Author's Note: I used to write a lot but haven't done for years. I was recently inspired by a friend to get back to writing, and so this is my first attempt in a long time. I realise I have slipped accidentally into present tense in a few places - hopefully this is not too off putting.

The story is about a married D/S couple with a relationship that has lost its passion due to everyday commitments (as relationships do) and the decision being made that it needs to be fixed.


The door clicked shut, slower than usual. His footsteps heavy on the floor as he dropped his bag and made his way to the lounge. As usual, dinner was cooked and waiting for him on the table, the house was clean and tidy, and I was watching TV waiting for him to come home. This had been the routine for a while, but not always. It used to be that when he came home I was waiting in my underwear on my knees for him, or sitting on the bed, hands behind my back. But it had been a long time since that had happened. I used to be his stress reliever when he got home from work, but that was now a distant memory.

I could tell he wasn't himself. He hadn't been drinking, didn't seem angry, but there was something different. It made me uneasy. He stood in the doorway of the lounge and leaned on the frame, watching me. I shifted positions and didn't know whether to look at him or not, so I chose to look down at my hands, fidgeting nervously.

"Sit up," he commanded out of nowhere and immediately I obeyed, dropping my feet to the floor and placing my hands on my knees. He often commanded me to do things, but not like this any more. He disappeared for a few minutes, during which I didn't move, then returned with a pair of thick, black leather cuffs in his hands. I eyed them, then looked right into his eyes. Sadness, that's what I saw.

He sat down next to me on the sofa and without saying anything fastened the cuffs round my wrists.

"Corner," he said. He didn't need to say anything else. In a flash I got up and hurried to the empty corner of the lounge, standing facing the wall.

"Strip," I heard, and took off my jeans, top and bra, folded them and put them on the floor next to me. He always used to like me to leave my panties on so the white cotton underwear stayed in place.

He sighed loudly, and I didn't move a muscle.

"I need to tell you something," he said quietly. My head dropped down and I started to shake it, no, no, no. It had crossed my mind that he was having an affair, maybe with some younger woman. He likes them young, I'm 8 years younger than him but maybe that's not enough for him.

"For the past couple of weeks, at work..." he began, and I started to say "no, no, no, please, no... I don't want to hear this..."

"Shhhh, listen. Please," he asked. He never asks. He commands.

"For the past couple of weeks, at work, there has been a new girl. A receptionist. 20, a pretty little thing." Tears start to roll down my cheeks. "She's popular with the men, but has particularly warmed to me. She likes me. Today, in my office, she went to kiss me." He got up from the sofa and walked over to me. He put his heavy hands on my shoulders and gently massaged them. He ran his hands down my arms, squeezing slightly, then stopped at the cuffs. His hands paused on them for a short while before bringing them together behind my back. I resisted a little, if he was going to dump me I didn't want to be bound while he did so. Still, my resistance caused no problem for him and in a second my hands were cuffed behind my back. His hands returned to my shoulders and continued to massage them.

"She went to kiss me," he continued. "And I stopped her. And fired her. Then left work. I've been walking along that seafront all afternoon, thinking about us." His hands moved to the front of my body, gently round my neck, then down my chest to my nipples. The second he touched them, they sprang up and immediately I felt myself burning down below.

"I've been thinking about what we used to have, what we used to do. Trying to work out why we don't do it any more." He turned me around and holding my nipple in one hand, gently pulling so I leaned in towards him to relieve some of the tension, he placed his other hand on my chin and raised my head so I was looking him in the eye. I dropped my gaze and tried to look elsewhere.

"Look at me," he commanded and I looked him directly in the eyes. Without meaning to, I bit gently on my bottom lip. With his thumb, he released my lip from my teeth. "I'm sorry," he said. "I've failed you. I trained you as my sub, then took advantage of the easy home life you gave me. I'm sorry. And things change tonight. Your training starts again now." I went weak at the knees as he grabbed my other nipple and pulled me towards him.

"Ow, please, that hurts," I said. He stopped, eased his grip a little and asked me if I remembered my safe words and actions. I nodded my head as I bit my lip again and the pressure on my nipples increased as he pulled me forwards to the middle of the room.

"Stop. Stand feet apart. Don't move," he commanded when we reached the centre of the room. My heart was racing. He disappeared from the room once more and a minute later returned with a bag. I knew that bag, he kept our toys in it when we travelled. He stood directly in front of me and dropped the bag to the floor.

"Do you trust me?" He asked. I was about to nod my head but then I stopped. Did I? It had been a long time since we had played in this way, but he was my husband. Hesitantly, I began to nod. "I understand," he said. "You will trust me again fully after tonight, but now, we need to rebuild that trust."

From the bag, he brought out a leather belt and fastened it tightly around my waist. But I knew this wasn't an ordinary belt, the strap dangling from it said all I needed to know.

"Bend over," he commanded and I did so.

"Spread," he said, tapping the insides of my thighs. Again, I did as he commanded. He ran his hand up my thigh and back down the other one, the rested his hand over my pussy, his finger pushing on my clit. I moaned gently and he moved his finger backwards and forwards, and tried to squeeze my thighs to add to the pressure on my burning clit.

"No," he whispered into my ear. "Not yet," and moved his finger away to my vagina. I was soaking wet, dripping. Without a word of warning, he pushed a large dildo into my wet hole. I gasp as it enters me and hits my cervix. There's no break before his fingers are at my asshole, stroking and playing with it. He blows gently on it, then rubs his fingers along my pussy, collecting my juices. I know what's coming and it scares me as nothing has entered my ass in months. "Relax," he says softly and I try my best to as I feel the ball of the butt plug pushing against my hole. He twists it, pushing it further in, and I let out a cry as it pops into my ass leaving only the base showing.

"Stand up straight," he commands and slowly I rise, trying not to move too much as it shifts the intruders inside me. He brings the strap from the back of the belt through my legs to my front, pulls it up behind the waist belt and tugs on it to tighten it, but doesn't attach it to anything. I look him in the eyes, and his face looks cold, how it used to, but it scares me. He hasn't done anything like this to me for so long now, my trust in him has gone.

"Please," I beg. "Please don't hurt me... please..."

"Hurt you?" He asks. "Why would I hurt you? You trust me, don't you?"

Again, I try to look away from him. Every part of me wants to be able to say yes, but I can't bring myself to say it. Because I would be lying.

"You trust me? Don't you?" He asks again, sterner this time.

"I want to," I whisper. He walks round to the front of me, lifts my chin with one finger and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. I linger, savouring his taste as he watches me, eyes fixed on mine.

Without warning, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me to him, again kissing me on the lips but this time forcefully, passionately. I reciprocate, enjoying every second of it. I lean in to him, stretch up on my tiptoes, tugging at my hands bound behind my back as I'm desperate to grab his hair and pull him closer into me, holding his lips to mine to prolong the kiss. Minutes later, he pulls me back by my pony tail.

"I fucking love you so fucking much, you hot, sexy bitch. You, just you, you're amazing. Everything to me. I've been a fucking prick treating you how I have been. I love you so fucking much," He spouts out, staring intently into my eyes. He means it. He wants me, he loves me.

"Ok," I say breathlessly. "I trust you." He smiles, then bends forwards and picks up a red ball gag from the floor. But this isn't the one we usually use, this one has a lot more straps on it. I'm unsure as he tells me to open my mouth. I hesitate but he's having none of it and grabs my nipple. I shout out in pain and as I do so, he shoves the gag into my mouth and buckles it tightly behind my head. The straps hang around my mouth as my jaw adjusts to the familiar feeling of my mouth being held open. Almost immediately I start to drool, and this just makes him smile.

"I fucking love it when you can't speak. When you can't protest," he says as he untangles the remaining straps. He pulls some up over my face creating a V over my nose and buckles them behind my head, then two more go round my chin and again buckle behind me. With each strap that he does up, the ball is forced further into my mouth, and I try to complain but only mumbles come out.

"Now there's nothing you can say, do you trust me?" I nod my head straight away. I do, I do trust him. That kiss said it all. He still loves me, he wants me, and he needs me. He picks up the belt that is dangling in front of me now and pulls it. "Walk," He commands, and I can do nothing but follow. He leads me out of the lounge, through the kitchen, but when he starts to head for the back door I try to stop. He's leading me outside into the back garden. It's warm out, but I don't want to be outside. He pulls on the belt, but I resist. However my resistance does very little as he is so much stronger than me, but still I try. "Walk or you'll be punished," He says sternly and although I know his punishment won't be nice, I still try to pull back.

He stops, turns to look at me and shakes his head, tutting. "Oh dear," he says. "That's one punishment earned. Now you can either follow me voluntarily or I'll carry you. But if I have to carry you, you'll get one punishment for each step I take." My eyes widen and I protest loudly behind the gag but he just shakes his head. I let out a sigh, frown my eyes at him to show him I'm not happy but slowly start to walk. He smiles a wry little smile and leads me out of the back door, through the conservatory and out into the warm night air. I can see the neighbours windows, some with lights on, and it unnerves me. Anyone could see me. "Don't worry," he whispers. "This isn't where we're heading."

This statement does nothing to calm me as it leaves two options. Either were going out in the car, or we're heading to empty garage, the place he always begged me to play but I never would. As he tugs on the belt, he leads me towards to garage door and out of the two options, I'm a little relieved this is the chosen one. He opens the door and flicks on the light. I'm surprised, it's clean and tidy in here. Our old sofa takes up one corner, there's a small fridge, a workbench, some cupboards, but it hasn't escaped my attention that there are several chains hanging from the ceiling and D rings cemented into the wall and floor. We never put the car in here, it's too big, so it's always been unused space but recently he's been going in here at weekends. Now I know what he's been doing.

"I've been spending time in here tidying up," he says, as if he's reading my mind. "Setting up for us in the hope that you'd still want to join me in here. You still want to, don't you," he asks, looking into my eyes. Again, I nod my head. I do. I'm excited now. "Good," he says and leads me into the centre of the room where there's two bricks on the floor about 3 feet apart. "On," he commands and I do as I'm told, standing on the bricks.

He stands back to admire me, looking me up and down. I notice this but more so I'm enjoying that he has let go of the belt so some of the pressure in my ass and pussy is relieved. He walks behind me and I know better than to look round. I hear him rummaging in a drawer then he wanders back over to me. He gently takes the hair tie out of my hair and lets it fall loose down my back before tying it again in a loose ponytail at the base of my neck. He reaches forwards and sweeps any loose bits from my face, the leans in to me and whispers into my ear...

"Ready?"

I pause. This is my last chance to get out. I know how he works. He asks if I'm ready and if I am he goes for it, there's no stopping him unless I use my safe words and actions. I take a deep breath and slowly.... Nod my head.

In a second a soft, black leather hood is pulled over my head. I immediately shake my head to try to get it off but he's too quick and strong. As I go to step off the bricks he grabs me round the waist with one arm, pulling me into him, and with the other pulls the hood down other the back of my head. Before I know it my head is covered with the black leather leaving only holes for my eyes and mouth, and a couple of gromits for my nostrils. With his one hand he pulls the zip shut, enclosing my head. "Move and you'll pay for it," he says and I know he means business so I stay still on the bricks, save for the shaking my body is beginning to do. He releases my waist and uses both his hands to work the drawstring on the hood, pulling it tighter and tighter, sealing the hood to my head. When he's finished, there's a small click as it tightens around my neck, locking me in and sealing the gag in place below it.

Without a word, he releases my arms from their bonds behind me and attaches the cuffs to two chains hanging from above. He steps away to the side of the garage and pulls the other ends of the chains. Immediately I feel my arms stretch above me, pulling on my muscles and shoulder blades. I try to pull back, to resist a little, but there's nothing I can do as he locks off the chains. I realise why he has me on the bricks now. If I try to move my legs or step off them I'll be left hanging from my wrists. He bends down and wraps two leather cuffs round my ankles then chains them to two D rings in the floor. There's a bit of slack but not much.

He rises, and stands in front of me, surveying me.

"Now, I don't know if I mentioned this, but England are playing tonight. Kick-off is in half an hour, and I know how much you dislike the football. So you can entertain yourself out here while it's on. 90 minutes, plus half time... I make that 2 hours." My eyes widen at the thought of being left like this for 2 hours, but it's not overly uncomfortable. In fact, with my imagination, I could quite enjoy it. But the smile on his face tells me he's not done with me.

He walks behind me and loosens the strap at my waist. I hear the flick of a pen knife and the force of it cutting through something tough. The leather belt. But then he pulls it back between my legs and through the waist band again. I don't understand, until I feel the butt plug gently moving inside me and realise he must have cut a slit in the belt length ways so he could access my ass. Slowly, slowly, he pulls out the plug and the relief I feel as it pops out is immense.

"Not for long, darling," he whispers before collecting something else from his drawer. He returns and again I feel a pressure on my ass but this time the ball disappears easily into it. But this feels different. Its wiggling about as he plays with it, then I feel something gently pulling against the top of my head. I realise a second too late what he's done. It's an anal hook, and he's attached it to a ring that must be at the top of the hood. With one sharp tug, my head is pulled back and he ties it off, tipped back about half way. Straight away I go to pull my head back up straight but as I do it pulls at the hook in my ass. So I tip it back to relieve the pressure but this causes my neck to ache.... So I pull my head up again.... Shit! The bastard! There's no comfortable position! I moan loudly into my gag but he just chuckles. "I thought you'd like that one," he smiles. "Now to finish you off before kick-off."

My nipples are adorned with clamps but not too tight. He knows I respond better to gentle pressure on my nipples than to hard. He straps the blindfold from the hood over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. I both hate and love not being able to see. It's terrifying but the suspense and loss of all time is hugely exciting. I pull on my legs trying to close them a little to get some pressure on my aching clit, but it's no good.

I feel the belt between my legs loosen again and there's some fumbling, and something that sounds like tape. Then gently, gently, he rubs his finger up and down my clit and in seconds I'm so close to orgasm that I'm not sure I can control it. I pull and tug at my bonds, not caring about the ache in my ass, to get my clit closer on his finger for that tiny bit of pressure I need to get off and just as I'm seconds away.... He stops. I cry out in frustration, tugging at my bonds.

Before I know it, he pulls the belt tight between my legs again, forcing the hook and the dildo further into my holes, but this time there's a little lump and its directly on my clit. Tighter and tighter he pulls the belt and I cry out in panic as the tightness makes me thrust my hips forward and push myself onto my tiptoes. I think the pressure is going to make me have to lift my feet off the bricks but then it stops and relaxes just a tiny bit. He has hooked the end of the belt onto one of the ceiling chains about 6 feet in front of me. I hear him say something, but I'm not sure what, although I catch the word enjoy. He runs his hands all over my body then once more down between my legs. Suddenly, my crotch starts to burn as the intruder in my pussy springs to life. It's a fucking vibrator! Then it stops, then starts. It's the remote control one. Then the lump by my clit does the same. On, off, on, off...

It all falls quiet.

I pull at my wrists. Nothing.

I tug at my ankles. Nothing.

I try to pull my head up.

I try to step back on the bricks.

I moan and cry out.

Nothing.

He's gone.

My pussy and clit spring to life, gently purring against my most sensitive spots. Closer and closer I get to my release... closer... closer... nearly there....

Stop.

It's going to be a long couple of hours.

I drop down onto the sofa, beer in hand, ipad next to me and switch it to the feed from the garage. I need to be able to see her, just in case. Plus, it's fun watching her frustration. I flick the football on just in time for kick off and settle back into the cushions. I find myself staring more at my ipad than at the TV. I'm entranced by her erotic little dances to try to get off. Her little shakes of frustration as I stop her pleasure.

I decide to be nice. I'll let her cum when England score.

They're playing Germany.

Final score: Germany 3 - England 0

Oh well.

I turn back to watch her on my ipad. I love this woman. So fucking much. I'll do anything and everything for her. She deserves the world, and I want to be the one to give it to her.

I switch on her vibrators and drop the remote on the floor. In seconds she's shaking violently as the biggest orgasm takes over her body and repeats itself again and again.

A few minutes later I head out to release my wife.

I fucking love this woman.

So much.