife really well and I was even more in love than before. However, I kind of missed little things like movie theaters, and restaurants. Also, I really missed going outside. I always used to take being outside for granted. While I wouldn't say I was shattered by her statement, I would say I was kind of disappointed. Still, there was one thing I *could* do that would almost make up for it.
"April Fools! I love this stuff!"
My wife burst out laughing and pulled out a key. As she unlocked me, she spoke, "April Fools! I really am letting you out. I mean, you can only eat so much meatloaf."
We both were laughing for several minutes. My mother had told my wife the truth before we had even gotten married!
Meatloaf
"You remember last April 1st when I promised I'd release you in one year? Well, I'm not releasing you at all. I love you too much to do so. Sorry. Oh, and April Fools!"
I was kind of unhappy to hear this statement from my wife, though it was probably the best April Fools joke I had ever heard. As much as I love bondage, one year straight was a bit much. Did I mention that this wasn't technically consensual? I guess I should start at the beginning.
Going back about a month before my wedding, I had dinner with my parents. As soon as I saw that my mother had cooked us meatloaf for dinner, I knew I was doomed. As best I recall, our conversation was as follows. My mother asked me, "Has your girlfriend ever made you meatloaf?"
I responded, "No mom. I'm sure I can get her a recipe, though. I'd rather worry about if after we're married." Speaking to Lisa, my then fiancee, I continued, "My parents are a bit obsessed with meatloaf. I thought I'd convinced them not to talk about it." At this, I glared at my mother.
She ignored me, and continued, "I can't believe you're marrying a girl who has never even cooked you a meatloaf. I know how much you love the stuff."
"Come on mom, " I responded. "Are you trying to scare Lisa away. Stop talking about meatloaf and eat it. "
The conversation continued along much the same line. My fiancee's face gradually took on a confused look. My father looked like he was going to burst out laughing. She giggled a couple times at the awkwardness. I'm sure she thought my family had a weird meatloaf obsession. I, on the other hand, knew that "cooking meatloaf" was code for tying someone up. A good indicator of how obsessed with bondage my parents' were is that my first word was 'meatloaf'. Not many kids have a two syllable first word.
Soon after, we were married. I admit I probably would not have ever had the nerve to mention bondage to my wife. I loved her a lot and was not willing to risk freaking her out. Fortunately, she mentioned it first. The day after our honeymoon was over, I woke up handcuffed to a poll, blindfolded, and gagged...a dream come true. I heard my wife's voice, "Darling, I've decided to keep you locked up for a year. I believe it will strengthen our marriage. I figure the only people who might notice anything amiss are your parents. So, I've taken the liberty of paying for a year long vacation for them. You know I can easily afford it and so do they. Your parents will be visiting Paris, Hawaii, the Caribean, and more! I'm sure they'll barely even notice you're gone! As for you, you're going to discover the joy of bondage whether you like it or not! I have oh so many toys for us to play with! Best of all, you only have to follow three rules! I'm making it so easy on you."
She continued, "Rule 1: There is no escape. I'm not sure what I'll do if you try to escape but you won't like it. I really love you. Please don't make me hurt you." At this, she pouted a little, but her pout was clearly fake. "Rule 2: You act normal. I expect you to act exactly as you would if you were untied. Even though you're tied up, there's still a lot we can do together. We can watch movies on TV, we can talk, and of course, we can do this." At this point, she gave me a passionate kiss over my gag. Lisa went on, "Rule 3: You do not mention the bondage at all. Simple, right? I'm going to take the gag off now. If you break the rules, back on it goes."
I was very excited, far too excited to follow rule 3. My dreams had come true! Besides, I kind of wanted her to put the gag back on. "Is this an April Fool's--" I got my wish.
A few weeks later, we had gotten into a routine. My wife would sleep next to me. Each morning, she'd wake up and remove my gag. We'd exchange good mornings. She'd make me breakfast in bed. We'd talk. We'd have sex (or she'd tease me). She'd untie my from the bed, tie or otherwise hobble my legs, and handcuff my hands together. I'd cook breakfast. She'd tie me to a random fixture of the house. If I was lucky or if one of my favorite shows was on, I'd be tied in view of the TV. Sometimes my hands would be in front, giving me access to the remote, a book, or a newspaper. While my wife would occasionally go out with friends or whatever, she usually stayed home to hang out with me. We'd eat lunch, have more sex (or teasing). We'd then proceed to talk for hours. It continues to shock me that I was able to talk to my wife four over 5 hours a day yet neither of us had yet run out of things to say. Of course, I never could say what was actually on my mind. After dinner, we'd watch TV together. Sometimes she'd rent a video, often a porno.
After nearly two months of this, I spoke to my wife, "Honey, would you mind picking up a birthday card for me? My mother's birthday is next week." This was my usually way of asking my wife to give me stuff. I might be the one stuck tied up but at least I didn't have to do any of the shopping or even most of the chores. To continue, my wife did get me a birthday card to give to my mother. I couldn't resist leaving a little secret message on the card for my mother. After the usual happy birthday wishes, I wrote a small postscript: "PS: My wife loves cooking meatloaf just as much as I love eating it. " My wife did send it, but she commented, "I don't even make meatloaf." I responded, "Yeah, and I don't really like eating it. So, the statement is true, as far as it goes. Besides, it will make my mother happy."
A few weeks later, my wife allowed me to use the computer to send emails to my mother. I bet she found it humorous that I talked about meatloaf just as much as my mother. I was beginning to understand her obsession. I'm pretty sure Lisa was completely clueless as to the hidden messages, mainly because she hadn't tried to punish me for them. My dad remained rather silent over the course of the email correspondence. I think he was eating just as much meatloaf as I was.
By the end of the year, I was kind of excited about being let free. I'd gotten to know my wife really well and I was even more in love than before. However, I kind of missed little things like movie theaters, and restaurants. Also, I really missed going outside. I always used to take being outside for granted. While I wouldn't say I was shattered by her statement, I would say I was kind of disappointed. Still, there was one thing I *could* do that would almost make up for it.
"April Fools! I love this stuff!"
My wife burst out laughing and pulled out a key. As she unlocked me, she spoke, "April Fools! I really am letting you out. I mean, you can only eat so much meatloaf."
We both were laughing for several minutes. My mother had told my wife the truth before we had even gotten married!
