Dressing up

I had been sat there for a hour or so doing the usual wriggling and ‘mmmphinng’ getting my self worked up, watching a bondage video that a cd I was in contact with sent to me, when to my horror, I heard our front door open and the voices of my wife and her friends laughing and giggling. Apparently, they had received a call on the way down to Devon that the hotel had developed a fire and everything was cancelled, so had returned home. I panicked. But as I tried to release myself the loops tightened and I couldn’t get the ropes off, so I was now actually helpless. I struggled and wriggled, but in vain. My wife called out for me, but being gagged I couldn’t answer. Eventually, I heard her coming up the stairs and into the room. I was terrified. She had a look of horror on her face. I think she thought first of all I had kidnapped a woman. She then realised it was me. I sat there helpless as she walked around me with a look of thunder, I was so embarrassed. ‘What the hell are you doing, and what are you watching’ she asked. No point in trying to speak I had gagged myself too well. She turned the PC off and eventually decided to untie the gag, pulling it out of my mouth she had to hook the sponge out as I couldn’t spit it out myself. ‘What are you gay? and why are you gagged’ she said.

I tried to explain about my crossdressing and fetish, but she’d had enough, and before I got any chance to explain, she pulled the satin scarf back into my mouth forcing the knot back into my mouth this time without the sponge. ‘I shall sort you out later’ she said angrily then going behind my back saw my wrists behind my back were a bit loosely tied, so she tied my wrists tighter so I was now even more helpless. She stormed off downstairs to her friends. I thought she was going to bring them up, but after about another hour after they had left, she returned to me. She strolled around me, looking at what I was wearing.