Liz and me.

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It gave me a shock that evening when I got home from work. I knew that Liz was clever at woodwork and metalwork as well. I never realised she was also very quick at thinking for answers for different problems.

I had been moaning like most men that our sex life was boring. It needed spicing up. Liz asked what I wanted and I said bondage would be good. Her in leather gear or sexy clothes would be great. Short skirt or tight shorts would be perfect.

No more was said though and we went back to our normal lives. That was until Liz said she wanted to decorate the bedroom. Shades of St. Andrew’s Cross came into mind. I asked her what she planned. Her idea was to move into one of the spare bedrooms. That room always got me. I never realised how it would help me fulfil my dream of being tied up and held captive. It is an odd shaped room. To get to it you went through a three-foot passage to the door. When you got inside, we realised the recess would make a brilliant wardrobe.

That is when shock came. The normal door had been replaced by a thick cedar door. “I’m changing all the doors for these. They will keep the moths at bay” she told me. I was happy with that. It cost us a fortune, but it was worth it. I love the grain of cedar. The polish had really brought the grain out. Liz is good with woodwork but she had to get a carpenter in as she couldn’t lift the door. I hadn’t clicked what she had in mind. I did notice two grooves cut into the doorframe which was also cedar. I asked her about it and she said I would find out in due course. Her idea is to have a different type of wood for each door frame.

Liz had a few days off so she decided to have wardrobes put in that room. It sounded good to me. The wardrobes had been built and al that was left was to fit the doors. Shelves were put in to the left but the area next to the door to the room was open. It looked good, I must admit.

By the time Liz went back to work, I was not allowed to see what was going on in that room, she had made a lot of additions. I noticed she had screwed thick cedar platform to the bottom of the door. All she would say was I would find out what it was for.

The frame of the wardrobe had been cut at the bottom of the right-hand side. I was intrigued. Saturday afternoon came and I was told to strip and come to the bedroom. Liz was waiting outside wearing some tight leather shorts and a leather vest which was also very tight. It must have done something to her as her nipples were standing out quite noticeably even though she was in leather. It must be a thin material was all I could presume.

The outfit was finished off with very high-heeled thigh length leather boots, elbow length leather gloves and a mask across her eyes. It made her eyes very alluring “Is this sexy enough for you?” She could see what I thought by my erection. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Wow. I’d never seen her like this before. She was a picture of my dreams. On the belt that was pulled tightly around her waist, she carried a whip. “Come slave. Follow me”

I watched as she puled two heavy bolts back and pushed the door inwards. I wondered why the two heavy bolts. I followed her into the bedroom (with a view like I was getting what male wouldn’t). “Stop” I did as I was told and Liz closed the door sliding a single bolt into place. “Turn round” I did and saw a six-inch thick platform at the base of the door. Halfway down were two parts of a strap on each side. The buckle was near the door on one side and the strap was quite long on the other side. There was another at forehead level. When I looked back down, I noticed two straps at my ankle height.

Liz got the metal bars she had fashioned and hooked them over the door. They were joined by a cross member to hold them steady. At the bottom of these she had rivetted some eye bolts and them to the bars.

“Stand on the platform” I backed onto it and she fastened the straps around my ankles. Then she repeated the sane with the strap around by waist. Now I knew why the straps were of unequal length. The buckle was not over my waist. She pulled it tight before fastening the buckle. This operation was completed around my forehead. Liz fastened straps around my wrists and said “Put your hands up” When I did, she fixed the cuffs to the eyebolts. I was well and truly stuck. “You wanted bondage. Now you have it. You should be careful what you wish for. I must admit, I’m loving this change of power”

At that point I found out why she had screwed this platform I was standing on. “Goodnight. Enjoy yourself if you can. I’m going to”. With that she stroked my cock and slowly closed the door. What was the bedroom door swung one hundred and eighty degrees, forming the door to the wardrobe. I could only watch as I was pushed inside the wardrobe and heard the two heavy bolts slide home.

I spent ages struggling and got nowhere. But eventually realised if I got out of these straps and cuffs, I couldn’t escape the wardrobe. Before I knew it, Liz opened the door and released me. “I did what you ask, now repay me in bed” she demanded.
That night was the best ever for us both. It left us screaming as our orgasms slammed home. “We must do it again soon.” She said in a happy tone. I can’t wait myself.

[SUBMISSION2]

Great bondage story and thrilled your fantasy / desire was fulfilled.
Would love to read more

[JaniceNoyb]

I think my wife needs to sit down with Liz and have a little chat...