She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what she looked like. A woman in her thirties lying face down on a rose print duvet. Wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to a ring leaving her hogtied. A vibrator strapped to her thigh, it’s head pressed hard against her cunt. What must she look like? A mess. A dripping shaking slutty mess who had already come twice and was building up to a third. The thought of anyone actually seeing her like this was shocking. The idea that someone might walk through the bedroom door and behold her sweaty body panting and straining against the straps sent a hot flush all the way through her. But nobody would. Nobody was here. Which of course was part of the problem. This was supposed to be a special weekend. The time she had planned to reveal her kinky soul to Mark. Her husband, bless him, was wonderful in so many ways but had never shown any inclination to be adventurous in bed. And she had never gotten up the nerve to introduce to him any of her wilder fantasies. Until just recently when frustration had overruled embarrassment for once and she had ordered a box of restraints and toys. When they had arrived after a couple of mornings nervously waiting by the door for delivery, she had asked Mark to keep this weekend free for just the two of them. He had happily agreed and she had impatiently waited for the day when she could sit him down and ask if he would like to tie her up. Use toys on her while she lay helpless. Maybe even spank her. She was prepared for him to apologise and tell her it wasn’t really his thing. What she hadn’t been prepared for was for him to leave before she even got the chance to ask. He’d received a text from work asking if he could “just pop over and take a look at something for us. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours”.