Spy Victoria · Part 1

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I sit here in my clothes watching the local news on television, nervous about what I am going to start. I did this once before, 2 years ago and I was surprised at what happened and how I reacted. And regardless of my expressed thoughts to my husband since, I have been lying to him. Thus I’m about to start it up again. This time though, I’m dressed in a manner my husband would love me to be in.. I’m wearing a tight corset underneath my black with white collar and cuffs coat dress. The coat dress buttons down the middle with the last button at my crotch level allowing for the dress to come apart up to that button when I cross my legs.

My husband can hardly think straight when I wear this dress and I have to be careful when I cross my legs. In my modesty I don’t like showing my body above the top of the white lace stockings I’m wearing. I add to this with my 5” high black felt pumps. They’re uncomfortable as hell when I’m on my feet and hard for me to walk in since I rarely wear heels higher than 2” normally.

I’m dressed like this because it is our office day. My husband is self-employed with his business and he travels to conduct his business 8 times a year. Other than traveling, he is home 300 days a year. But when he does travel, within two days of his getting home, we must balance the books regarding his trips. Even if he doesn’t travel, 2 days a month we have an office day to take care of business paperwork. On office days, he requires me to dress in business clothes, not the everyday clothes I’d prefer to wear. On those days he requires me to wear a dress or a skirt suit, pumps of at least 3” in height and we do have to work until the work is done.

We usually finish by lunch time allowing us to play office affair between co-workers until bed time. Today was no different in that respect. Yet one thing was different. Until dinner I wore a pair of black velvet heels with gold trim to work in and he still had trouble concentrating on our work which caused us to work until dinner time. When I changed into the higher heels, he was startled and his concentration was lost.

Now if today was a normal office day, and it being the end of the day, he would start making advances on me. However, today things are going to be different. I’m almost finished with my dinner and I’m ready for my last cup of coffee for the day. I stand to take my plate to the sink and I have to walk right in front of my husband. I deliberately take short steps and work hard to walk sexy with one foot in front of the other. I deliberately brush my husband’s right shoulder as I walk past him into the kitchen. Damn my heels are uncomfortable I thought to myself as I got my coffee. I shake my head at that thought and focus instead on the longing look my husband gives me as I walk around.

I do notice how my husband craned his neck to watch me enter the kitchen and watching me as I return. I’m smiling inside at how I can still get a sexual rise out of him even though we are in our mid-50’s. When he looks at me like that, I feel as young as when I first met him 30 years ago.

Normally I would return to the table, put my cup on the table and sit down, pulling my chair up to the table. Not tonight though. When I return with him watching me, I push the chair a little further from the table and with cup in hand I sit facing him. Once seated I carefully cross my legs exposing myself almost to my exposed crotch before adjusting the hem of the dress to cover up to the top of my stockings. I give my best little girl grin to him when I see he swallowed hard at watching me seat myself. Soon it will be time to start my little game with him, I just have to wait for him to get his coffee. He tries to say something several times, but can’t concentrate.

I finally ask him if he had his last cup of coffee for the day which causes him to get up to head for the kitchen with his plate. That movement causes me to move into action to get his hat that he loves wearing. His hat, a black ball cap with gold lettering announcing he is U. S. Army retired. On that hat are unit crests from his 20 year career of being in military intelligence. I carefully place it out of sight and sit back down as if I didn’t move while he was away. I’m back in position just in time for his return.

After we sit back down we begin talking. He mentions that I’m going to really enjoy tonight and I respond that I know I will. Then I beg for him to tell me how he will get me to orgasm which he does and I started feeling wetness building in my crotch area. I finish me coffee as we talk. Then I start the ball rolling to the thing I’ve been afraid of saying I enjoyed in one of our games. I loved it when I did this game 2 years ago and my husband interrogated me. You see, when he interrogated me he would have me bound to interrogate me. My restrictions from the bondage would grow and change as I was less likely to answer his questions. Yet I’ve told him that I thought it disgusting how he was turned on tying me up when in reality I was just as turned on it by it too. And tonight I’m going to let him do more to me than I did 2 years ago.

I suddenly pick up the hat and start questioning my husband about the symbols on the crests adorning his hat. Since there are symbols on the hat that are mentioned in the movie the Davinci Code, I use the conspiracy theories of that movie to focus my questions on regarding his hat. After a few questions by me with answers from me, he interrupts me to ask if I’m sure I want to go that route. I answer him honestly that I’m prepared for anything he might do before I switch to my best Russian accent (no, I was born and raised with an Appalachian accent which I lost most of). I continue to press for answers to my questions.

My husband stands and walks out of the room after telling me not to move. I try to give him my innocent sweet puppy dog eyes as he gets to leave the room. I know where he is going and my look is to cover up my trepidation and fear of what would happen next. When he returns he carrying items behind his back and though I suspect I know what they are, I’m still nervous. He comes over to stand behind me, but to the side of the chair. He orders me to stand, and I obey. He gently grabs my arms and pulls them behind me just before he puts his metal handcuffs on me. These are police cuffs he got from when he was a voluntary auxiliary police officer in another state.

As he cuffs me he goes through the process of reading me my rights as if I’m under arrest. He finishes cuffing me and the rites at the same time. His next order is for me to sit down. I obey, but now I’m not as comfortable with my arms bound behind my back, and for that reason I don’t cross my legs. It doesn’t matter anyway, because he comes around in front and puts Velcro cuffs on my ankles locking them together. When my ankles immobilized he is behind me putting a nylon blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. He even checks to ensure that I’m in darkness.

He announces to me that since he wasn’t quite ready for this game tonight, he was going to leave me for a few seconds to get ready. I plead with him to not leave me blind, but I hear him go upstairs. He is there about 5 minutes before coming back down. I hear him walk past me into his office and I listen to him do some rummaging in there. I hear him come back to stand in front of me. He lifts the blindfold from my eyes and I blink at the light momentarily. I sit quietly as he explains a new wrinkle in our game. When he is in his sport coat, he will play the part of her husband and interrogator.

But when he removes his sport coat, he is Brutus the guard of me as a prisoner of the intelligence agency. He asks if I understand this change and in my most submissive voice I answer yes sir. As he explained about Brutus he has removed his coat showing he is wearing his Baretta 9mm gun in a shoulder holster. I’m surprised at how far he will play this game. After his explanation he runs back upstairs for just a few seconds he comes back down without his jacket on.

He approaches me as Brutus and puts my blindfold back into place. In darkness again I hear him order me to open my mouth. I refuse since this is the part I don’t like. But he pinches my nose and I part my lips to breathe through my clenched teeth. He tries to force the gag into my mouth, but I’m refusing to open. He grabs my pony tail and I open my mouth to protest and the leather ball gag is in my mouth. Before I can push it back out with my tongue, he has it secured in place with the strap at the back of my neck. I scream and squirm like a very angry wife, which a little of me is angry at the gag. But he isn’t responding, instead he is removing my Velcro ankle cuffs.

He then takes me by my left arm and orders me to stand up. I refuse while trying to scream that I won’t until he un-gags me first. But firmly he gets me to stand and take two steps forward. Then he’s behind with his hands on my upper arms, guiding me as we continue to walk with his nudging me gently. I’m still struggling as I reluctantly take the steps he wants me to take. He guides me up the stairs and then into a room.

He forces me to sit down on a chair. The Velcro ankle cuffs go back on but that isn’t all. He now starts putting ropes all over me pinning me to the chair. When he is done, the only thing I can move is my head, but I’m still trying to talk around the gag he has me wearing. I feel some drool escape my lips and flowing down my chin, but he wipes that. I listen as he leaves me in the room, gagged, blind and mostly immobile. I squirm against the bonds though I know it is hopeless. Not only am I upset at being gagged, I’m angry at my growing excitement between my legs at being totally under his control. I’m like this for five minutes before he returns. He removes the blindfold from my head entirely.

I settle down as I note we are in our master bedroom. I’m tied up on a folding chair facing my vanity with mirror. I see myself in the mirror and find myself enjoying the vision of me with the gag in my mouth. Yet I get madder because I find myself getting more excited at what I see. Between the vanity and me is a card table and another folding chair. On the table is more rope, tape, a digital voice recorder, and a pad of yellow legal paper. I look at my husband and he is wearing his sport coat, talking to me softly about how mean Brutus was. I see the bulge of his gun under the jacket. Next he removes my gag and I start in on him about having done that to me. He quiets me down with the threat of Brutus returning if I don’t settle down and behave. He continues releasing me of everything but my ankles and wrists, though he does release my hands to be cuffed in front of me.

He now sits down at the table and begins to question me. In my best accent I avoid his questions. He is soft and kind, even reminding me how hot I look and how hot he is. But for the next hour and a half we play cat and mouse with questioning. I know how long it we are doing this with the clock that sits on our television over my husband’s right shoulder. I know that the longer I work at not talking the worst my punishment will be, and though I might find it disgusting, I also find it exciting and keep up the resistance. At the end of that initial session, he rises and comes to me releasing my left wrist from the cuffs. Forcing me to lean forward in the chair he cuffs my hands behind my back. As he leaves, he comments that maybe Brutus can do something that will make me talk. I scream at him that tape instead of the gag next time.

I wait five minutes before he returns without his coat. I reiterate that I want tape over my mouth instead of the gag. He says to me that I’ve just picked my poison and picks up the leather ball gag again. I clench my teeth but open my mouth when he tells me that I shouldn’t resist so hard. He reminded me how my resistance didn’t work down stairs and he’d hate to have to force me again with trying to get it into my mouth. I submit and open my mouth as wide as possible. He is quick at putting it in my mouth and securing it at the back of my neck. I sight as I see myself in the mirror and become hotter at the look. Next he grabs some rope from the table and kneels in front of me winding the rope around the top of my knees. The ropes are snug but not tight. He then takes the 2 ends of the rope above and below the rope he just wound tightening the ropes with the second wind and tie off.

My husband is not an expert with bondage, so he is not quick with the tie up he is performing. He is even a little shaky in his hands from getting excited immobilizing me like he is doing. And that turns up the heat on me more as I watch him work. He secures my knees just above and below my knee cap. Then he gets me to stand up, though I resist at first feigning being a dead weight, he get to my feet, though I’m unsteady. He removes my chair which I regret because now my feet are going to feel pain. With more rope he’s at my feet behind me. He ties one of the ropes to my ankle cuffs and then brings the other end up over the chain to my metal handcuffs and back to my ankles. Another loop over the ankle cuff, with a tug to make the rope taught and then ties it off.

Now he unbuttons the front of my dress. This disturbs me and a scream into the gag, twisting my body to keep him from doing this. I have no idea what he has in mind, but I’m not liking what I’m thinking why he is doing it. Yet my futile resistance is ignored as he succeeds in unbuttoning my dress as high as my breasts. Once again he gets behind me, causing a reaction in me as he raises the hem of my dress up to the top of my corset. He secures the dress that high and then starts to fool with the back of my corset. His next order is from me to suck in my stomach causes me to resist and squeal again. But he doesn’t wait for me to comply as he begins tightening it on.

My corset is one that covers my breasts, but he's only working the portion that is around my stomach. He pulls slowly but with growing pressure as the corset presses against my stomach. I’m a little too fat and I don’t see how he sees me as sexy, but he does. I feel a little pain in my stomach as he is tightening th

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