Allie & Andrew: Unchained Desires

The last few months had been an explosion of intimacy for Allie and Andrew, a stark contrast to the previous three years of restrained passion. The exhaustion from raising three young children had inadvertently loosened the reins on their desires, paving the way for a newfound openness and willingness to explore their sexuality together. The change wasn’t a conscious decision, but rather a natural progression, fueled by a shared desire for more excitement and a growing comfort in their shared vulnerability. Sex had simply become more enjoyable, a joyful release from the demands of daily life, and they were both reveling in this unexpected renaissance.

Allie, with her innate flair for the dramatic, had begun meticulously planning new and inventive love-making sessions for Andrew, pushing the boundaries of their established comfort zone. She had recently acquired a collection of adult toys, a whimsical assortment of rubber, leather, and silicone that she felt would add another layer of excitement to their already passionate nights. The newest addition, a set of black leather restraints, had particularly piqued her interest, a playful nod to the power dynamics she was beginning to embrace. It wasn’t about dominance, not exactly, but the idea of taking control, of orchestrating the experience, was undeniably alluring. She had even gone so far as to stage a casting audition, presenting Andrew with two identical black rubber bracelets and a sly smile, as a prelude to the evening’s activities. The look of bewildered amusement on his face had been priceless.

As the days leading up to the planned “special night” unfolded, a palpable anticipation filled their home. The usual chaos of family life – birthday parties, school events, sick children, and work deadlines – had temporarily subsided, allowing them to focus on their shared desire for something different, something intense. Allie, sensing the need for a break from the mundane, had made arrangements for their children to spend the evening with their grandparents, solidifying their time for themselves. She began crafting a series of increasingly suggestive text messages, sending pictures of various items that would contribute to the night's unfolding narrative: a lipstick case, a high heel, a black night mask, and finally, the black leather restraints themselves, each image carefully timed to build anticipation. The wait was excruciating, yet exhilarating.

Around 10 AM, the first text arrived – a close-up photograph of the lipstick case resting on their bathroom counter. The message was simple, devoid of any additional context, yet it spoke volumes about Allie's meticulous planning. An hour later, the second image appeared: one of Allie’s black high heels, lying languidly on a plush pillow atop their bed. It was a blatant invitation, a visual confirmation of the evening’s theme. As Andrew dressed for work, he couldn't help but glance down at the bracelets concealed beneath his shirt, feeling the insistent throb of his erection and mentally rehearsing the various scenarios that awaited him. He found himself distracted throughout the day, constantly glancing at his watch and trying to ignore the nagging desire to take off the bracelets. The messages continued to pour in, each one a carefully placed piece of the puzzle.

By 1 PM, the final image arrived – a black leather restraint dangling from the pull-up bar on their bedroom closet door. The sight of these restraints, which they had previously used for playful dominance, sent a jolt of excitement through Andrew. He knew exactly what was in store for him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement, the thrill of the unknown mingling with a touch of apprehension. He couldn’t wait to get home, to shed his suit and tie, and to embrace the sensual experience that awaited him.

Upon arriving home, Andrew rushed to the bedroom, eager to begin the night. The room was bathed in the warm glow of two flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. A card lay neatly placed on the bed, its contents a further indication of Allie’s meticulous planning. The card read: “Andrew, I love you more each day. I hope you’re ready for a wonderful evening. Take off everything except your bracelets. Take the night mask from under your pillow. Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and put the night mask on. I’ll be there soon. I Love You. – Allie.”

Following the instructions precisely, Andrew disrobed quickly, struggling slightly to remove his briefs and pants while grappling with his mounting arousal. He knelt on the floor, placing the night mask over his eyes, plunging himself into darkness. The world narrowed to the sensations of the restraints on his wrists and the anticipation of what was to come. He could hear the soft creak of the house settling, the distant sounds of the neighborhood, and the increasingly insistent beat of his own heart. As he waited, he allowed his mind to wander, replaying their previous encounters and imagining the pleasure that awaited him.

Just as he was about to succumb to the mounting tension, the bathroom door opened, and Allie stepped into the room. Her presence was both comforting and electrifying, a potent combination of familiarity and anticipation. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that heightened his senses. She had been waiting for him, patiently observing his every move, savoring the moment of his vulnerability.

Allie approached him slowly, her movements deliberate and graceful. She placed her hand on his arm, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Do you remember that night when I tied you up?" she whispered in his ear, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

Andrew smiled, a genuine expression of pleasure and submission. "How could I forget," he replied, leaning back into her body.

"I have planned our evening. Please don’t work late," she said with a mischievous grin, holding up the two black rubber bracelets. Andrew could see the bracelets in the bathroom mirror, their stark black color a stark reminder of the upcoming experience. She gently put one bracelet on each of his wrists, securing them firmly in place. "This will help you remember what is waiting for you at home tonight. Don’t take them off." She smiled devilishly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Using her left hand to grab each bracelet, Allie could easily hold Andrew’s hands behind his back. With her right hand she reached around him and rubbed his chest, down his stomach, and grabbed him through the towel. Andrew let out a loud sigh and threw his head back at the unexpected pleasure, his muscles tensing in response. Allie reached through the folds of the towel to find his already hard shaft. She firmly grabbed him and used her body to firmly push him against the bathroom counter. She was rewarded with another sigh, and she could feel Andrew’s hands trying to reach into her pajama pants. Maintaining her grip on his hands and shaft, she pulled away from him. “No, no, no. Not until tonight,” she said teasingly, before giving him another squeeze and breezing out the bathroom door.

Andrew stood at the sink and looked at the black bracelets on each wrist. His cock was still throbbing and his mind began jumping to various scenarios that might be waiting for him later that night. As he dressed for work, his dress shirt and suit coat covered the bracelets. Throughout the day any time he felt the bracelets on his wrists, he found himself daydreaming about the evening. There were several times when he had to return quickly to his desk for fear that someone might notice his erection below his suit jacket. If that wasn’t bad enough, then the texts started coming.

Around 10 AM he received the first one. Just a picture of a lipstick case on the bathroom counter. The next followed an hour later with a picture of one of Allie’s black high heels – it was lying on a pillow on their bed. Andrew realized that she must have been planning this for a while – Allie was at work today and she was sending pictures that she had taken previously. Around 1 pm, the picture was a black night mask hanging from a hook in their closet. Finally, the last picture was of black leather restraints. The restraints were dangling from the pull-up bar on their bedroom closet door. Andrew couldn’t help but think back to when Allie had surprised him with the restraints and gently tied his hands to the bar above him. It was a night he would never forget and had set in motion their new sexual renaissance. None of the messages had any text – just pictures. The anticipation was driving Andrew crazy and the throbbing in his groin was almost constant.

Andrew found himself gently fondling one of the bracelets as he drove home, thankful that the workday had finally come to an end and even more thankful that he was married to the most caring and beautiful woman in the world. Upon arriving Andrew walked quickly to the bedroom. The room was dark except for two candles, and he could see a card on the bed. He opened the card quickly:

Andrew, I love you more each day. I hope you’re ready for a wonderful evening. Take off everything except your bracelets. Take the night mask from under your pillow. Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and put the night mask on. I’ll be there soon. I Love You. – Allie

Andrew followed the directions quickly – although he struggled momentarily to take off his briefs and pants as he dealt with his raging erection. He knelt on the floor and waited as patiently as his anticipation and eagerness would allow.

Allie was waiting in the bathroom. She could hear Andrew as he entered the house and then the bedroom. As she pressed her ear against the door she could even hear him disrobing. She had planned most of the night based on her thoughts and dreams over the last few weeks. Her confidence had grown over the last months – she knew that Andrew found her attractive, she had learned that he enjoyed when she took initiative in the bedroom. But perhaps it was just a woman thing – she always felt nervous before beginning these ‘sessions.’ The fear was much less than before the first time, but a small part of her worried that Andrew would not find her sexy or that she would do something wrong.

Allie had thought carefully about how to begin the evening. Like many women she had read “Christian Wife Learns the Ropes – Playful Dominance” and “Allie and Andrew: The Audition” to learn about the backstory. She wanted to feel what it was like to have her husband to desperately want her and wait for her in that position. She knew that waiting a few minutes would heighten their anticipation, but after 2 or 3 minutes she couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted to see and feel her husband. Allie quietly stepped out of the master bathroom.

The two candles provided enough illumination to see the entire bedroom, yet were dim enough to shroud everything in mystery. Allie stepped quietly into the room and paused briefly to look at her husband. He had followed directions perfectly. He was nude and was facing the foot of the bed and was on his knees. She saw him sit up a bit straighter as he heard her enter and his hands rested in front of him on his legs. When Allie saw the black bracelets on his wrists, she smiled to herself.

As slowly as she could, Allie walked up behind Andrew. There was something indescribably sexy about having him waiting for her on his knees. She was overwhelmed by his willingness to submit to her in this way, but also felt a responsibility to give him pleasure. She felt powerful, yet loving and confident, yet caring. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and noticed that it matched the throbbing of her clitoris. Allie thought, “Eat your heart out Anastasia. This is what real love is.”

Andrew had heard the bathroom door open. The blindfold forced him to concentrate on his hearing and other senses. He could hear each creak of the house. The waiting had seemed like 10 minutes, but he knew it had been less than that. It surprised him that his erection did not lessen while waiting. The anticipation was thrilling; every nerve and sense was on high alert. He thought about saying something, but he didn’t want to break the mood. He knew she had plotted this carefully, and he didn’t want to mess up the plan. Besides, it thrilled him to let her choreograph the evening. Their previous ‘sessions’ had been so hot and Allie had continued to surprise him with her requests, boldness, and confidence. He wasn’t going to mess with that, so he sat quietly and waited.

“I see you still have your bracelets on,” said Allie breaking the silence.

“Yes, ma’am.” Andrew said without thinking. It just seemed appropriate to add the ‘ma’am’ when he was in this position.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Andrew complied immediately. After moving his hands, Allie could see his hard shaft rising from his thighs. She gently grabbed him and used her body to firmly push him against the bathroom counter. She was rewarded with another sigh, and she could feel Andrew’s hands trying to reach into her pajama pants. Maintaining her grip on his hands and shaft, she pulled away from him. “No, no, no. Not until tonight,” she said teasingly. She gave him another squeeze before releasing him and breezing out the bathroom door.

Andrew stood at the sink and looked at the black bracelets on each wrist. His cock was still throbbing and his mind began jumping to various scenarios that might be waiting for him later that night. As he dressed for work, his dress shirt and suit coat covered the bracelets. Throughout the day any time he felt the bracelets on his wrists, he found himself daydreaming about the evening. There were several times when he had to return quickly to his desk for fear that someone might notice his erection below his suit jacket. If that wasn’t bad enough, then the texts started coming.

Around 10am he received the first one. Just a picture of a lipstick case on the bathroom counter. The next followed an hour later with a picture of one of Allie’s black high heels – it was lying on a pillow on their bed. Andrew realized that she must have been planning this for a while – Allie was at work today and she was sending pictures that she had taken previously. Around 1 pm, the picture was a black night mask hanging from a hook in their closet. Finally, the last picture was of black leather restraints. The restraints were dangling from the pull-up bar on their bedroom closet door. Andrew couldn’t help but think back to when Allie had surprised him with the restraints and gently tied his hands to the bar above him. It was a night he would never forget and had set in motion their new sexual renaissance. None of the messages had any text – just pictures. The anticipation was driving Andrew crazy and the throbbing in his groin was almost constant.

Andrew found himself gently fondling one of the bracelets as he drove home, thankful that the workday had finally come to an end and even more thankful that he was married to the most caring and beautiful woman in the world. Upon arriving Andrew walked quickly to the bedroom. The room was dark except for two candles, and he could see a card on the bed. He opened the card quickly:

Andrew, I love you more each day. I hope you’re ready for a wonderful evening. Take off everything except your bracelets. Take the night mask from under your pillow. Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and put the night mask on. I’ll be there soon. I Love You. – Allie

Andrew followed the directions quickly – although he struggled momentarily to take off his briefs and pants as he dealt with his raging erection. He knelt on the floor and waited as patiently as his anticipation and eagerness would allow.

Allie was waiting in the bathroom. She could hear Andrew as he entered the house and then the bedroom. As she pressed her ear against the door she could even hear him disrobing. She had planned most of the night based on her thoughts and dreams over the last few weeks. Her confidence had grown over the last months – she knew that Andrew found her attractive, she had learned that he enjoyed when she took initiative in the bedroom. But perhaps it was just a woman thing – she always felt nervous before beginning these ‘sessions.’ The fear was much less than before the first time, but a small part of her worried that Andrew would not find her sexy or that she would do something wrong.

Allie had thought carefully about how to begin the evening. Like many women she had read “Christian Wife Learns the Ropes – Playful Dominance” and “Allie and Andrew: The Audition” to learn about the backstory. She wanted to feel what it was like to have her husband to desperately want her and wait for her in that position. She knew that waiting a few minutes would heighten their anticipation, but after 2 or 3 minutes she couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted to see and feel her husband. Allie quietly stepped out of the master bathroom.

The two candles provided enough illumination to see the entire bedroom, yet were dim enough to shroud everything in mystery. Allie stepped quietly into the room and paused briefly to look at her husband. He had followed directions perfectly. He was nude and was facing the foot of the bed and was on his knees. She saw him sit up a bit straighter as he heard her enter and his hands rested in front of him on his legs. When Allie saw the black bracelets on his wrists, she smiled to herself.

As slowly as she could, Allie walked up behind Andrew. There was something indescribably sexy about having him waiting for her on his knees. She was overwhelmed by his willingness to submit to her in this way, but also felt a responsibility to give him pleasure. She felt powerful, yet loving and confident, yet caring. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and noticed that it matched the throbbing of her clitoris. Allie thought, “Eat your heart out Anastasia. This is what real love is.”

Andrew had heard the bathroom door open. The blindfold forced him to concentrate on his hearing and other senses. He could hear each creak of the house. The waiting had seemed like 10 minutes, but he knew it had been less than that. It surprised him that his erection did not lessen while waiting. The anticipation was thrilling; every nerve and sense was on high alert. He thought about saying something, but he didn’t want to break the mood. He knew she had plotted this carefully, and he didn’t want to mess up the plan. Besides, it thrilled him to let her choreograph the evening. Their previous ‘sessions’ had been so hot and Allie had continued to surprise him with her requests, boldness, and confidence. He wasn’t going to mess with that, so he sat quietly and waited.

“I see you still have your bracelets on,” said Allie breaking the silence.

“Yes, ma’am.” Andrew said without thinking. It just seemed appropriate to add the ‘ma’am’ when he was in this position.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Andrew complied immediately. After moving his hands, Allie could see his hard shaft rising from his thighs. She gently grabbed him and used her body to firmly push him against the bathroom counter. She was rewarded with another sigh, and she could feel Andrew’s hands trying to reach into her pajama pants. Maintaining her grip on his hands and shaft, she pulled away from him. “No, no, no. Not until tonight,” she said teasingly. She gave him another squeeze before releasing him and breezing out the bathroom door.

Andrew stood at the sink and looked at the black bracelets on each wrist. His cock was still throbbing

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