They were planning for a quiet night. The only thing was, they each had different ideas of what quiet meant.

You see, he was going to head upstairs and surf around on his phone. Perhaps look at some porn, respond to some work e-mails, fall asleep by 8pm. Her idea was completely different.

She was leaving work, maybe an hour from getting home, when she texted him, "Hey dear. Can you do me a favor? Can you run to the store and grab me a nice bottle of wine? You can get yourself some beer... Make sure you'r back in the next 30 minutes or so."

She had a plan to have a very relaxing night at home. It was Friday and she wanted to watch chick flicks, take a bath, and plan to sleep in in the morning.

He promptly got his shoes on and walked out to the car... what a beautiful day to be outside! Perhaps they'd grill out tonight, he thought.

When he was walking through the store, his phone dinged and another text from her came in. She said, "Hun, I don't really care what your plans are tonight. I want you to go home and tie yourself. I would like you under the stairway, ankles tied tight and tied off to something with your hands cuffed behind you. When I get home, I might play with you."

Holy shit. He grew a boner in the store while looking at wine. He quickly grabbed two bottles, not sure of what she'd like, and ran out to the car. He raced home and grabbed chains, locks, cuffs, and a blindfold. He thought a gag might be nice, but didn't want to spoil things.

He headed down to the laundry room. Before he rounded the corner under the stairs, he left the keys on the kitchen counter.

Underneath the stairs, he had added a little spot under the stairway, far in the back, where he could secure his ankles to. He chained his ankles together and locked them to the spot. At this point, there was no backing out. The keys were way out of reach.

He blindfolded himself and ratcheted the handcuffs shut behind his back. His cheeks rested on the cool concrete floor.

It wasn't long before he heard the door open, but he knew better than to say anything or bring attention to himself.

As she entered, she noticed the bottle of wine propped up with a nice card and a beautiful note. She read it and smiled to herself, imagining her fiancé who was helpless under the stairs. She notices another note, written and taped to the laundry room door. It's equally as beautiful, but very kinky. It describes how she should enjoy herself and wishes her a happy Friday.

And she does just that - on her way to open a glass of wine and turning the TV up high so she couldn't hear him even if he wanted to yell. She sips her wine, one glass here and one glass there. She appreciates how quiet things are. He appreciates how fucking helpless and horny he is. It's bliss for both of them.

For a moment, she considers leaving him there until the morning. Her thoughts subside as she thinks about how cruel it would be. And for a moment, he thinks the same thing... what if she leaves me here? Nah, she would never do that. "But how fucking hot would that be," his thoughts continue.

Ah, yes! She forgot about her ideas for a candle lit bath. She heads up past the laundry room, a giggle smile on her face, and on to the bath tub. She begins preparing the hot water and candles. Light vanilla fragrance fills the dark room. This couldn't get any better...

He hears the water running and knows what is happening... he pulls agains the cuffs and his chained ankles. Not a budge in either.

She strips naked and soaks into her bath, some light country music playing in the background and not a worry in the world. Not even a thought about her lovely guy tied downstairs. She ends up so relaxed that she forgets the time past. How long as it been since she got home? Must have been a couple of hours ago. "So nice that work doesn't even cross my mind," she thinks.

As the water loses its warm energy and cools off, she slowly pulls herself out of the tub. Wrapping the towel around her and admiring herself in the mirror. Love. Ah, yes, finance. Ah, he's tied. Good.

She makes a game-time decision - she's going to give him what he's fantasized about. He's staying tied all night. And it's going to suck for him. So, she puts on some underwear and heads downstairs for another glass of wine. As she sits there imagining him inside the laundry room, one more glass of wine quickly turns to two more and she's ready for bed.

She heads into the laundry room to tease him a bit. "Hun, I'm going to be back later. But before I leave you, perhaps for the night, I want you to know that you have asked for this. And I don't want you to enjoy it too much..." And she notices it - a ring in the stairway where she can tie off his handcuffs well above his back. In a split second, she raises his wrists up to the wood and locks them in place with a spare padlock. She laughs, giggles, and says, "See you soon."

He doesn't know what to say. She's right, he asked for this.