Re-igniting Pasaions (Closed for Initiate_me)

[TirithIre]

Re-igniting Passions (Closed for Initiate_me)

Damian still considered himself the luckiest man in the world to have Lauren in his life. He had grown up in quite the abusive household and had actually 'run away' from home when he had been sixteen. From there he had lived on the streets and bounced between cities until when he had been twenty, he had managed to get lucky and get a spot in a homeless shelter. From there he had managed to get the help of one of the workers there and through a lot of hard work he had made something of himself.

He never did speak to his 'parents' again, instead he had managed to get help in transferring his high school credits to one of the social programs in the area and with further study was able to finish high school. From there he had managed to get himself a job helping out in a gym, and from there had worked to become a personal trainer. He had met Lauren and though at first, they didn't seem to have much in common, well things had progressed and they eventually did fall in love.

From there Damian and Lauren had gotten along 'famously' as others would say. They went out together, had date nights, and a year later Damian had proposed to Lauren on the docks near their home. Afterwards they planned out their wedding. Since Damian didn't have family to speak of, James, the social worker who had helped Damian to climb out of the streets and make more of himself had been his best man... and Damian had damned well almost cried when he saw Lauren all dressed up in her wedding dress.

The reception after the wedding was an amazing affair, and beyond that they did live comfortably. Through the work Damian did as a personal trainer, along with Lauren's income they were able to secure a small house together. A few years passed and though they were still very much in love with one another, their sex life had 'staled' out a bit. Of course, they talked about their desires, but at the same time they didn't always feel comfortable sharing everything. It was said everyone had their secrets.

Damian was frustrated with himself to be honest. He didn't really know what to do to spice things up. In a way he felt within himself like he was failing his wife, but they really just didn't seem to be passionate together. Even their once-a-week Date nights had seemed to be fizzling out recently. Having finished his work for the day, Damian ran a hand through his short dark brown hair. Their anniversary was coming up soon, and he wanted to take her out for a night on the town. He had already spoken with her about it and told her that they'd be going out to Marciano's. It was an Italian restaurant that they both enjoyed. It was on the upper side of the city and was more 'upscale' than they usually went to, but for their Anniversary, Damian thought to himself, it was worth it.

He was looking forward to some time with her. He had booked off the entire weekend from the Friday Afternoon to Monday evening, and he was going to ensure that he devoted all his time to Lauren, as well as their relationship. He'd be damned if he let things drift further apart between them!

 

[Initiate_me]

Another Friday. How mundane. Oh what a waste.

Lauren finished the email, another half-hearted, under-polite message, and checked the time. Almost five PM. Almost time to go home to her husband. Recently that had not been a stimulating thought, their relationship had softened, with everything getting too easy, too comfortable. But this weekend was their anniversary. Damian had booked a table at Marciano's, and she was looking forward to that. Looking forward to some top-quality gnocchi, more than any other element of it- she had no high expectations of it recharging their marriage, no sir.

Her best friend Sarah had told her that's just how it goes. You get too relaxed together, and that fire is lost, and that's how it is. That's life. And that made sense. Certainly her parents had never been particularly amorous, as far as she could remember. Unless they'd been at it loads in private... no. Definitely not. They had been a normal suburban couple, who had given Lauren a normal childhood, in a normal house, with a normal brother, going to a normal school, then college, then the office to become an office drone, doing the legwork on contract after contract, every day the same, just one after the other...

Sometimes she wondered if that was what had drawn her to Damian. The contrast of her boring, predictable life and his turbulent, fractured past. Maybe she had expected him to guide her to something different, something more exciting. A less standard life. But no, he'd been happy to settle down, work steadily, buy a house... all of that. Any day now he'd probably bring home a golden retriever, and that really would be it. She shook her head angrily, as if she was arguing with him right now, telling him that she was sick of it all, of everything. But that wasn't fair. Of course he wanted a stable life, after the things he'd gone through. Of course he wanted safety, security.

She switched off the computer, picked up her handbag, and said goodbye to her colleagues. None of them knew that it was a special occasion, she'd kept it to herself. Not wanting the questions, not wanting to have to pretend that she was... well, happy.

The drive home took longer than usual, and the evening was a warm one. She could feel sweat on the small of her back, underneath her blouse. That was fine, she needed to shower and change anyway, make an effort for Marciano's, because it was a classy place. She played her favourite album of soothing piano, concentrated on her breathing, and by the time she had pulled up to the house, she felt... okay. Getting out, she looked at the place they'd bought, trying to see it with clarity... was it really what she wanted? Really? Then she told herself to get a grip, forced herself to walk forward, and open the door to their home.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had gone through so much to get where he was then that a 'normal' life seemed like a fantastic fantasy that he actually got to live out. The truth of the matter was though that even Damian had found this suburban 'life' boring on his end as well. Of course he didn't really want to give it all up and go back to the streets... but well, routine was... well routine. He couldn't really explain why he had found such a security so boring, but... well there was no excitement really to it. Sexually they had started out on fire, like most newly weds they had gone at it in so many ways it would make most people blush fiercly.

Yet even that recently had waned. Of course, he wanted to ensure that they didn't just end up like 'other married people'... he had joked with her when they were first married that they would never end up like those 'other people', and yet here they were just a few years into it and that had already changed as well. As he finished up at the gym, he paused ever so slightly before heading out. Sighing to himself though he wondered if there was something more that he could do. He shook his head slightly as if he was looking at more than just himself and headed out, saying goodbye on his way to the others.

He had worked hard to get where he was, and there was a pride there in that. He was proud as well that he had Lauren and yet... even he had to admit that he was frustrated. He wasn't really frustrated with her... she was beautiful, and normal in a stark variety to himself. Whereas he was a rough and tumble sort of guy, Lauren had seemed to be the demurer of the two of them. Opposites attract so to speak. From a personal level Damian had always enjoyed the concept of BDSM. He had encountered it like most youth via the Internet, but it wasn't really something that he had explored for himself. He had of course access to porn and whatnot, but he didn't really know how Lauren might react to it.

As he headed out of the gym though and began to head home there was a Stag Shop which was on the way home. He had passed it every day when heading home and hadn't really thought too much about it before. Yet with their anniversary coming up and the way both he and Lauren had kind of stagnated sexually, he had passed it already before he turned his car around and went back to it. There was one of those electronic doorbells which made the classic BING sound when he entered, and though he had never been in one before, he took his time in going through the different parts of the store.

There were countless dildo's and toys lining the wall, there was even a sub section for anal play which made Damian smirk ever so slightly. He noticed the young cashier eyeing him with some interest but he chose to ignore her. Instead, he went towards the bondage section. There were a few choices there... the more 'I'm introducing' bondage play kits with the soft felt cuffs and the attached ties and cute blindfolds, to the more 'I'm serious about bondage play' items such as leather cuffs with metal D-rings, ball gags, ring gags, and even cock shaped gags. Here, he paused slightly but retreating slightly he was sure that the cashier thought that he was running away, but that wasn't the case.

Instead, he went and got one of the carry-on baskets before returning to the bondage section. Taking a breath, he kind of thought to himself AH FUCK IT before he went for the more individual items. First, he picked out four black leather cuffs which had suede lining the inside of them. From there he picked four matching leather tethers with clips that could connect. He also picked an under the bed system which had six connection points for clipping and tying. Beyond that he picked out a silicone ball gag with leather and Velcro ties, a leather blindfold with leather ties as well as a length of rope.

He then went over to the wall of toys and picked out a few of the favorite items on the featured wall, namely a pair of egg-shaped vibrators, a butterfly vibrator, as well as a three pack of anal plugs. Finally bringing it all over to the counter, he spied a large bottle of lube and added that, before he had the cashier ring it up. He wasn't really shocked at the price, quality was key here, and knowing Lauren wouldn't be home for another few hours, he was polite and paid for it all, before he took the stuff and headed home.

By the time she was home he had set up the under bed clipping system, had un-packed everything and hidden all of it away. He had showered and had on a pair of black slacks, along with a nice black polo shirt as well. He was anxious and nervous but excited as well... not only because of going out with his wife, but also because of what he hoped to all high heavens was going to be that spark that gave them both a sense of passion back. He tried to play it down for now though... one step at a time so to speak!

 

[Initiate_me]

Damian looked ready, and he looked good. Lauren gave him a tired smile and excused herself to go and get changed. Undressing for the shower, she wondered... had her husband looked a little bit... nervous? It had probably just been her imagination. Or projection- maybe she was the one who was nervous. About the pressure of the occasion, their anniversary. The expectations, coming from society and from inside herself, that they would somehow re-light the fire. Or at least partially.

In the shower, the warm water ran over her slim, petite body, and soothed her. She kept her shoulder-length dark hair out of the stream, not wanting the hassle of washing and drying it, it always suffered when over-pampered. She took the time to shave her legs, and to enjoy the luxurious heat, before forcing herself out to change.

She chose her short black dress, the one with the high collar, and pulled on thin dark-navy tights underneath. Nice charcoal shoes with only the tiniest of heels, because she'd never cared about trying to be tall, no change in that tonight. The lightest of make-up, and a touch of rose petal perfume.

Damian was waiting patiently in the living room, looking at something on his phone. Lauren reminded herself to make a big effort, this was an opportunity for them to appreciate each other again. Smiling brightly, she said

"Okay then! I'm all ready, sorry for taking so long. Are we off?"

 

[TirithIre]

Damian had chosen to make sure he had his favorite cologne on as well, the light sandalwood tone hanging slightly in the air. Even though he knew they were married he didn’t want them to just ‘be another married couple’, he wanted to share with her his passions, his desires… well everything. She looked tired from the monotonous work that she had done, however he had learned very early on in his relationship with her that there wasn’t really anything that specifically annoyed her about work, it was just... well it was work.

He watched her head off to the washroom and heard the shower start up, so he knew that he had a good amount of time to wait for her, so even as he did he wandered through the house. He felt antsy and honestly was a mixture of nervousness as well as excitement. What if she didn’t like his ideas? What if she thought he had been stupid to even buy the things he had already… well he was taking a risk. Every risk held a chance of failure, but at the same time he was excited. After all there was something dangerous about taking this chance… but secretly like her, he didn’t WANT just a normal life. He wanted something special with her.

When she came out though he turned and looked her over. After all while they were married, it didn’t change that he was a man and she was a beautiful woman. Letting out a whistle he grinned to her though nodded as he held out his hand to her.

“That we are. First Marciano’s, and then, who knows.”

He grinned though and heading out with her he was the gentleman when it came to the car. Taking her over to the passenger side he opened the door and let her settle herself in before he headed around and they were off. Marciano’s was across town, their reservation was in another half hour so they had some time. He let her pick the music and drove them off to the restaurant. He couldn’t help but keep glancing over to her… inside his mind he was having a mental war with himself. Should he go through with his plan, should he not? Was she going to even be interested? There were so many factors which played across his mind but he had also made up his mind, so scenarios just continually ran through his mind.

Getting to the restaurant and pulling himself out of the car he went around as the valet opened the car door for her. Passing over the keys along with a ten dollar bill to the valet before he took a short breath and headed inside with her. They had been to Marciano’s before and things would be the same in this regard… things wouldn’t get ‘dicey’ so to speak until they got home again. He had reserved two bottles of wine to start with and there was no limit on things, so Damian was going to get a few drinks in him to help settle his nerves. He didn’t really know how things would go, but hey, this was already going to be different than ‘normal’ as well anyway so he was excited on how things would be going already.

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren relaxed in the car, music on, her mind letting go at last of the working week. That felt good. Damian kept looking over, she pretended not to notice. Was something up with him tonight? That's how it seemed, to her.

She stepped out of the car and they walked into Marciano's, arm in arm. She knew they looked good together. People had told her that, and she could see it. He was a good-looking guy, something that she forgot sometimes, in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

After the first glass of wine, and the waiter having taken their orders, Lauren knew they had finished with the small talk. She should say something interesting, get them talking properly, for a change. They were in a lovely spot in the far corner of the restaurant, next to the window and its view onto the stone terrace. And it was a great spot from which to observe the rest of the room, which she loved to do- watching people was always so interesting. She liked to imagine their lives, their stories, always more exciting than her own. Maybe that man was an adulterer. That woman has a secret talent for opera singing. And that man... had just won a million dollars, but didn't know what to do with it.

He poured more wine for them both, smiling than winning smile, and she took his hand.

"I'm so glad we're out together tonight. I feel like... I don't know. We've been a bit weird together for a while, don't you think?"

 

[TirithIre]

Damian was a bundle of nerves and excitement, though in a way it felt good to feel like that. It had been far too long since they had been excited about things in general. Inwardly, he had to agree that things had been a bit 'too easy' recently. This felt good, to have a night out, to be with the woman he loved, and secretly, to have something that he was looking forward to sharing with her.

As they got out he grinned as he lead them in. He never forgot her favorite table and had called ahead about a month before to ensure they were able to get it, so even as she looked out and watched people, he in turn watched her. She was slim and beautiful, which was something he sometimes did not seem to take notice of as well. He took a mental note to make sure that he appreciated her more than he had recently.

As she poured them more wine though he nodded, smiling softly as he gave her hand a soft squeeze as he thought things over.

" Sometimes, I think the weight of the world will drag me down."

He admitted softly, though he added as well to finish his thought.

" Then I think about everything I've gained and the fact I have you as a part of my life and I feel grateful. I think we've both kind of let complacency take hold of us."

He reached out with his other hand and gently ran his palm over the side of her face, feeling her cheek, his thumb even boldly running over her lips as he had a twinkle in his eyes.

" I'm hoping that we'll have more time together... I for one want only more of you."

He settled back though and both pulling his hand from her face as well as letting her hand go for the moment he picked up his glass of wine and took a good swig, he never a lightweight with alcohol and now that the first glass was in him he felt much less nervous and much more excited for his plans for them both that night. That twinkle was something that hadn't been there for a long time it seemed... he had something 'up his sleeve' so to speak.

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren smiled back at her husband. Hearing these words... it was all just what she had known anyway, that he loved her, that he cared, that he knew they'd let things slip a bit. But hearing it said really meant something.

"I feel the same way. And I know that we can turn it around. We're good together." She felt surprise tears forming, and blinked them back. "We belong together."

The food was fantastic, as it always was there. They talked about work, she unburdened herself of all the boredom and frustration, and listened happily to his enthusiastic tales about his fitness clients. She loved to hear about his work, could tell that he had a real knack for it. Even if some of the rich wannabes who came his way were surprised at how hard he had them training. That was just his way, he focused on a goal, and he set about achieving it, logically and with dedication. Maybe that was part of their problem- he was just too focussed on getting everything right, he wasn't letting himself let go, and fully feel things.

As they paid the cheque, she thought Damian seemed to have a glint in his eye. Like he was waiting for something. Would there be sex tonight? It was impossible not to wonder about that. And to wonder how good it would be. Probably just more of the same... but maybe, with the occasion, she might be able to muster up a bit more passion? And hopefully he would too, and they could enjoy it more than they had been recently. She winked at him, in a way that she hoped was sexy.

 

[TirithIre]

It was all true though, and even Damian had to admit that inwardly to himself. He identified what he had failed at, and he ensured that she knew that he wanted to work at it. A relationship really was work... it wasn't easy nor was it pretty. Yet Damian didn't want to give up on them and giving her hand a final squeeze he smiled as he leaned back and listened to her.

He regaled her with his latest tales, telling her all about those who he worked with, even laughing at a mistake he had made with one client. He knew that Lauren liked hearing about other people's lives... but if he was to be brutally honest with himself, Damian would admit perhaps he hadn't 'let himself go' in a long time. It was very difficult to relax when one didn't know where the next meal would come from, or where he would stay from night to night. Though he had come so far, Damian still held onto some of those tendencies.

Instead he smiled as he paid for their meal, and as she winked at him he went over and wrapping an arm very possessively around her slim waist Damian guided her out. Giving over the ticket for his car, they waited a few minutes and he turned towards her, pulling her flush to him.

" I love you."

He mused though he leaned down and kissed her deeply, softly groaning into her lips as his arms had wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly. He only pulled away when their car was brought around and taking the keys he of course opened the door for her before they were off. He wasn't nervous now though... instead he grinned to her.

" When we get home... I have a surprise I want to share with you."

He announced, though he wouldn't say what it was no matter how much she pried... she'd just have to wait and see what he had going on!

 

[Initiate_me]

"Yeah? What kind of surprise?" Lauren put her hand on his arm and squeezed, but he just grinned and focused on the road. She laughed and settled back against the seat. Just that slightest but tipsy from the wine, right in that sweet spot, in which life is soft, and warm, and good. She liked surprises. And this was unusual, Damian hadn't done almost anything spontaneous for ages, she'd thought it had gone out of him. What could it be... she had no idea. She hadn't asked for anything, or even dropped hints about anything.

That kiss, while they were waiting for the car, had been damn good. It had felt like he really, really wanted her. Something she'd not experienced in quite some time. She watched lights pass by as they moved smoothly through the night. She loved to see the streetlights pass by, lighting up the blackness. Dark, light. Dark, light. Dark, light. Dark.

"So mysterious. Hey that was a great meal, wasn't it? God I love it there. What a wonderful place. We should go more often. I mean, I know it's a special thing, and expensive, so I don't mean all the time... but... well, you know.

They pulled up to the house and Damian was out quickly to open her door. Did he look excited? She thought he did, there was a certain kind of smile there. Shivering as the night air touched her bare shoulders, she followed him to the door.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian couldn't help but grin as she asked that, though he refused to give away any secrets at all. Instead of getting upset though he was happy that she simply laughed. It wouldn't be long until they were home. He had to agree with her that things had become a bit too sedentary... too... normal. Not that he wanted to sell the house and give up everything he had gained, but something to spice things up certainly wasn't a bad idea... right?

He glanced over when she asked that, though she'd see him nod as well.

" It was... We have a few places we like to go to... I agree, we should go out more often."

He smiled to her and as he went around to her, as they headed in he boldly wrapped an arm around her slim waist, though as they got inside he closed and locked the door behind them. After all he doubted they would be going out for a while. The nerves were back slightly but definitely were being outweighed by the excitement at that point. Putting his keys into the tray on the little table by the front door he grinned and went to her, pulling her into his arms as he looked to her.

" All right... before I show you my surprise I just want you to promise to keep an open mind all right?"

He was holding her by the hips, his hands smoothing around to the curve of her ass as he gave it a squeeze with both hands. If anything he looked ready to rip her clothes off her and have his way with her, and yet he held back. Only when she agreed would he lead her into the bedroom and guiding her over to the chest of drawers he opened the top drawer.

Where once had been the normal underwear and other little amenities, now laid out were the different bondage things that he had gotten. He looked to her and picked up the leather blindfold which had the clasp and broke the silence.

" Will you submit to me Lauren? let me tie you up and do whatever I like to you?"

This was really the moment of truth after all.

 

[Initiate_me]

Damian had done a good job keeping the mystery going, raising the tension slowly, and Lauren found herself getting excited. What was in store? What was so out there that he felt the need to ask her to keep an open mind?

When he squeezed her ass she felt sure it was something to do with sex. And she thought yeah, I feel like a good fuck tonight. I'm up for this. But what's the twist? Then he opened the top drawer for her, and there in front of her eyes were an array of restraints, butt plugs, and a ball and gag. Proper, specialist stuff. He took out a leather blindfold and presented it to her.

"Will you submit to me Lauren? let me tie you up and do whatever I like to you?" He asked.

And Lauren didn't know what to say. What on earth could she say, presented with this array of sex props, after years of increasingly vanilla intimacy? There was a long, long pause, while she tried to get her brain working again.

"Yes," she whispered in reply, feeling the fear, feeling the arousal, the urge. "I'll do it."

 

[TirithIre]

He wanted to ensure that she was okay with what he was going to share with her... it wasn't something everyone was into, and up until then it wasn't even something that he had shared with her on a personal level, which only meant that much more that he took the chance to share that with her.

As he watched her, he didn't really realize that he was holding his breath until she said yes, in which he let his breath out as he saw that she was 'game' for this.

" Good... I want you to know you're safe, and if there's something that gets too much I want you to tell me. Don't be afraid to let me know."

He smiled though, thrilled that she had agreed, and so he reached forwards and sliding the blindfold over her eyes he moved around behind her as she'd feel him carefully tighten the cinch, making sure not to catch her hair as he did. When it was nice and tight he waved a hand in front of her face, she able to feel the breeze created by it.

" Can you see anything?"

He was going to take this slowly... he wanted to ensure that she was 'comfortable' with each step, though even as he was asking that his hands were smoothing over her shoulders, feeling her skin as he admired his wife from the rear, though his next move would be to remove her dress, for now he slid his hands along her arms, letting her experience being blind and already more 'at his mercy' though he really hadn't done all that much yet... it was a start for sure!

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren stood still and obedient as Damian fastened the blindfold, putting her into darkness. This was new. He'd never shown any interest in anything like this, as far as she could remember. And he was slow, gentle with his movements as he secured it. She could feel his tenderness, and the desire running like a bubbling stream underneath it.

"No, I can't see anything." She nearly added 'sir', but that felt a bit silly. Was she supposed to say something like that. Not keen on the idea of embarrassing herself, she decided that she would wait for instructions. Let him lead.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian wanted to make sure that their first foray into this type of play was a positive one, and besides, he DID love her and care for her, so he ensured that he took things one step at a time. That didn't stop him however from taking a hold of her wrist and guiding it to his groin she could indeed feel the excitement bulging there as he growled softly.

" Good. I want you to feel how much I want you Lauren... how sexy you are to me."

He let her feel the length of the bulge in his pants, he was already behind her and exploring her he soon took one of the silk sashes that he had bought from the shop. Taking his time to guide her other hand behind her back before he did tie her hands she'd feel him un-zipping her dress, before he was sliding it down to see what kind of underwear that she was wearing.

For now though he was happy with that progress so he brought her wrists together behind her back and looping it around her wrists he criss crossed both ends in a figure eight in opposite directions twice before he tied them together nice and tightly.

" When we are together like this you will call me Sir. I am in charge of making sure we both enjoy ourselves. I want you to try and pull your hands free. Let me know the results."

Despite the fact that he had never tied her up before she'd find that his ties and knots were tight and that she wouldn't be able to get free, though even the act of watching her try to would be intensely arousing to Damian. One step at a time into the rabbit hole of bondage, domination and submission.

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren felt the zip descend, gliding down her back, baring it. She'd felt his hard need, and his words confirmed to her that this would be something... different. Damian was normally so quiet during anything sexual, to the extent that it was sometimes hard to even know if he was actually enjoying it. But tonight he was expressive. It was like he had some kind of plan.... just how far had he mapped this out? What was going to happen?

Her dress lay crumpled on the floor and she stepped out of it, revealing the black lingerie that concealed the intimate areas of her slender, petite body. The dark navy tights she wore were sheer, hiding nothing. She felt his breath on her neck, but didn't turn, somehow knowing that she wasn't supposed to. Then she felt the kiss of silk on her wrists- he was tying her hands. She felt the tug as he tested the knot- it was tight enough to keep her from getting out of it, she could tell that right away.

" When we are together like this you will call me Sir. I am in charge of making sure we both enjoy ourselves. I want you to try and pull your hands free. Let me know the results," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, still facing forward, waiting, legs slightly parted. He gently touched her dark hair where it stopped at her collarbone, and the slightest tremor passed through her body.

"Yes sir."

 

[TirithIre]

Her smooth back and flesh was a delight to his eyes, the slight perfume that came from her made him sigh happily as he took her all in. As she stepped out of the dress though he certainly was more expressive than he had been in a long time.

It wasn't due to the fact that he didn't want her, not at all. Instead he had honestly thought to himself that he needed to be more 'normal', that perhaps he was weird or different for having grown up the way he had, or what he had gone through in lifting himself up into someone 'of worth'. The truth was Damian had sometimes felt that he wasn't worthy of her, but at the same time she had chosen him. So tonight he was going to both take his time with her, as well as share his desires with her.

As she nodded though he felt her small tremor, though as she waited for him, he noticed that though she did pull with her arms a bit, the silk was tied well and she didn't find any escape or purchase. As he did he smoothed his hand over the side of her neck before his fingers crept across the front of there, his hand wrapping around her throat as he smiled.

" I want you to un-dress me as best as you can."

He directed though even as he said it he was grinding into her backside, she feeling just how swollen and hard he was within his pants, yet as well he gently held her neck, restricting how she could move, letting her feel how he controlled her for now, and this was only the beginning. He fully planned to do more to her, but one step at a time!

 

[Initiate_me]

It was a difficult, awkward task, but Lauren obeyed, giving it a good go. Reaching back, she felt for the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them, one by one. His erection was pushing against her ass and she felt proud that her body and the thought of being inside her could still provoke that strong reaction from him.

His hand around her neck was exciting, he'd never done that before, not properly. It restricted her movement, and made her feel like she was his property. Maybe later he would... choke her? One of her friends had once said that it was great to be fucked and choked, by a man who knew what he was doing... Lauren had just laughed at that, but now... the attraction was suddenly clear.

Her fingers moved to his belt, but the awkward position made it difficult. "You're going to have to help me... sir," she said quietly, gently rubbing herself back against him, wondering what expression he had, how he thought she was doing.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian was enjoying her attempts at getting his shirt open, and even as she managed to do that he did shrug his shirt off his shoulders when she had gotten far enough. He felt powerful like this... even the simple act of binding her wrists with silk and holding her like this was a very powerful moment for both of them.

As her fingers groped around his waist for his belt though he grinned as she rubbed herself back against him, his throbbing erection begging to be released and yet as she asked for help he gently tightened his grip on her throat with the one hand while the other reached down and loosened the buckle of his belt just enough that she'd be able to pull it open.

A secondary surprise would meet his lovely Lauren as she got his pants open, his cock sprang right out, slapping into the crevice of her lingerie covered ass freely. Damian always wore underwear, but that night he had not. Instead, he had ached and waited for just this moment and was thoroughly enjoyed it.

" Finish your task my dear."

He released her throat then, letting her blindly work to pull his pants down, his eyes following her every movement, every moment lingering as he was already thoroughly enjoying this foray, and if he was true to himself, he believed that she was in her own way as well!

 

[Initiate_me]

His cock was pushing against her ass, pressing her lingerie up between her firm ass cheeks, and she could feel it. Hot and hard.

When he told her to continue, she managed to awkwardly lower his pants, bending slightly to do so, feeling the head of his cock press against her asshole, with the soft thin material between their skin. She knew that she was getting wet, she could feel it soaking the material. She wanted him. An intensifying need, a thrill at the idea of being used... what was he going to do to her? A shocking thought appeared in her mind- I hope her hurts me. She tried to chase it away, disgusted with herself, but couldn't.

Her task done, she straightened up, waiting for further commands, working to control her breathing, body tense. The room felt over-warm suddenly, oppressive.

"What now? Sir?" She whispered. Wondering how he, out of view, was enjoying the sight, the feel, of her obedience.

 

[TirithIre]

Oh he wanted her to feel just how hot and hard he was though as she bent forwards to get his pants off him, as she did he moved his hand down ever so slightly and taking hold of his own thick length he tapped it against her ass, letting her feel that desire there.

As she straightened though and asked that though he grinned and releasing his cock for now he also released her throat letting her breathe more easily, however his hands moved over her sides before she'd feel him hooking his fingers into the band of her panties.

" Now, we're going to continue."

He also took the moment to step out of his pants and kick them aside, though moving to bend a bit she'd feel him pushing her panties down over her hips and thighs before he was taking them from her, getting her to lift her leg one at a time he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled with a groan.

" Oh you smell divine."

He grumbled, though moving around in front of her he balled the material up and watching her blindly stand there so obediantly he added.

" Open your mouth."

As she did however he pushed her own panties into her mouth and tapped her chin to have her close her mouth on the fabric, 'gagging' her slightly though he also moved to the drawer that still laid open he took a roll of black special tape which would only stick to itself and wrapping it around her head he trapped the panties in her mouth.

" Hmm... that's better, now then."

He grinned though and squatting, he gently tapped on her leg, indicating her to widen her stance, though he kept her going until she was spreading her legs open for him quite nicely, displaying her own sex to his view as he made her spread her legs out almost like a standing split, he wanting to see just how wet she really was from this play already.

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren tried to protest as her husband pushed her panties into her mouth, but she wasn't quick enough, the words were lost. I've been wearing these all evening! she thought, disgusted and aroused. She tried to glare at him as he wrapped tape around to keep her mouth shut, but he just grinned. This was... something else. Fuck.

When he pushed open her legs, she knew he was looking to check how wet she was. And she knew that she was soaked, starting to drip, the dominance he'd shown in gagging her had pushed things that bit further, and she had lost control of her desire. She knew he was staring at her pussy, it felt like ages that she stood in silence, waiting for her next command.

 

[TirithIre]

Oh it was something else for sure. As she tried to glare at him though he couldn't help his grin. He was well aware that she had been wearing those panties all evening, that was partially why he had used the panties for her gag. It was dirty and hot as well.

As he looked to her though she'd hear him groan, though as she stood open like that for him he admired her wet pussy. He didn't honestly remember a time when she had been this wet. Perhaps when they were just married? it had been a long time. Finally though he straightened and moving around he picked up the four black leather bondage cuffs Damian moved over to a chair nearby in their room and sat down.

" Come here, then lift one leg at a time and put your foot on my thigh."

She'd have to follow his voice to make her way to him as she was blindfolded. He had made sure that there was nothing between them that could hurt her. Damian was so aroused by this already, and they had only just started!

 

[Initiate_me]

Lauren heard him settle in the chair behind her, and she waited. Then he issued his instructions. Everything still black, with the blindfold doing its job perfectly, she slowly, uneasily turned around. Holding her hands out ahead of her, she moved towards him. Breathing through her nose, her panties filling her mouth. Wearing only her bra, and expecting to be relieved of that very soon.

She leant forward and felt for him, and her fingers touched his knee. She attempted to do as he had commanded, but without sight it was hard, she was disoriented, lifting her leg made her feel as though she would fall. It was weirdly scary.

"You'll have to help me... sir. Please."

 

[TirithIre]

Damian knew that this would be a difficult task for her given that her arms were bound with the tie behind her and she was blindfolded, however he also wanted to see her attempt to do as he asked. Seeing her move unsteadily, he encouraged her with his words. " You can do it...", " Come to me my love." punctuated the air, and seeing her there for him only caused him to sigh in lust and love for her.

As she tried to say something however, it was mumbled and muffled by the makeshift gag in her mouth. The tension and stance told him enough though and a re-assuring hand warmly touched her thigh, steadying her as he slid his hand down to her calf and guiding her leg up, he placed her foot onto his thigh before he was wrapping the cuff around her ankle, making sure it was secured well before he put it down and did the same to the other.

When that was done Damian had her turn around and working the tie undone, her wrists were freed for a moment as he also took the opportunity to un-clasp her bra from his position behind her and slipping the black fabric off her shoulders not to mention breasts she was freed from that and very much naked except for the cuffs and blindfold. With that though he placed his hands onto her hips.

" bend forward and put your hands on your thighs."

It was a simple command, and when she did he leaned forward in his chair and placed a kiss onto her displayed and vulnerable right ass cheek, letting her know he was right there with him, enjoying her submission to this!