She wasn’t home, she wouldn’t be home for another hour or so.
I had been hard for her almost all day. That seems to be the case more often than not lately. I had managed to distract myself a bit with some work, answered a few emails, downloaded the last season of a TV show she and I were enjoying, but my mind kept wandering.
I thought about surprising her, getting the bedroom ready, setting out some toys so I could properly welcome her home when she returned.
Then the thought crossed my mind. What would happen if I tied myself up and waited for her? How would she react? Would it seem presumptuous?
I browsed thorough a few of our toy drawers, deciding what to do. Do I take out a few designed specifically to please her or a few designed to hurt me?
I considered my options. I could tie myself up in a position where I’m very vulnerable and lie there and wait for her, maybe gag myself. Maybe I could be in a position where she’d have multiple options depending on her mood so she could decide if she wanted to fuck me one way or the other or if she could beat me.
I considered what that might be like, naked in an awkward position, putting myself in bondage in a way that it was difficult to get into and even harder to get out of.
The more I thought of it the more it turned me on to wonder what she might do.
I then realized it would feel like topping form the bottom a bit, ok more than a bit, setting myself up for any specific kind of play that she didn’t ask for.
I then though of setting out candles, dimming the lights, setting out the massage oil and waiting for her.
It was then that I got a text from her, she wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours.
Next time, I’m going to go with the massage oil and candles.