A New Beginning By the White Knight My wife and I had been having a bondage relationship throughout the first twelve years of our marriage. This relationship had become an infrequent one for two reasons. First, my wife was not as enthusiastic about bondage as I am and second, our children (rightfully so) had become our lives. However, it continued to keep our love life active as I could remember our previous encounters and could look forward to future ones. In this way my wife had achieved a special status in my heart, above and beyond the normal feelings of love. Getting to this point had taken a lot of time and effort on my part to build up her trust in me, so that she would always know that I would never hurt her. Trust was her anchor that allowed her to participate in bondage situations with me. It was her rock, her home base, her safety zone... it was what gave her freedom to be my bound lover. After twelve years of building that trust, I threw it all away with an ultimately stupid move. Ann, my wife, had always refused to have her picture taken while she was bound or in sexy lingerie. Even self-developing cameras were out of the question. Taking pictures of her in anyway was simply beyond the limits that she was willing to go to. For years I tried again and again to change her mind, but had as much success as she did when trying to escape from my ropes. Finally, I planned out a dirty low down, underhanded way to get the pictures of her that I had always desired. Ann had agreed to be my slave for an entire afternoon. We had packed off the kids to my mother's house and had the entire day to ourselves. This resulted in one of the best bondage sessions that the both of us had ever achieved. The main reason for this was that Ann really allowed herself to play the role of my sexy slave. She was phenomenal that day and the sex was never better. So a day that should have been the absolute culmination of our sexual relationship, turned into my own private pearl harbor. During our bondage play I had requested that she be blindfolded for most of the day. In her upbeat spirit she readily agreed. Playing music in the background for noise coverage, I proceeded to take pictures of her with my brand new digital camera. As I said previously, the day went fantastically and she was none the wiser about my devious photography efforts. I thought I had committed the perfect deception. But, nothing that is a deception can ever be perfect. Somehow, someway, it always comes to light. In my case it was that I stupidly did not clear the document list after viewing the pictures on my computer late one evening. Ann, who also uses our family computer for e-mail and word documents accidentally, clicked on the "documents" button from the windows start menu. She probably would have looked no further and returned to what she was doing if the file names that she saw weren't so intriguing. But, when she saw files listed as Ann01, Ann02, Ann03, etc. she had to click on one to see what it was. She screamed so loudly and with such terror in her voice that I thought she had been stabbed. In fact she had been stabbed, stabbed in the back by me. Ann found herself looking at a picture showing her bound in her sexy black mini-dress, stockings, patent leather high heels complete with blindfold and gag. It took her almost the entire day to clam down and even to allow me to talk to her. The results of my deception were totally devastating to both our relationship and specifically to her trust in me. The only way that I was able to avert her wrath was to accede to her demands to destroy the pictures and throw away anything related to bondage (i.e. ropes, gags, restraints, etc.) that I owned. A few weeks after that she emptied her lingerie draws of all of the sexy creations that I had brought her over the course of the years. Finally she dumped all of her spiked high heels and slippers that I had had her wear during our different bondage encounters. She even tossed out slippers and shoes that she had bought for herself because she knew that I thought that they were sexy. Our three wonderful children were the only link that kept us together for the next couple of years. Ann could never forget what had happened and she was ever quick to remind me of it. At her request, I began seeing a therapist and in all honesty it was well worth the time. Not only did it help me understand the serious pain that I had caused my wife, but it also helped me understand where my roots in bondage came from. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, these sessions did not eliminate my desire to see women in bondage and sexy lingerie. They say that time heals all wounds and in our case this turned out to be true. It took patience and the acceptance of the new rules governing our relationship, but ever so slowly we again began to rebuild our trust. We started out with normal love making, which was great after such a long drought, but it didn't have the spark of the past. There was no longer the Ann trying to please me scenario, it was now almost entirely me working to please her. This left a void in our relationship. That missing spark couldn't be missed no matter how hard that I tried to hide it and I know this now because of what happened only a short while ago. One evening Ann stepped out of our walk-in bedroom closet in slippers and lingerie! I was totally stunned and halting asked her what was the cause of this largess? Equally uncertain, she spoke quickly and nervously as she told me her story. I was shopping in the Macy's and saw the slippers. Normally I would have passed them over without a second glance, but they caught my eye because they were the same exact slippers that you had had me wear in the past. You know when you wanted me to tie me up on the bed in sexy lingerie. She arched one foot in the soft leather raising her heel and pointing her toe to the floor. The mat black material molded itself to her foot like a second skin. The little bow at its throat was knotted daintily above the red stocking covered seams of her toes. Lowering her heel back to the floor she continued her story. I still might have passed them by, but right next to them was the perfect pair of heels that I was looking for to finish my holiday outfit. As I tried on the heels, I couldn't help but remember that it was 'buy one pair get 50% off on another'. I grabbed both boxes quickly and made for the nearest register so I couldn't change my mind. Once I left the store I started to think about what I had done. OK I had broken down and brought the slippers to please you. I could live with that, but what was I going to wear them with? Everything that I had worn them with in the past had been trashed and again I had second thoughts about my purchase. Just as I was fretting anew I walked past the 'Victoria Secrets' window, which was awash with advertising asking, "What is sexy?" Followed up with big red sale signs. This was all much too much of a coincidence, so I just had to walk in and at least look around. The store wasn't very busy at 10am in the morning, so in only seconds there was a young lady standing by asking me if I needed any help. At first I was going to brush her off with the standard 'I'm just looking', but then the words just flowed out of me. "Actually, I'm kind of looking for a baby doll." "Kind of?" the young woman asked with a knowing smile. "In other words your husband likes them, but they're not exactly your cup of tea." "Yes, that's it exactly", I answered, happy to have someone understand my predicament. "In fact I'm not even sure if I want to be buying lingerie." "This is my third year selling lingerie", the young woman told me as she gently took hold of my arm. "And the one thing that I've learned, unless it a sexy bra or panties to make you feel good about you, the rest is all for him." As she spoke she led me further into the store, but I hardly noticed as my eyes remained on her intent face. "The question you have to answer for yourself is does he deserve it." Her hand made a sweeping motion drawing my attention to the mannequin standing before me. I looked the pseudo female up and down and couldn't believe my eyes. "This is our baby doll for women who don't like baby dolls", she said brightly. "You see it has a tea length gown attached to the gathered baby doll upper, with a sexy center slit. Also, take a look at the chest which is actually one of our miracle bra's, providing just that little extra bit of support. And feel the material..." she placed the hem of the dress into my hands. The translucent gauzy weave was amazingly soft. "It's our own patented blend," she stated proudly. "To top it all off these colors would go great with your hair". No kidding I thought. The mannequin's wig was almost the same color as my own auburn locks, highlights and all. The black gauzy gown was highlighted with red ribbons around the chest, hem, center split and even about the edges of the puffy short sleeves. The ribbons were further enhanced with small red flowers spaced about an inch apart. "It's very beautiful", I told her truthfully. "What about the stockings that the mannequin is wearing?" "Oh, that's a set of our red lace garter belt and stockings", she smiled. "The garter also has the same red flowers on it so it's a perfect match to the ensemble." "And the slippers?" I asked with a little catch in my breath. "That was my idea", she said with pride. "I had the whole outfit together and it just seemed to be missing something. Then I as I was walking through Macy's the other day I saw them and they just seemed to be made for each other." Ann shrugged her shoulders as she finished her story, while she stood in front of me in her new red and black lingerie. She smiled and intoned softly, "I knew that I had said never again to the slippers and lingerie, but... But I kept thinking about how you've been going to the therapist and how great you've been giving me space to let me be me and how wonderful you been as a father to the kids, so..." Her voice trailed off as she ran out of steam. I walked over to her and gently put my arms around her. I gave her a little squeeze to silently tell her that I appreciated how difficult this was for her and that I loved her. "Also..." she looked down not meeting my eyes. "I mean... heck we've talked about this before, sex with each other just hasn't been like it used to be. We've been to your therapist together and he has made it clear that your hot buttons have been hard wired into you from your pre-teen years. And without years and years of more therapy they aren't going to change." She was quiet for a few seconds and then continued. "I miss the passion that you used to have toward me. I miss it a lot." "I still love you, honey", I told her reassuringly. "But, I screwed up big time and you haven't been the same since." I put both my hands on her shoulders and said to her softly, "To me love is like a big circle. A circle of give and take, sometimes I give and you take and sometimes you give and I take. But there has to be a balance." She lifted her head and I could see the look of serious intent in her face and eyes. "That's pretty much the way that I see it to. The fact is that your desires aren't going to change and I'm to darn young to be denied the passion I deserve... so I'm willing to give them back to you." She put a finger to my lips and continued. "Before you ask the obvious question, the answer is yes, that does included tying me up." Her hands went to her hips as she purposefully thrust her breast forward. At the same time she drew one leg from her gown showing off her sexy hose and again arching her foot to emphasize her slippers. "I think I giving quite a lot, how do you propose to bring balance to your so-called circle?" "Well, if we can adjourn to our bed I think that I can show you the first part", I said with a grin. I climbed up on the bed and propped my head up with one arm to look at her. Ann was still as beautiful as the day that we had gotten married. She made it a point to never let herself move out of a size eight dress, so she ate well and swam or did aerobics to keep in shape. She got in from the other side and mimicked my movements, but left a good two feet between our bodies. I knew that she was happy at what she was seeing looking over at me. It showed in her eyes and she had complimented me to no end about, how my own dieting and aerobic routine had gotten me back into the same size pants that I had worn when we were married. I was pretty proud of my thirty-six inch waist, which wasn't bad for a six foot four guy with a forty-four inch chest. "I knew that I would get your passion back, silly", she chided me. "I want to know what you're really going to give me." The song from Cher "If I could turn back time" ran through my mind. "You know I've thought a lot about how I could have done things better in the past and I think that the biggest thing that I should have changed was to get you more involved." "More involved? How can I get any more involved? You're going to be tying me up for gosh sakes!" She complained vehemently. "No", I calmed her with a pat of my hand, "I mean before that. I'm talking about shopping together for lingerie, slippers or high heels. How many times did I buy you those things in the past and you didn't like them?" "It's not so much that I didn't like them", she answered thoughtfully. "It's just that I felt like I was being handed some kind of uniform or costume..." "Exactly", I chimed in. "How could you exude the sensuality, that I know you possess when you weren't comfortable with what I was MAKING you wear." "Yes, that could work", she replied thoughtfully. "I do feel a lot more at ease in the clothes that I'm wearing now and they're the first lingerie that I have purchased for myself in... in years!" Ann nodded her head and smiled. "That's a good start, but I still feel that the circle is leaning more towards my giving. What else do you have in mind?" "Openness", I answered swiftly. "Before we start any role playing, I give you a run down on the scene. Kind of like a script, so you can agree or disagree to the whole thing or any part of it." "That would be excellent!" she replied happily. "I used to hate it when you kept adding more and more things to bind me. Sometimes it seemed like you were never going to stop and get to the good part... me! At least if I know what you are planning on doing I'll be more in tune with your timing." She held out her hand before her and I took it. "Alright, it's a deal", she said as she shook my hand. "So what's your plan for tonight", she asked me with a suggestive leer. "Baby, I don't have anything to tie you up with tonight", I said in a kind of shocked but apologetic voice. "There isn't even a piece of rope in the house!" "Oh ye of little faith", she said as she went back into the closet. "What about these?" In her hands Ann was holding a number of belts from the many robes that we owned. I felt my eyes moisten as the emotions of love and happiness nearly overwhelmed me. The first thought that passed through my mind was to thank God for giving me the strength to keep the 'faith'. "Honey, you're the best." Was all I could get out before I choked up entirely. My wife, seeing my state rushed over and buried me in kisses. "I love you," she told me and that was all I needed to hear.
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