Earlier I talked about how my interest in kink began, and a bit about my past and current relationships. MrH is everything to me and he has been since we met. I feel lost without him… as much as the independent woman within me screams that she doesn’t need a man! My heart knows the truth- that my world is better with him in it.
So there we were plodding along as most married couples do. Our routine was simple and our sex life fulfilling. MrH knew me well enough that he could bring me to climax almost every time we had sex and the occasions when it didn’t happen generally it was my head that wasn’t in the right place.
We both work full time and to make matters more complex I have chronic back pain – I mean there have been times when I have been in too much pain to stand up. At the moment it’s controlled by a cocktail of pain medication and I’m relatively comfortable.
One sunny day MrH and I were at the local hospital waiting to see my pain specialist… I’d taken my kindle and MrH had also brought a book and we were passing the time reading. I started with a ‘Harry Potter’ book and got bored so started flicking through the other books I had. ‘50 shades of grey’ popped up and I opened it. It was at the end of a scene, the first BDSM scene in the story and I decided to share it with MrH. I asked him to read from the beginning of the scene and when he had done so I said something like “I’d like it if we could do that”
I think I had my eyes on my knees because I felt awkward asking. MrH is a gentle man and here I was asking him to spank me and tie me up. He just said “Ok”
In the car on the way home we talked more and he expressed his doubts that I would like being restrained as I don’t like being out of control. I just responded that we wouldn’t know til we tried.
I don’t recall talking about it again. That evening when we got in bed, MrH pulled the covers down to the bottom of the bed. He took off my nighty. Placed my arms out wide in a v above head. Then took hold of my ankles and spread my legs. He took a blindfold and covered my eyes. I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned close and whispered “Don’t move”
From that moment I knew I was his submissive. It was the best night I had ever had (until then) and things have just got better.
That was how it began – how I became Sweetgirl and he became MrH my Sir.