Being excited like a little girl before prom. Stella has not felt that feeling for a long time. She keeps wondering: what has happened to her in the last few days? She doesn’t really get it yet. She feels a longing for something. For something she obviously was not aware of until she read that story she had discovered on the internet.

It was a short story by an unknown author. Actually, he is no longer unknown to her. He may not be more than a few lines on her screen, but his presence seems very real to her, even if it’s only virtual. She told him about herself, trivial and also intimate things.

And then she read his story. Or better: her story, her own story. And today her story is about to become reality.

For three years she is married now and actually happily. Nevertheless, the love life with her husband has sometimes taken a little boredom. But today this is about to change. The story of the unknown author is about her and her husband and a role play in which she is supposed to surrender control, to fully trust someone and to no longer feel responsible about adhering to social norms of sexuality.

She has been watching her husband in the last few days more closely than usual. Watching TV, reading the papers and looking at her. She's not sure, but she thinks, no, she hopes he'll like it.

Now she is making all the preparations. The food is ready, the table is set - only a one place setting, just for him. She will not sit at the table. The blindfold, a dark-red silk cloth, is ready. The ropes are as well, neatly folded on the ground. She puts the letter in the beige envelope and closes it. She writes in somewhat shaky handwriting "For my Master" on it. Then she looks at the clock again. Five to half-past seven. He will arrive at any moment. This morning she had already put an envelope in his briefcase. He will have found it and read it in the office.

She explained to him in this letter, that she loves him beyond all measure and that she wants to make a new experience for him and with him. She asked him not to call her that day because of the content, but only to come home at seven-thirty. He should keep quiet about what he finds there and not ask her about it. She will not speak for her part. He may open a second envelope that will be there and read what is in it.

It is time. She can hear his car driving up the driveway. Her heart beats with excitement. She puts down the bathrobe. Underneath she is completely naked. Then she takes the blindfold and kneels on the hard-wooden floor and ties the red cloth around her eyes. She checks the fit of the fabric and folds her arms behind her back. Then she waits for him, frightened by the strength of her desire. Of all the things he might do to her. Of all the things he might not do to her. 'Dear God!' she thinks, 'What am I doing?'

The door is getting unlocked. She recognizes the step of his dark brown Italian lace-up shoes. She hears his briefcase as he puts it down on the floor and the coat hanger on the wardrobe. His steps approach the living room where she waits for him. She feels his closeness and lowers her head. She is shaking with excitement. Her body is already hot and wet. She hears him remove the beige envelope from the table and sit down in the white leather chair that faces her.

My darling husband,

For some unbearably long weeks, I have wished to share a special experience with you. I imagine giving myself to you. I wish to obey you and to be solely at your disposal. Dearest, I want to be bound today, bound to your will and bound with this rope, which I have prepared for you here. Please tie me up and let me kneel beside you when you eat and when you rest from the day. Use my body when and how it pleases you.

Your servant

Torturing long seconds. How will he react to her letter? For minutes she hears nothing. She feels just his eyes on her bare body. Anticipation coils in her breasts and lower abdomen. If only he finally started.

Then he gets up, walks over to her and raises her head up by her chin. He kisses her on the forehead and says, "You will like it, my love."

He takes one of the ropes and ties it around her right upper arm. Another one around her left arm. He lets the ends hang down loosely. He repeats the same thing with two new ropes around her wrists. He folds a fifth rope twice, to a loop in the middle and knocks a simple knot every twenty centimetres. He lets this rope hang down on the front of her body after he puts it around her neck like a noose. The drooping ends he fixes at the height of the last knot around her hips.

During this procedure, in which she states with astonishment how unexpectedly professional he acts, she keeps her head silently lowered and enjoys each of his lacings and touches as if he would gently caress her.

Then he puts her arms behind her back and uses the ropes on her upper arms to connect them from the back around her body with the rope hanging down from her neck. Like a lace-up, he puts the rope through each eyelet in front of her bare upper body and back again, so that there is a firm fixation of the arms on the body. He then forms her hands behind her body in an almost praying position and also ties her wrists to her body.

"I want you to relax now. Kneel here before me! "

She follows as he tells her to. Heat radiates from his body. He opens his black cloth pants and pulls her head close to him. She sucks in the blistering heat, the faint scent of soap and the musky scent of his sex.

"Put my cock in your mouth, my angel," he says in a low but determined voice. "I don’t want you to move under any circumstances, just let me rest inside you."

She feels an indescribable sense of unconditional devotion. She huddles naked and tightly tied between his legs and takes motionlessly his slowly growing cock deep in her mouth. She can taste him. He tastes clean and faintly salty. A murmur of pleasure rises inside her throat. The temptation to suck on the silky hard flesh is great. She feels the throbbing in his veins on her tongue. Her inability to move gives her the opportunity to focus more on her bondage. She senses that this will soon be very uncomfortable.

His fingers dig into the base of her head. She feels the fragility of her neck, the masculine strength in his hand. He runs his fingers through her red-blond hair, grabs it at the back of her head and pulls it lightly. He pulls her head up slightly and withdraws his cock from her mouth. He lets her get up and leads her to the dining table. Next to the table, she has to kneel down again and lay her head as far as possible in front of her knees.

"Lift your butt! Hold it up nicely. Reveal your greedy, lustful back. Just relax and open yourself."

She is so focused on his commands that she no longer feels the painful fetters. Her heart is pounding so hard that her entire body is shaking from it. She expects him to fuck her now and tries to relax. But instead of his warm cock, which had just rested in her mouth, she feels a cold object on her.

She is so excited by the situation that she feels a galvanizing heat inside her. She pushes her butt up even higher and spreads her thighs more wildly apart until her muscles scream in silent protest and icy air invades her most private regions. There is nothing he cannot see in this position. She is open, vulnerable. Completely and unconditionally.

He pushes the object against the opening of her pussy as if to probe if it will fit inside her. And then he suddenly thrusts it all the way in. Piercing pain replaces the burning pressure. Jane swallows her breath. Something large and cold gets pushed inside her and a knife-sharp sensation stabs through her stomach. Uncontrollable lust sparks through her body. The sharp pain turns into equally sharp pleasure.

The thing almost feels like a vibrator, but it is so much longer than the one she uses from time to time. She can’t move, she can only feel. And she feels spitted, unbearably stretched and vulnerable. 'Rarely has he been so deep inside me,' she thinks in that moment and is ashamed of this comparison.

He again tells her to stop moving and, whatever happens, to remain silent in that position. He now will sit at the table and wants to watch her like that, while he will eat the prepared food. She's a little scared. She feels exposed and very helpless. The fear of her own courage seems to seize her now. Would she be able to stand that?

After a few minutes of motionless waiting, she suddenly feels a tingling in the abdomen. She gets scared. The thing in her starts to vibrate slightly, very little, very still and even. The muscles in her pussy ripple around it, but she remains motionless, does not dare to move. Her clitoris and breasts throb in time with the thing inside her. In the background, she hears his silverware rattle and how he puts the wine glass on the table.

'How can he eat now?' she thinks to herself. Slowly and continuously the vibration inside her increases. She won’t be able to remain still much longer. She cannot see him, but she senses, yes, she knows how his eyes stick to her and every little movement she makes. Her nipples and clitoris throb at the image in her head.

She holds her breath; her entire world is reduced to the object that fills her. The vibration is getting heavier and heavier. She tenses her muscles, pulls on her shackles and starts moaning softly. Her hips surge upward. She doesn’t feel anything around her anymore, only this devilish thing in her.

"Please ... Please, my Master ... Free me!" she stammers panting.

She does not hear him coming to her. She only feels a burning pain on her left butt cheek.

"You are disobedient, my angel. You have much to learn!"

He gave her another firm stroke on her right cheek this time. She glows and moans. With a jerk, he removes the vibrator and kneels behind her. Liquid arousal trickles out of her pussy. With one single push, he thrusts his cock into her. It’s like lightning is bolting through her. His cock feels even bigger than the vibrator before, so very long and thick and hard. And it pulses with a life of its own and creates a burning, stinging rhythm, that she instinctively responses to.

She sticks her ass up to him as far as she can, panting with desire for his cock. He pushes hard and thrusts deeper and deeper into her. His fingers dig into her waist. His muscles are hard and unyielding. He holds her tightly by the hips and pulls her body closer and closer. Uncontrollable lust sparks through her body. Nothing in her life has ever compared to this - not her erotic dreams and not her sexual fantasies.

Without a warning, she explodes. Her head snaps back and she cries out at the hard pleasure that tunnels inside her body. She is unable to control the orgasm that rips through her. She pulls helplessly and ecstatically at the tight shackles around her body and gasps in agonized pleasure. His body continues pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling. He cannot possibly go any deeper, but he does. Her pussy is clenching hard around his cock and she cries out again in uncontrollable release.

His cock hardens, thickens and finally, he explodes too and floods her with his hot semen. She welcomes the weight of his body, the flood of his pleasure, the fulfilment of hers. The muscles in her pussy flutter in the aftermath of her climax. He holds her tightly in his hands and does not move for a short, but seemingly endless, time. His cock inside her ebbs. She feels deep satisfaction and complete exhaustion.

She finally slides forward on her stomach. He lies on her back, on her shackles. His sweat mixes with hers. Then he gets up and unties her deep-seated bonds. She is glad to be able to move her hands freely again. She is also a little proud of what she did. He takes her in his arms and kisses her tenderly on the mouth.

"Thank you for this wonderful gift, my love. My servant ... how did you know that I had wished for this for such a long time?"