Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
He walked through the door after a long, tiring day, the house was warm and, a welcome relief to the cold. The cats ran to greet him but there was no sign of his wife. He shrugged out of his coat and as he went to hang it up he noticed the folded note with “EAT ME” written on it, propped up against a small bottle of water on the counter top. He picked up the note, there was a snack bar under it, explaining …
She slipped silently into the room, careful not to wake him. He slept soundly, on his side of the bed, and she carefully slid between the covers. He shivered slightly and pulled the covers back over his shoulder where they had slipped down as she had got in, but he didn’t wake. She put her head on the soft pillows and closed her eyes listening to his deep even breathing. Did he know how much she loved him? The night passed, and as the sun …
I placed the letter into the envelope on the side of his bed. He had told me to write him a list of instructions, a step by step guide to a fantasy we had yet to try, so it had to contain something new… I hoped I had succeeded. I had tried to be creative and rather than keep repeating the instruction “I want you to” I had simply placed a dot dot dot in front of each instruction. I hoped he would understand. Several …
Sir- are you thinking of playing with me tonight? I typed the message and hit send. Mr H was in the bath, and I felt horny, as usual. Why? The reply pinged up. I’m horny Sir. And if you’re not planning to play- can I get a toy out? I typed the reply and sent it. I haven’t decided if I will play with you yet. Mr H’s reply came back. I waited, wondering if he would tell me I could play. Quite often when …
The Captain opened the door and walked onto the main deck. Burt was tied arms wide, from the main mast. A stream of profanity spewed from his mouth. “Enough!” Captain H snapped. “Was he told the rules Smithy?” Smithy stepped forward. “Aye, Captain,” he said. “I told him myself that the girl was not to be touched, that she was yours.” The Captain nodded his understanding. He walked round in front of Burt, and looked the man in the eye. He clenched his teeth, disgusted. …
Martha woke up with a start. There was a hand pressed over her mouth. She knew instinctively it wasn’t The Captain and she started to struggle. “Shut it,” a voice growled near her ear, and she felt warm breath on her face. “I’ll cut ya if ya makes noise,” the voice continued. For one moment she considered doing as he said. Hadn’t she been expecting this from the start? Instead in that moment of stillness she decided she would not. She would not be hurt …
The last few days had passed uneventfully. Martha rested and ate. She spent a few hours sat on deck each morning and evening. The Captain sat with her asking her about her childhood, her work, where she lived and her family. They never mentioned her Da, but she told him about her sister and Ma. He held her when, eventually, she cried mourning the loss of these women. She asked him about himself but he never shared and she was left frustrated and disappointed. It …
A strange rumbling humming noise roused Martha a few hours later, and she slowly blinked awake. Curled up at her side a ginger cat nestled, purring happily. Slowly she reached out her hand towards the creatures head, lazily it opened one eye and it’s purring ceased. Martha stilled her hand. For a few moments they contemplated each other. The cat sniffed the air and brushed his cheek against Martha’s hand. For a short while they lay quietly, she stroked the cats head gently, and it’s …
He watched her leave, the sway of her hips as she walked was hypnotic. A movement caught his attention as she disappeared from view, Smithy was headed in his direction. With an energy that belied his age Smithy sprang up the steps and sat in the chair that Martha had just vacated. “So,” he said grinning at the captain. “You took my advice.” The Captain scowled at him. “Now don’t go taking on,” he waved his hand in the Captains direction. “You and I both …
Martha watched the ship come alive, men scurried about, some carried buckets, some climbed up the rigging adjusting and tugging at ropes. Smithy was on the deck shouting orders to the men in the masts, instructing which sails were to be set. There was a lovely breeze and as the sails were adjusted they caught the breeze and the ship was carried along. There was an efficiency to everyone’s movements, no-one wasted energy. The men laughed and joked as they worked. Martha watched mesmerized. Sat …