You comply

I run to the cupboard, pull out the handcuffs and the bondage rope I bought as an unwelcome attempt to spice up our sex life last year, and grabbed a pair of panties from her drawer. I dial her on FaceTime - she's not enabling her camera, so I just get on with it and set the camera up on the bedside table.

I am conscious of time, but also smart enough to know that if she senses I am cheating, she will count it against me, so make sure the ropes for my ankles are tied properly, put the panties are firmly in my mouth and then pick up the handcuffs.

I hesitate briefly, looking over at the phone. I must look like a cunt, I think, panties in mouth, but put one wrist in the cuffs, put it behind my back and then struggle to close the clasp around the second wrist. It takes about another 30 seconds to do the second wrist and then there is nothing else for it but to lie back on the bed. I have lost track of time and have no idea if I did this in time.

It takes a couple of attempts to find a comfortable position, with my hands cuffed behind my back. But I do it, and then relax the next I can.

As you would expect, time seems to travel slowly, and I quickly have no real sense of how long I have been there. At first I am just trying to calm down, control my breathing, say relaxed, just wait.

After what I think might be half an hour, my mind starts to wander, I think about how she has played me, how it was a mistake to throw out the dildo. After an hour I am wondering what this might mean for our marriage. Some time after that, I start to wonder if she is fucking him as I lie there, which bizarrely leads to me getting turned on thinking how she has me helpless and at her mercy whilst she can be doing anything, and anyone. The longer it goes on, the more the sense of helplessness, and the obvious sexual reminders of her panties in my mouth makes me harder and harder. Over time, I relax into this sense of erotic helplessness, and surprisingly start to find it cathartic and I drift into subspace.

I think it may have been about 2 hours when I finally hear her car pull up. My arms are sore, but surprisingly not as sore as I had expected. I am still hard, and am surprisingly calm. She is in no rush as she comes in, I hear noises downstairs as she goes in the kitchen and the lounge. She has obviously had enough time to fuck if she wants, so I am unsure of what has occurred. I wait.

Eventually she comes up to the bedroom. She stands in the doorway naked.

She strolls with deliberate casualness to the bed and then steps up onto the bed so that her naked form straddles my body. I am looking up at her bare pussy. Gagged (not daring to sit the pantie out) still trying to see if she has been fucked.

After all this time, I am in some form of subspace, so just lie there passively looking up at her. I am not sure what she see's in my face as she looks down at me but she can clearly see my hard cock. She kneels down and without saying a word starts to very gently stroke my cock. We stay like that for 5, maybe 10 minutes, without saying anything, her just gently stroking my cock.

It doesn't take long before I am panting into the panties, then thrusting my hips trying to get more sensation, then (to my shame) whimpering, and finally frantically thrashing about in sexual torment. I am demented with lust, and totally submissive at this point.

Then she lets go of my cock. My eyes go wide and I look at her, whimpering. She slowly, ever so slowly, reaches across to the big black dildo, and I watch with a sense of inevitable doom as she slides it into her wet pussy. She comes almost instantly, a genuinely evil look on her face that shocks me. She proceeds to fuck herself with it, whilst I look up helpless at her. She comes multiple time in quick succession.

She rolls of me and goes to sleep. She has not said a word since getting home. I am still bound and tied. I spit out the panties and try to sleep.