(Clear)
       It must’ve been my lucky day. That was the only explanation for what I saw as I was walking by our bedroom. Well, at first, all I saw was the cascading waterfall of black that I knew was Arriya’s hair. I cracked open the door just a little more –the door was barely even cracked open- and grinned. My wife was dressed in one of my grey shirts, and not much else, getting herself off. Amazingly, she wasn’t making even a moan; she was biting her bottom lip too hard to let even a gasp escape. Her eyes closed and one hand running a vibrator over her clit, she was a thing of beauty.

Of course, I couldn’t let her have all the fun, could I? I stepped in, quietly shutting the door and locking it. No response. Yep, luck was on my side as I walked over to our dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a few items. Rope, a medium-sized white ball gag and a white blindfold. Slipping the rope over my shoulder, I kneeled near Arriya and tied the blindfold over her eyes, startling her out of her trance immediately.

“What th- mm!” The ball gag went in and she didn’t even react to my strapping it in the back. It did work to make her lift up her hands to try and remove both items, allowing me to grab her hands and tie them to the bottom of the bed. For the most part, she was trapped. Normally, I wouldn’t reveal myself to her, but, the way she was thrashing about told me she hadn’t expected anyone. I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her neck gently.

“After I’m done with you, Arri, care to explain to me why the door was slightly ajar?” A slight nod and I walked over to the other side of the bed, picking up the rabbit vibrator that she dropped. Either the batteries were running low or she had kept it on low to keep from being discovered. Either way, I wasn’t about to let things stay the way they were. I turned the vibrator up enough so Arriya could hear it, and slowly ran it up and down her body, listening to her moans. A few minutes in, I stopped, and her head jerked upwards to look around blindly. I repeated this again three more times, finally stopping when Arriya’s skin was glistening with sweat. Turning off the vibe and putting it aside, I leaned next to her and nibbled on her ear, listening to her pants and gasps through the gag. I pulled out a small throwing blade, and stroked it side on along her partially exposed stomach. If our room hadn’t been soundproofed, I was certain everyone in the mansion would’ve heard her moans, even through the gag. I smiled and sat back, and said quietly, “Is somebody a little overdressed?” before touching the end of the blade to her neck, just above the shirt, and slid it down her body very slightly. I could imagine her half-lidded eyes under the blindfold as I barely cut through the top part of the shirt, and then lifted the blade away. I picked up the discarded vibrator with my other hand, and switched it on, stroking along the same path the knife had taken. I had decided to switch back to cutting away the shirt when Arriya lifted her chest to me. I was gonna ignore her, but, a chance to do something else to tease and drive her up the wall was too good to resist. I quickly cut open the shirt, setting the vibe very close to her nether regions to tease her further and walked back over to the drawer to grab something I had been saving for Arri. A few months ago, I went shopping and found a pair of nipple clamps for Arriya. She didn’t have a clue about them, because I kept them hidden underneath so much rope that she wouldn’t have even bothered trying to hunt for them.

Seeing how rock hard her nipples were now made me realize that now was the perfect time to use them.

“Arri, I’ve got a surprise for you.” I said and didn’t give her even a chance to react as I snapped the clamps on her nipples.

Did I mention that they have a hell of a bite to them? Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make someone yelp in pain.

They did their job, only it was not just painful, it was pleasurable as well. As she tried to pull herself forward, I put a hand on her chest, and pushed her down before she could enjoy it too much. As she moaned again, I went to the closet and flicked a small switch in the top, that was unknown to almost everyone. I heard a click, and watched as a sturdy white hook came out of the ceiling. Arriya lifted her head again as she heard the click, but made no more attempts to discover the source. I smiled, and pulled a few lengths of rope out of the closet with me. I untied Arri from the bed, keeping her wrists still together, and tied her wrists to her ankles with a long length. When I was satisfied she wasn’t able to do much else, I got a second, shorter, thinner length, and slid it through the vibrator, and attached the other end to the nipple clamps. I inserted the toy inside her, and then lifted her onto the hook. She quickly realized what I had done, and tried to move her arms, probably trying to remove herself from the hook. Instead of getting off the hook, she pulled on the nipple clamps, making her jump slightly. This in turn jerked on the rope around her ankles, pressing the vibe deeper inside her. When she calmed down and stopped moving, she only needed a second to realize the predicament I had put her in.

She could either move her legs and bring herself off with the vibe. Or, try and get off the hook, tugging on the nipple clamps -something that despite her masochism, she hated nipple clamps- and dealing with that pain. Then I decided to give her another reason to get off that hook. I reached up and removed the blindfold, letting her blink and get her eyesight back. Right afterwards, she looked down at herself, eyeing the clamps particularly. Judging by the glare she gave me, I was glad I didn’t remove the gag. Grabbing another thin piece of rope, I tied it around one of my knives and tied it to the hook, within her eyeline.

“Grab it and you’re free. Of course...” I leaned down and turned the vibrator to its highest, bringing out a loud moan from my wife as I stood up to meet her gaze, “I’m not gonna make it that easy on you. Good luck, Arri.” As I turned to leave, I looked at the light switch near the bedroom door. With a smirk, I flipped off the light as I unlocked the door and left, leaving her in the dark. I thought about locking it, decided that it wasn’t worth letting Arriya get caught, grabbed the key that I knew would be on top of the dresser, and locked the door behind me.

I’d give her two hours before I’d have to come back in and free her myself. I was a genius.

(Arriya)
I couldn’t tell how long it took before the multiple orgasms racking my body finally subsided long enough for me to gather myself to focus on grabbing that knife. It was right there, near my hands! All I had to do was grab it and...

It hit me right then how cruel this was. It was too far out of reach for me without pulling on either the clamps or the vibe. I’d have to pull on one or -worst case scenario- both to free myself. Pulling the vibe deeper into me was bad enough; pulling on the clamps was hellish. I never liked nipple clamps; there was something about them that even turned me off. Still, seeing the knife so close and the knowledge that freedom was within reach... I flexed my hips, and bit back a loud moan through the gag as the vibrator was pressed deeper inside. I did my best to ignore the pleasure as I inched closer and closer to the knife. I put my fingers on the blade, smiled, and pulled it from its attachment. Then I felt an orgasm bubble up in my loins, and my fingers tensed up, and the knife fell from my fingers. I felt it land just above my bellybutton, and I mentally cursed. Now I definitely had to pull on both, to get the knife again.

Ingenious, dear. Very. I had another option, which wasn’t even an option. Wait until Clear eventually came back in and freed me. Of course, it wasn’t much of an option, since it still meant dealing with a vibe and the clamps, and if the former brought out another orgasm, there was the chance of the pain from the latter. At the same time, I had to get the knife, before the next orgasm.

I decided to take my chances and grab for the knife. Mentally steeling myself, I bit into the ball gag to have something to keep my focus, and started to move my body so the ropes attached to my wrists were slack. As I did, I felt the tension on my nipples increase, and the vibrator driven in deeper than I expected. I let out a whimper despite biting down, and blacked out a second later...

Damn my husband is an evil genius.

(Clear)
Two hours later, I unlocked and opened the door, flipping on the lights as I entered.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself, Arri- oh.” She had obviously blacked out, which didn’t surprise me at all. What did surprise me was the knife.

It was now on the bed. She had somehow tried to get it and dropped it. I planned that.

I hadn’t planned on her making her wrists go slack to try and grab it, though. I traced the route the knife had probably taken, and realised that where it had landed wasn’t the first place it had landed. I didn’t hesitate any longer. First thing I did was remove the clamps, then turned off the vibe. Afterwards, I lifted her off the hook and laid her on the bed, pulling out a knife to cut the ropes. I thought about removing the gag, but, seeing the indents in her nipples from the clamps, decided to wait until Arri was awake and calm enough to where she wouldn’t immediately kill me for this. The thought of her wanting to kill me was enough to keep me from untying her wrists just yet, so I moved down to her ankles and cut them loose. Followed by removing the vibrator, which was soaked with her juices. Well, at least it wasn’t a complete mistake. I didn’t realize Arri had woken up until I felt her arms around my neck. I gulped, smiled and looked at my wife.

“Um... hi, honey. Sorry about- eep.” She pulled me down to where we were eye-to-eye, her legs wrapped around my waist. She looked down at the gag and wordlessly, I reached behind her head and unbuckled it, removing it. She took in a deep breath, then smiled.

“Hello, Clear. Now, care to kiss me?” I blinked.

“You’re... you’re not...” I whispered.

“Mad? No, not at all. I figured you were gonna do this to me someday. Hell, I found the clamps last week and realized you had plans. Why do you think I had the door cracked open?” Once I stopped and thought about it, it made sense why. She set that up just to set me up.

As we kissed, one thought occurred to me.

Damn, my wife’s an evil genius.