She quivered and her breath came in gasps. She wanted this but was afraid. “Ready?” he whispered in her ear. She nodded, still quivering. He tilt...ed her head up gently and tore off three strips of duct tape off the roll that was sitting on the bed stand. After wiping off any spit that might have been on her lips, he put the first one on; the other two went on the sides, insuring it wouldn’t fall off. “Can you breath?” She nodded mutely. Kneeling with her head between his legs, he bent forward. The doorbell chimed and she broke away.'Get dressed, don't forget the bows in your hair and when you come out, don't you dare refuse me anything, do you understand?''Yes, Mistress, I understand.' The door closed and I took a deep breath trying to get some control over my shaking body. I heard the sound of voices come back into the sitting room on the other side of the bedroom door, then turned to the pile of clothes on the bed.I sat down and broke open the packet of stockings, unwinding them. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started.We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when you saw in me the need and necessity of taking control. Some nights you had me strut beside you on our way to a restaurant in a skirt too short for my voluptuous thighs, exposing the rounded mocha tan bottom of my cheeks. I would blush the entire time knowing that had I not done it as you asked the next time would be equally if not more embarrassing. Often we sat. I could not see the guy's face but his cock was impressive and very hard, my wife was clearly enjoying the feel of it between her hands as she rubbed and twisted it, I put my hand on my own cock and started to move it in time with my wife's hands, it felt amazing.Then, all of a sudden the floorboard creaked under my foot, my wife stopped what she was doing and looked towards me.As soon as I heard the noise I stepped back very quickly and shut the door to, I thought it was confrontation time, I.