Bob and Alice had been married for only a few years when he began to feel something was changing about their intimate life. Nothing bad, just a shift, and he couldn’t put his finger on just what it was. One evening they were watching a video, and in the opening scene, a man was tied to a bed, spread eagled, and a woman was riding him cowgirl, and riding him hard. Later in the scene, she would stab him to death, but well before that part, Bob heard Alice mutter under her breath, “wrong person’s tied down.”
The light went on in Bob’s brain.
He put two and two together and got the appropriate four. In this case, the first two were her urging him on to rougher and rougher elements in their lovemaking, and often saying “take it, take your f*cking piece” and the second two were her recent tendency to not say his name, calling him “sir,” “bubba,” “you bastard” or another of a multiple choices and the fact that she had stopped looking at his face when they had sex.
So, being a man who might do so, he decided to take a chance and test his “sexual arithmetic.” A couple of evenings later, he proposed blindfolding her, another recent idea that she brought to their coupling (should that be two plus two plus one equals five?) and she eagerly agreed. He had prepared the bedroom. After the blindfold was applied and everything else was removed, he lay her on her back on the bed, and sat on her, quite literally. Reaching for the two loops of cotton rope he’d set up on each head corner, under the pillows, he slipped them on, one hand on each of her hands quickly, and jerked his hands out lest he be trapped, as well. She jerked and lurched; he tied her feet; he tightened the ropes, and he f*cked her mercilessly. She came like he had never either seen or imagined.
They talked afterward, and she admitted some desires for things like being tied, not seeming to have a choice in being f*cked, being “forced” by spanking to submit to giving up a piece of pussy, etc, etc, etc. Being an astute man, he devised ways to capitalize on her desires, and after a time, their sexual escapades were all about her being tied or her being very submissive, either voluntarily or (supposedly) involuntarily.
All well and good? I think so. I imagine you think so.
Remember, he never went to a “BDSM store” to get “BDSM equipment” and he never went to a BDSM website to learn how to “do BDSM right.” He just learned what she needed, and found that he liked it, too, and went about using standard normal household items to meet her needs and feed his likes.
So, when, then, did they cross over from “vanilla” into “in the lifestyle?”
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