Part 1
Mac stood on the balcony of his house sipping slowly his favourite morning concoction of coffee. Tall and athletically built, with black curly hair and rugged features, he was a successful bank executive with a large two-story house and a couple of cars in the garage. He was always an early riser even if it was a Saturday, he was savouring the sunrise and looking forward to a leisurely day. His two children had left early for the beach and this left him alone with his wife.
Mac turned around and the rising sun framed his frame like a blazing halo. He wore a tank top and athletic shorts. He was built like a gymnast thanks to his regular regimen of exercise. The door leading to the balcony was open and he looked into the room.
His wife, Grace, sat in a chair facing him. She squirmed in the chair thanks to the ropes binding her to it. She was nude except for a pair of white bikini panties. Her arms had been draped over the chair’s low back and her wrists bound and cinched with rope. These were then tied off to the chair’s lower frame. More rope secured her upper body to the chair, carefully woven so that her naked breasts were imprisoned and highlighted. Her nipples were already hard from her helplessness and their exposure to the morning chill.
Her mouth was sealed with a knotted strip of silk. Her lovely breasts rose with every breath.
She could not close her long and lean legs because her ankles had been tied to each chair leg. More rope was wound around her knees keeping her crotch exposed. If Mac looked closely, he could see a glimmer of her well-trimmed bush.
Mac decided he wanted a closer look so he walked slowly towards his captive. He put his coffee cup down and fondled one exposed nipple.
“So my dear,” he softly said, “I wonder what things I can do with you, hmm?”
Grace could only look up at him and moan through her gag.
TBC
