Anniversary bondage story | bound and gagged

Part 1: Discovery

7.45 p.m., Friday, August 18, 1999

At long last, I arrived at home. While I am always happy to arrive home, on this occasion, I was especially glad to be home for it had been a long and eminently forgettable day at work. It had been one endless round of boring meetings with every personality type to be encountered in the office. I could well understand why there was a glut of office management technique books in the bookshops if my office was anything to go by. It seemed to have more than its fair share of assorted weirdos and power control freaks. As usual, few people seemed to be able to reach any kind of consensus regarding such earth shaking issues such as the colour of the packaging of our new toilet cleaner. Sexy they are not! Of such mundane products is a marketer's job made. And, by the way, I am a big Dilbert fan. I can really empathise with the poor underpaid, overworked 'salaryman' or as they term such types in Japan. I hope this helps explain how I feel about work at times - much of the time!

Just to put the exclamation mark on a perfect day to date, the afternoon peak hour traffic had been worse than normal - much worse than usual! Perhaps the freezing wind and rain of a typical early August winter's day had something to do with it. Therefore, I was consequently not in a very good mood (actually, I was in a foul temper) as I drove down to our new home. Surrounded by verdant bushland, it is a haven away from the traffic and unceasing noise of the Melbourne Central Business District. It was also supposed to be our second wedding anniversary. We had been married for two years today. It should have been a cause for celebration but the way things had been going of late… My gloom deepened as I considered my wife and our marriage to date.

Considering the direction that our marriage had taken lately, I had severe fears for our third wedding anniversary. It was odds on that there would not be another wedding anniversary. The reason was simple. Bondage, or rather, the lack of it… It had been a very long time since I had last been tied up, let alone tying up anyone else. Such as my lovely wife, Jade.

I had always loved bondage and tying or being tied up. It was an integral part of my sexuality and one I found difficult to live without. As any fellow bondage enthusiast will tell you, once it gets in your blood, it is there to stay. I could no more deny my bondage desires than the average homosexual could deny his gayness. While I loved bondage, I had always been chronically shy of expressing my desires with the all too predictable consequence that I had been getting increasingly frustrated and morose of late. Naturally, Jade tried to help. She had ever been a very understanding person and a great listener. It was not that I would not tell her; I just could not! I was afraid how she would react. I loved her very much and I did not want to lose her.

My bondage experiences had been limited to masturbating to my bondage magazines and/or tying myself up as best as I could while she was out, which was not often. Jade also worked the same hours I did so we treasured what little leisure time we had together, often preferring to spend it on our boat or with friends. We were rarely apart except while at work. Naturally, I had to keep my bondage paraphernalia, including several million miles of soft white rope, various gags, straps, spreaderbars and magazines well hidden. I kept them in a huge ornate centuries old seaman's trunk, located at the base of our bed. I was also careful to always keep it locked so Jade could not gain access and find my illicit materials inside. I shuddered to think how she would react were she ever to discover my stash. Probably instant divorce… I wondered how it would look if it ever came to that and Jade was holding up all these toys for the Family Court magistrate's appraisal…

However, I was acutely aware that if I did not do something about the situation soon, I would inevitably end up losing Jade forever and that would be more than my heart could bear. It was not her fault that our relationship had been on the rocks for these past six months. She had been getting increasingly frustrated and upset that I would not talk to her "about what ever it was that is bugging you like that," as she so nicely put it. Quite reasonably, Jade had pointed out that she loved me very much and that she was there to listen to me and any problems I wanted to talk to her about. Communication was all-important, she said. Normally, I'd agree but… Jade knew I was holding back something - it was the nature of what it was that I was withholding that continued to elude her.

Jade knew it could not be money, for we were well off financially with a large and comfortable home, several cars and a big 45 foot boat docked at the marina. It was not health for we were both in perfect health. It was also not, God forbid, sex! For all that I loved bondage, I truly did enjoy so-called vanilla sex with Jade. The quantity and quality of our lovemaking was truly astounding. Jade had this way of wrapping her long, long svelte legs around mine while she took me deep inside her. She could and did go at it all night - every night! We used to make love several times every day in the early days of our marriage. Long hot, passionate and very happy love anytime and anywhere the mood took us. There was hardly a room in the house we had not made love in. We'd even done 'it' on top of the washing machine in the laundry. It was just that there was that added extra element missing - bondage! I was beginning to get bored with straight or 'vanilla' sex. However, it had been weeks since we had attempted any intimacy of that kind. More often, Jade curled up and cried herself to sleep. On such occasions, she would shrink away from me if I tried to touch her. That was the most distressing of all. I knew it was breaking her heart that I seemed to be so unhappy and would not tell her why.

I had met Jade five years ago at university. Contrary to the cliches beloved of romance novelists, it was not love at first sight. Jade was going out with another guy when we first met in that economics tutorial so long ago. I did not endear myself to her by daring to disagree with her opinion. On the other hand, perhaps I could have been a bit more tactful than I had been at the time.

Over the course of our studies, our paths crossed all the time, since we were both taking similar degrees and subjects. Eventually our mutual antagonism developed into respect for each other. It was Jade who suggested we should study together for a difficult exam. By then, I was only too happy to agree for I had come to admire her intelligence and ability to see clearly through a problem. We both passed with flying colours. There were more study sessions. Along the way, we found that we had much in common including a shared love of the water and ocean, music, films and literature, dining out and cats - she loved cats and animals in that order. We share the house with several cats, mostly Devon Rex (a relatively hairless but very loving and affectionate breed with enormous pointy ears - however their unusual looks to tend to turn some people off. You either love or hate them - there is rarely any in-between.) and Siamese. They are great company and sometimes their antics are enough to reduce us to helpless laughter.

I think that the old truism that you have to be friends first to become lovers is correct. We had come to truly enjoy each others company, and we could talk about anything and everything in between study. Along the way, without realising it, we fell in love. I remember the long hours we used to spend, pressed closed to each other in the cramped cubicles of the library studying or just talking.

Our lives changed irrevocably when, late one night, Jade turned around, tears in her eyes. I asked her, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just so worried I'm going to fail!" she moaned, "This stuff is so hard! I don't know anything!" she had wailed.

It was then I gently took her in my arms. Jade wrapped her arms tightly around me and sobbed. Comforting her, I said, "Look don't worry, you'll be ok, you're just overtired - what you need is rest."

"I guess so," she'd said. Tremulously, "Thank you so much, you're a very caring person. You've been so good to me."

"Uh, thanks," I said somewhat awkwardly, acutely conscious of the wonderful warmness of Jade's slender body as she pressed closely against me. I was rewarded with a dazzling smile, a million-dollar smile. It was the kind of smile that melts hearts. Her eyes crinkled with warmth and trust as she hugged me tightly. My heart was bursting as I held this beautiful creature for the first time in my arms. Suddenly, I knew I wanted to kiss her. I think Jade must have realised my thoughts for her eyes grew huge. Our eyes met. Hers were impossibly tender as our lips kissed each other for the first time. Everything else ceased to exist as we became one. I was aware only of the heat of her mouth and her hot darting tongue as we kissed. The emotion of the moment was such that my head swam with momentary dizziness from sensory overload. It was then that I knew I wanted to marry this lovely girl.

We spent the rest of that unforgettable evening and night together in each other's arms. The cares of the world and study ceased to be of any importance as we snuggled close to each other. It was then I discovered she was a virgin. Jade told me much later that she had been saving herself for the right person.

Jade and myself were married less than a year later the day after we graduated from university.

I could not believe how lucky I was to have a wife like her. I would never have met Jade but for the Vietnam War. Jade is pure Vietnamese. She was born and bred in Saigon, sometimes referred to as "The Pearl of the Orient." It has since been given the far less romantic name of Ho Chi Minh City by the victorious communists. Her father was a university lecturer before the communist takeover. He was one of the first people sent for 're-education.' (nothing more than a subtle euphemism for being sent to a prison camp for so-called 'subversives'.) When he got out, it was made clear to him that his old position would not be made available to him - ever! Therefore he made the fateful decision to flee Vietnam for greener pastures in late 1976. Jade was just eleven at the time. They chose Australia for its proximity and the well-known friendliness of its people. Jade and five generations of her whole family escaped by boat. It was an epic journey made in a rickety old fishing boat that was constantly threatening to break down at any moment. The passengers and crew also had to spend twenty-four hours a day manning the pumps to rid it of the water entering through multitudinous tiny leaks. The toughness and fortitude of these boat people, as they came to be known must have been incredible. They overcame incredible hardship, pirates, sharks and mass overcrowding to reach Australia in the late 1970's. And these are the same courageous and hard-working people the highly controversial maverick Queensland politician, Pauline Hanson, criticises… If only Pauline knew…

The journey left them destitute for the organisers had charged an extortionate amount of money payable in gold for the so-called right to escape aboard this floating death trap. However, once they arrived in Melbourne, the small but steadily growing expatriate Vietnamese community rallied around them and helped them all settle down. They worked hard, saved their money and eventually grew modestly wealthy to the extent they were able to support all the children and grandchildren through school and university. Jade graduated on top of her class in accountancy at university and now holds a secure and lucrative job as a taxation consultant with a Top Six accounting firm.

I know that I am very lucky to have her as my wife. Jade may be tiny, standing only about 4'11" tall but she has a strength of character and personality that belies her petite size. Her body is as slim and supple as a reed. The tight fitting dresses or tops Jade likes to wear only served emphasise the wonderful fullness of her perfectly shaped breasts and curvaceous waist. Jade looks stunning in the ao dai, the Vietnamese national dress and pants, both of which are made out of the lightest silk - perfect for the tropical heat and humidity of her homeland. She also has the most exquisitely lovely serene oval face I have ever seen, framed by gently curling midnight black hair. I could never get over those enormous dark almond eyes and her tiny cute little ski jump nose.

Young and stunningly impossibly heart-achingly beautiful, Jade has a wonderful warm personality to match. Endlessly caring, understanding and so very very loving, I adore her with a passion. Moreover, she is much more than just a pretty face and a great lay. Jade is also a very confident and extroverted person - she is always willing to try new activities such as scuba diving, white-water rafting or hot-air ballooning. She never allowed the so-called risks or the opinions of other people to deter her from trying out new things. Additionally, we could truly talk to each other about anything and everything - save for one topic. It was called 'bondage'. In hindsight, I should have realised that Jade's maturity, openness and willingness to experiment meant she would have been receptive to giving bondage a go. However, it never occurred to me that this might actually have been the case until it was almost too late.

As for yours truly. Well, how would I describe myself? The easiest way to do so is simply to say that I am just an average knock-about Aussie bloke. I enjoy a booze-up at the pub with the boys as much as anyone else though my drinking days are largely over since I married Jade. While I'm very much one of the boys, I do not pretend to be what I'm not. I'm not big, strong or tough and I do not try to be. What I do have going for me is that I'm gentle, caring and sensitive, qualities which probably attracted Jade to me in the first place. It is often I whom my mates turn to when they are in trouble, because they know that I'm a good listener and will understand. Though I'm no saint - I've done my share of hell-raising when I was younger. Sometimes I wonder what my mates would say if they knew of my liking to be tied up. I think I'd be laughed out of the public bar and into the beer garden. I'm no oil painting either although Jade and many of my previous female friends would beg to differ. Jade says my best features are my soft blue eyes and light blond hair. My height and build are just average. At five-nine feet tall, I'm no Arnie Schwarzenegger but then I have no desire to be either. I'm happy with what I am.

I would have been even less happy had I known that Jade already knew of my deepest darkest desires. She had found my bondage materials and magazines but I did not know that yet… In fact, I think I would have had an absolute conniption had I realised I'd left the bondage chest, as I called it, unlocked after being distracted by a phone call.

As I pulled into our driveway, and got out of my car, I noticed a strikingly attractive raven-haired lady flash a warm smile at me before getting in her car (a burgundy Ford Taurus) and driving off. I thought nothing of it. Probably visiting someone else….

Five days before - Sunday evening, August 13, 1999

Jade had gone out to spend some time with an ill friend in hospital the evening before so I took the all too rare opportunity to engage in a little self-bondage. As always, it left me feeling depressed and unsatisfied for I would much rather have been able to play bondage games with Jade. I also had to be careful not to tie myself too stringently in case it left telltale ropemarks. Normally, I was ALWAYS extremely careful to put everything away and lock the chest but on this occasion I failed to do so, having been distracted by that fateful phone call. At the time, I was not to know that it would change our lives. It was nothing more than a routine call from one of my mates to discuss the latest football and sporting results.

Monday, August 14, 1999

Angrily, I abruptly released the clutch and stomped on the accelerator pedal after reversing out on the street. With a squeal of tyres, I took off for work. I had never felt worse after that fight of the night before - we were still not speaking to each other.

What's the matter with us two? Jade stared sadly at Michael's rapidly departing car as he left for work. She fought back the tears as loneliness enveloped her. She badly wanted Michael to hold her but the way things had been going of late there seemed little likelihood of any kind of physical contact between them for quite some while. Michael had seemed so cold and distant this morning after that apocalyptically bad fight they had had last night. She could scarcely recall having had a worse fight than that one. Michael had never screamed at her like that before. Jade flushed with shame as she remembered how she had tried to hit him like that. What did I do that for? she thought. After watching Michael drive off, Jade wandered up to the bedroom and slumped heavily into her favourite armchair, feeling thoroughly miserable. Ordinarily, she would have headed off to work very soon after. However Jade felt so sad that work would have been quite beyond her. She had been finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on her work to the extent her immediate superiors had been making noises about her performance or lack of it of late. Normally conscientious and hardworking, Jade very rarely, if ever, missed a days work - however on this occasion, she felt it was better to give it a miss for once.

Why is he so unhappy? Jade thought sadly, I'm quite sure that there is something bothering him but he will not tell me what it is! Why oh, why? she despaired. Does Michael not love me? Michael, I love you so much. You know that. I wish you would tell me whats wrong. I'd listen to you and help you.

"But YOU WON'T TELL ME!!" she screamed out aloud, tears of rage and frustration streaming down her lovely face. She broke down, sobbing bitterly, feeling as alone as she had ever been in her life. Doesn't he trust me? I have always trusted you. You're so gentle and caring and loving. Jade smiled wanly as she recalled the many radiantly happy hours they had spent loving each other in bed. We don't even kiss any more, she thought. Like this morning… The sudden realisation that they never seemed to kiss any more brought bright tears to her enormous dark eyes. Slowly a large fat tear wended its way down her right cheek. Then another.

Jade sprawled in the large armchair facing the window and bed and cried until she could cry no more. Her heart was breaking for she hated to see Michael so unhappy.

Eventually, as Jade gradually recovered her composure, she noticed the mysterious chest sitting there at the base of the bed. Idly she wondered, Whats in there? Suddenly it occurred to her that she had never looked inside the old seaman's trunk. I don't think I've ever seen whats inside there! Suddenly curious to see what treasures might lie within, she eased herself out of the chair and silently padded over to where it stood at the base of the large bed. Let's have a look! she giggled, momentarily forgetting her own worries.

Jade carefully lifted the heavy lid, eager to see what was inside. What she saw stunned her. Incredulously, she picked up the bondage magazine that I had carelessly discarded on the top of the various paraphernalia stored inside and stared in disbelief. What she saw literally overwhelmed her. She'd never seen anything like this in her life before.

Jade had never heard the term 'bondage' in her short life, much still less seeing pictures of tied up and gagged women. It had never occurred to her that people might actually like to tie or be tied up… She was shocked to the core both with her discovery and the realisation that perhaps she did not know quite as much about Michael as she thought she did.

Hurriedly, suddenly anxious to see what else was secreted inside, Jade began pulling out everything inside. As Jade dug her way ever deeper, what she saw amazed her. Dozens and dozens of bondage magazines, videos depicting tied up Oriental women on the covers, folios containing 'how to' techniques and stories. Quickly, Jade skimmed through all these, so curious to see what else lay within was she. At last, she came to the really interesting stuff hidden at the bottom of the chest. Although Jade had no idea what some of the some of the bondage paraphernalia was, she had little trouble working out their purpose. Spreader bars, arm-binders, straps and harnesses all found the light of the day as she picked each up and examined them. Wonderingly, Jade picked up the seemingly miles and miles of white ropes and held them up. Far from being repulsed, she felt strangely aroused. Incredulously, she held the one-piece black latex rubber suit up, marvelling at its smell and texture. The rubber felt very soft and smooth to the touch. It's smaller red twin lay next to it. With a shock, Jade realised it was her size - is this one meant for me? she wondered. Suddenly, Jade knew that she wanted to try it on but she held herself in check.

Jade could not help but giggle helplessly when she discovered yet more rubber and PVC clothing. There were various dresses, halters, skirts and best of all, a black PVC leotard with removable sleeves and crotch flap, which could be done up with press-studs. So this is what you get up to, Mickey darling? Laughing, No wonder you didn't want to tell me!

A small cardboard box caught her eye. Jade picked it up and laid it on the bed with everything else. She opened it. The contents fascinated her. Jade had never known that such things existed. She held up the harness ball-gag, with its multitudinous straps and buckles and turned it this way and that, wondering what it would be like to be gagged with that. With a sudden thrill, Jade realised she also wanted to try it on but she could not figure out the placement of the straps and buckles. As soon as Jade saw the smaller classic ball-gag, she decided to put it on. She put the ball in her mouth, marvelling at the way it felt and it's size. It felt huge in her mouth. Unhesitatingly, she reached behind her head and buckled up the strap rather tightly, thoroughly gagging herself in the process. Jade could not believe the way it felt - the way it filled her mouth so thoroughly like that. She tried to speak but found she could not. "Mmmpffpphhhhh mmphfhh!" was the most Jade could manage. It felt soooo… erotic! Yes that's it! Erotic! she thought. She was also becoming aware of the growing wetness in her groin. Jade moaned into her gag as she admired herself in the mirror.

Having emptied the chest of its contents, Jade took stock. Suddenly, it dawned upon her that perhaps that this was the secret that Michael had been hiding from her. With a sudden shocking clarity of thought, it dawned on her this was certainly what he had been hiding from her for so long. I think he likes to be tied up. But why? she puzzled. It doesn't seem so bad after all. With a secret thrill, Jade thought, I bet he wants to tie me up! Even more thoughtfully, Now I think I know what the problem is… He wants to tie me up or get me to tie him up but he does not know how to ask me! I'm sure that what it is!

Looking at the cover of one of the magazines strewn on the bed, Jade thought, Actually, I wonder what it would feel like to be tied up like that? By now, Jade was acutely aware of the strange sensations in her most private parts. Her heart was also beating much faster than usual and her chest felt strangely tight. With another shock, she realised that she was feeling extremely turned on. She inserted her hand below the waistband of her jeans and gently fingered her soaking pussy before withdrawing. Very thoughtfully, Jade made the connection that if the sight of the ropes, the pictures of various bound and gagged women and being gagged herself made her feel like this, then she could well understand the attraction that bondage held for Michael. It was also with a sudden shock that Jade realised that she actually wanted to be tied up. I want to be tied up! she thought, shaking with glee with what Michael would say if he only knew. I want Michael to tie me up then fuck me!

Aware that it would be ages before Michael returned, Jade leisurely selected some of the more interesting looking magazines and settled down in the armchair to read them. Gag still tightly secured in her mouth, she pored spellbound, over the many pictures of women tightly tied up in a great variety of interesting positions. Jade was especially interested in those photos that depicted various beautiful women in hog-ties. Thoughtfully, Jade laid the magazine in her lap and considered, I wonder what it would feel like to be tied up like that? The growing heat down below quickly convinced her that she would, in all likelihood, like it. Suddenly, Jade could hardly wait to be tied up. After reading various letters and stories in Bondage Life, she knew that she wanted to be tied up, since it sounded like so much fun!

After thoroughly reading the magazines from cover to cover, Jade thoughtfully considered the videos laid out on the bed. It took several moments careful perusal before she selected several especially promising videos. The first video dealt with "Asian bondage". The second video got the nod for the depiction of the hogtied girl on the front cover. The last one apparently examined bondage techniques.

Jade picked them up and carried them downstairs. She turned the VCR on, popped the first video in and pressed "Play". She settled down to watch. Jade felt herself getting wetter and wetter as Anna Fabuka and Kaoru Mochida were roped up in successively tighter and more stringent bondages. Somewhat guiltily, Jade realised that she wished it were herself being tied up like that. She liked the way their hands were lashed to their elbows. Jade also found the crotchropes both girls were sporting especially intriguing and wondered aloud how that would feel. It did not escape her attention that both Anna and Kaoru seemed to be enjoying themselves very much.

Eventually, the video ended and she replaced it with the second one with the picture of the hogtied girl on the cover. This one stared Simone Devon and Star Chandler, whoever they were. There was no plot or storyline as such - just lots of progressively tighter bondages and on-screen rope tying. As it progressed, Jade found herself getting more and more absorbed in the way Simone was tying up Star in all those different positions, several times hitting 'Replay' to see how Simone tied up Star. It was obvious that both girls were really getting into this - there was nothing fake or artificial about this scene. When Jade saw Star humping against her crotchrope, she realised that she needed some kind of relief or she was going to go crazy. Aflame with lust and desire, Jade pulled off her jeans and panties before leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs wide. As she inserted her fingers up her aching mound, she was shocked to see how wet she was. Jade closed her eyes and pretended she was all tied up and gagged while she masturbated herself to a massive orgasm. Seemingly seconds later, her juices spurted out, soaking her thighs and the seat of the chair. Spent, Jade flopped backwards in the chair, breathing heavily through her gag.

Once Jade regained her composure, she replaced it with the third video on 'bondage techniques.' It covered the so-called basics of bondage. She was absolutely spellbound. It had never occurred to her that there was so much technique involved in bondage. As the instructor earnestly explained, " - bondage is supposed to be fun! Therefore the correct technique is essential if both parties are to be able to enjoy themselves properly." Jade was even more interested when the instructor demonstrated the basic rope tying techniques on herself. Let's give it a try! Jade thought, This sounds like fun! She hit the 'Stop' button on the video recorder and pulled her panties back on.

She dashed up to the bedroom and brought back a quantity of rope to tie herself with. Suddenly thinking that if she was going to play these kinds of games, Jade decided that she really should dress the part. All part of the fun! she giggled to herself Back upstairs she flew and changed into a full set of the sexiest most provocative lingerie in her collection. She donned her favourite black lacy bra, suspender panties and matching stockings. The five-inch stiletto heels went on last. Wow! I really look the part don't I? Jade thought, preening in front of her gagged reflection in the mirror. Playing with her breasts and nipples, a wonderful sense of well-being enveloped her. She had not felt so excited or alive like this for ages! At least not since the early days of their courtship and eventual marriage when every day had been a dream.

Jade unhurriedly strolled back downstairs. Although she wanted to run, the stilettos precluded any kind of hasty pace lest she trip and fall over. With a measured dignity, she tripped her way down the hall and into the living room. She pressed 'Rewind" and sat down to begin tying herself up like on the video. Jade watched each step of the tying process very carefully several times until she felt confident enough to give it a go. Here goes… she thought, as she leant down to begin binding her feet together. Jade doubled and looped the rope as shown in the video. As the ropes looped and tightened around her ankles, she felt the first stirrings of another orgasm building so aroused was she. Carefully, Jade bound and cinched her ankles tightly together. Happily she inspected her handiwork - she'd done a good job. The ropes and knots were tight and would not slip. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body as she contemplated her bound ankles. Quickly, Jade lashed her knees together in the same way, intensifying the warm feelings invading her body. She squirmed in pleasure in time with the bound model on screen.

At last, the video reached the really interesting part. Jade sat up straight and watched the instructor tying a tight crotchrope on the already bound model then she. She was not sure how it would feel so she kept her panties on. Jade doubled and looped the rope as per instructions and tied it tightly around her slender waist, knotting it behind her, then passing the ends between her thighs and over the rope in front. Carefully she adjusted the rope before pulling them tight. Jade gasped through her gag as the ropes pressed insistently into her crack. Oh! She had never imagined it could feel like this. She moaned hungrily into her gag as she passed the ropes back between her legs and pulled them deeper into her snatch.

Carefully, Jade tied the ends off in back and laid back to savour the way the crotchrope felt. Jade placed her arms behind her and crossed her wrists in back, wishing her hands were bound too. She bucked and humped against her crotchropes as she stimulated herself to yet another orgasm. As soon as she felt herself about to climax, she eased off then built the tempo up again until she could stand it no longer and worked her way up to a titanic earth-shattering orgasm. The ropes were saturated where she had come.

Momentarily exhausted, Jade leant back and reflected on the day's events so far. It had been an astounding day - she'd discovered an aspect of her sexuality she never knew existed. At least I won't have to pretend for Michael that I like bondage - I truly like this! I never dreamt it could feel so good! she thought dreamily, I want him to tie me up, and fuck me every which way.

Once Jade regained some kind of equilibrium she reluctantly untied her legs although she kept the crotchrope on for the time being. Her jaw was beginning to ache a bit so she reluctantly took off the gag. After gathering up everything, she went back upstairs to tidy up so that Michael would not notice that she had been there. A plan was already formulating in her mind. As Jade tidied up, several folios caught her eye. Quickly she flipped through them. The first couple of folios contained nothing but bondage stories or photos downloaded and printed out from the Internet. The next couple were much more interesting - copies of e-mail correspondence between Michael and his apparently numerous friends all of whom appeared to like bondage as much as he did.

She took them over to the bed and lay down to read them. What she read stunned her for she had had no idea how important bondage was to Michael. She read about informed erudite discussions on techniques, advice and general chitchat regarding favourite positions and experiences. Many correspondents appeared to be fascinated with the concept of 'damsels in distress.' However, the one recurring theme was Jade, his love for her and his frustration with not being able to communicate his desires to her. She was even more surprised to see the extent of his love for her.

Jade cried when she read what he had written; I love Jade very much. I love her more than life itself. She is the best girl I'll ever meet in my life. So warm, so caring and unselfish - Jade thinks only of me and how to make me happy. I cannot believe the way that she spoils me. She's endlessly loving. (or at least she used to be until this blew up!) But how on earth do I tell her that I love bondage too. I want to tell her but I'm scared that I'll lose her and that I could not bear. It would break; no it would shatter my heart into a million pieces if I lost her. How do I explain to her, he had lamented, that bondage can be and is a loving act between two lovers? It's not all whips and chains, as the ignorant uninformed media would have us believe.

I know in my heart that it's quite normal (why do so many people like it?) But that does not mean others think the same way. There are people who think that masturbation is weird and evil! Never mind actually wanting to tie up my wife! I want to tie her up, I want her to tie me up too, but the most important thing for me is that she should be able to enjoy it. Tears streamed openly down her face as Jade read on. If the worst comes to the worst, she read, I'll give up the bondage as hard as it may be for me to do so because Jade is far more important to me. I want her to be happy. Right now the way I've behaved towards her has been and is hurting her so bad, I hate to see her so unhappy and its my fault. I feel I've been selfish to her…

"No it's not!" Jade yelled. "It's NOT your fault!" After reading through Michael's numerous e-mails, she could much better appreciate how and why he felt as he did and she loved him for it. She thought sadly, I should have tried harder to find out what the problem was. I should have told him that I would always love him no matter what. Anyway, she cheered up, a broad smile spreading across her face; it's our anniversary in a couple of days. I think I'll have to prepare a very special surprise for him!

Jade thought long and hard how best to surprise Michael. The best way to do it is to arrange for him to find me tied up. I will be his anniversary present! All tied up and gift-wrapped! Happily, she fantasised how he would react to finding her bound and gagged. Suddenly Jade was forced to acknowledge that there was one major flaw in her plans - how was she going to going to be able to tie herself up? Soberly Jade recognised that this was physically impossible. I could tie my legs together and let him find me like that, she thought. But that's not what I want! I really want to do this properly - I want him to find me really tied up and gagged so he can ravish me!!

Wednesday, August 16, 1999

Eventually, Jade decided to ask her friend, Melissa at work what to do for she was quite stumped. Sensing her compassion and understanding, Jade poured out her heart and the story of what had happened to date, leaving out only the more salacious bits. As luck would have it, much to Jade's surprise, it transpired that her friend, Melissa had already been exposed to the bondage scene with an ex boyfriend. "Dear, he liked me to tie him up too." It suddenly occurred to Jade that perhaps bondage was really not all that unusual after all since her best friend at work was into it! It was Melissa who cheerily suggested that perhaps she could help her out?

Smiling, she waited for Jade's reply. Jade hesitated, unwilling to commit herself just like that even if Melissa was her best friend.

Adroitly sensing Jade's indecision, Melissa said, "Darling, I know it's not easy for you - theres a lot of trust involved. Have a think about it if you like and if you still want me to come around and tie you up, all you have to do is ask - theres no great rush."

Thoroughly touched by Melissa's understanding, Jade said, "Thanks so much, I really appreciate that." Then, conscious that their wedding anniversary was only two days away, she decided to take the plunge and ask Melissa to come around and help her out. "Look Melissa, I've decided, well… um…" Suddenly embarrassed to say it out aloud, Jade stumbled and tripped over the words.

Very gently, Melissa asked, "Jade, if you want me to come around and tie you up, I'd be honoured to do that…"

"Could you?" Jade asked. Shyly, "Thanks"

"It's nothing!" Melissa airily replied, "It'll be fun!" Suddenly serious, "I know how much Michael means to you and really, I'm delighted to help out." A thoughtful look appeared on her face. "You know, this could work out just fine - it'll give you the chance to see if you really like being tied up as much as you think you will."

Jade mused, "I hadn't realised that…"

"I suppose not," Melissa replied. "Well, like I said, I'm happy to help you out."

"Thank you very much." Jade said. "What time could you come around?"

"Well, what time does Michael usually get home?"

"Um, around seven or so. At the very latest, quarter past." Jade commented, relieved that every thing seemed to be going to plan at last. "I've got a rostered day off on Friday so I have plenty of time to get ready."

"That's a problem," Melissa said, "I don't!" Suddenly thoughtful, "What the hell, I'll call in sick." Smirking, "After all, it's all in a good cause."

"You sure?" Jade asked rather doubtfully.

"Absolutely!" Melissa said. Laughing, she leaned over and whispered conspirationally, "Besides which, a happy employee is a productive employee!"

Giggling, "I haven't been too happy lately have I?"

"No, you have not!" Melissa dryly agreed.

"Have I been that obvious?" Jade asked.

"Yep."

"I see," Jade thoughtfully said.

"I see indeed," Melissa mimicked. "Actually, I've been wondering why you've been so unhappy lately. Everyone has but you wouldn't tell me when I asked you about it before."

"Sorry, but its just that I didn't want to burden you with my own personal problems," Jade said, "After all you've got enough on your own plate already."

"Aw look!" Melissa said, placing an arm around Jade's shoulders, "That's what friends are for. Next time you have a problem, tell me! OK?"

"Will do."

"Promise?" Melissa asked.

"Promise." Jade replied.

"Attagirl!" Melissa said.

Jade grinned, feeling slightly overwhelmed how caring and understanding her friend had proved to be. For all that Melissa was her best friend at work, occasionally Jade felt that she really did not know her all that well. They had little in common apart from work and a shared love of shopping. Melissa was extremely knowledgeable when it came to clothes and fashion. Melissa was no fashion slave, preferring to stick with classic styles and designs that would not date. Morrissey Edmiston was one of her perennial favourites. However, Melissa was equally happy to shop at lower end stores such as Target if the 'look' was right. Raven-haired, elegantly dressed and very confident, Melissa intimidated a few people at the firm, despite her friendly and easygoing nature. Since Melissa was one of the few women holding a managerial position at her work, it was unsurprising that did intimidate some people.

Jade thought this was a bit unfair since Melissa was such a naturally warm hearted person - she often wished that people would be less judgemental and take time to get to know others better. Jade had noticed how Melissa always seemed to take the time to get to know everyone, no matter what his or her position was in the firm. She admired the manner in which Melissa took the trouble to show newcomers 'the ropes' (no pun intended!) and help them settle down upon arrival. Jade was aware that many of the more senior managers often felt that such tasks were beneath them, preferring to delegate such responsibilities to the lower end supervisors in their department. Melissa was very much a people person and Jade sometimes wished that she could be a bit more like her.

Jade strongly suspected that beneath Melissa's occasionally brash exterior, she was basically a lonely person. She never appeared to discuss her love life in the casual way many of her colleagues did. The mention of what her previous boyfriend liked to do to her (tie her up) was the first time Melissa had ever referred to her love or sex life. Jade had also spotted her gazing wistfully at other strolling or dining couples. However she had never dared voice her thoughts out aloud. Melissa's general demeanour and avoidance of the subject seemed to discourage such discussion.

It had come as a complete surprise to Jade that Melissa apparently liked bondage as well. She'd admitted that although she'd been tied up on several occasions, "just to see what it was like," she liked to be the one in control. In other words, she much preferred to do the tying. This did not really surprise Jade since Melissa was such an outgoing, confident person by nature.

Suddenly Melissa interrupted Jade's musings, "Look, since we have all day to get ready, why don't you spoil yourself? Lets go out and get some nice stuff for you!" Giggling, "Some nice lingerie, get your hair done etcetera etcetera "

"Any excuse to go out shopping!" Jade laughed, well aware of Melissa's love for the art of shopping. That girl was born to shop, Jade sometimes thought.

"Just for you!" Melissa cheekily replied.

"Sounds good!" Jade sighed dreamily, thinking of the day to come, "Ok, you're on!"

Suddenly thoughtful, Melissa asked, "What about rope? Though you have some at home, I suppose."

"Actually that's a good question," Jade replied, You're right, what if Michael realises that the chest is unlocked? He'd lock it back up again so fast it's not funny."

"Then we'd be up the creek." Melissa agreed.

"Without a paddle." Jade chorused.

"Then," Melissa declaimed, "We'd better go get some rope!" Thoughtfully, "Do you want to be gagged as well? I suppose you do…"

"Yes, I do." Jade said very firmly. Feeling more confident by now, "I like it."

"Good. Well, I know this bondage shop where we can get all kinds of stuff. I've been there before. They're very friendly and helpful."

Nonplussed, Jade asked, "Bondage shop?" She had never dreamed that such places existed in Melbourne.

Seeing the look of confusion on Jade's face, Melissa cheerily replied, "Yes, a bondage shop! Its called 'Bound For Pleasure' They sell rope and all kinds of interesting bondage equipment. I bet if we asked them, they'd be able to tell you all about Michael."

Jade burst out laughing, drawing startled glances from several other work colleagues nearby. Although, they couldn't hear the conversation, they did hear Jade's laughter. Jade could feel their disapproving glances as they resumed their chat. Normally hard working and conscientious, Jade was too excited to care what they thought.

After a few minutes more desultory chatting, it was arranged that Jade would meet Melissa at nine in the morning at her inner suburb home.