I Can Have My Cake AND Eat It

THINKING I CAN HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT

Suddenly I became aware of a series of 'click' sounds as a solid ring of cold steel closed in around my left wrist, fully surrounding it. Before I could react at all, the arm that said wrist was part of was pulled outwards and another series of clicks announced that the other steel cuff of the pair had been fastened to the outer bedpost. I was now inescapably fastened to my female partner's bed. Changing the dynamics of the situation completely. Although in no way a final form, I now belonged to this bed, and by default therefore, to a large extent to its owner.

With myself still within a state of shock, said owner quickly produced another set of steel handcuffs, and before long had also encircled my other wrist, snapping the bracelet into a shut state, again before I could react in time to stop her. I did manage some resistance as she moved that other cuff of the set towards the opposite bedpost, but with her having use of both of her arms as against my use of only one, it was by now a very much uneven contest. With the evitable result being that clicking sound again as my adversary turned into my captor now, as she fastened the open cuff around the post, thus signifying my complete state of imprisonment to her bed, and so to her.

"That's better, now we are going to talk. Actually, it's more of a case of I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, after all you are in no position to argue. But you can start by explaining just why to forgot to inform me that you're, in reality, a married man?"

Thing is she was totally right; it was completely correct that I did exist within the state of legal matrimony, and it was something I hadn't previously confided in her. This being my third sexual liaison with Annette, with me thinking could keep control of the situation, whereas, of course, in the long run I couldn't. I was a classic class of me thinking I can have my cake and eat it too, whereas I should have known that was an impossible pipedream. With Annette appearing to now 'hold all of the aces,' I began to reflect how I'd been so stupid as to place myself at entirely her mercy? And just what would she do now that she had me just where she wanted me?

******

I had married Sylvia about five years ago now, and at first, she appeared to be the answer to all of my prayers. Most importantly she was lively in bed, yes, our sex life was close to idyllic, she was basically matching my passionate desires assuredly. However, as is often the case I understand, this truly fantastic state of affairs came to end as soon as our daughter, Marcia, arrived on the scene. They say that when a wife becomes a wife AND a mother, that her priority shifts from her husband onto her child, and this certainly became the case within our union. All of a sudden Sylvia seemed to have no time for my interests and the very few times that any bedroom action did occur, Sylvia appeared to be just 'going through the motions.' Whereas before Marcia's appearance it was very much a case of shagging a very passionate woman, who was a fully willing participant in our bedroom games, now it just gave the feeling that I was shagging a 'sack of spuds' with Sylvia very much wishing she was somewhere else.

At first, I simply tolerated this situation, possibly it was just a temporary state, after all Sylvia had just become a parent, and I supposed it was quite natural for her to devote much of her energy in Marcia's direction, we are taking about a defenceless infant. And it wasn't just her mother who loved her, I too had very strong feelings that way and was determined to be a good father. Which is still the case now, and it's fair to say that I've not fallen out of love with Sylvia, I've NO plans to leave her, for instance. But the longer it went on, the more the lack of 'proper' bedroom action began to grate upon me.

And in my defence, I never intentionally went looking for an extra-marital affair. Like I say, I do still love Sylvia, not mention little Marcia of course, and I would never want to deliberately hurt them in any way, shape or form.

Instead, I really threw myself into my work putting extra hours and effort that did not go unnoticed by the 'powers that be.' Earning myself a promotion, for which the increase in salary delighted Sylvia, but it also included an increase in duties away from the office itself, I began to spend more time staying away from home, which was barely noticed by my wife. And it was a direct result of these absences that I became acquainted with the gorgeous Annette.

Fiercely independent and single, but because she was a young widow in fact, she was the sole owner of a very successful restaurant, that she'd set up with her late husband. With him taking care of the cooking matters, he was a fully qualified and excellent chef. While she looked after the 'business' side of things, with abilities in that respect fully matching his perfection within the kitchen, they made a good fist of things, the business doing very well, thank you.

But as she had discovered upon the event of his death, his role was a damn sight easier to fill than hers, especially as his demise at such a young age, and not being due to any error on his own part meant a very substantial payout in compensation for her. Enough to completely redeem the mortgage upon the property of the business and that of her home, although she had downsized in that regard, selling a large three bedroomed house for a smaller two bedroomed one. And in addition to that her new home was within easy walking distance to the restaurant, whereas the one she had shared with her late husband required them to drive to work, reducing her living expenses even more. Thus, this very astute woman, continued her life very much debt free, both in a business and personal sense.

Now it was a bizarre series of co-incidences that led to that first meeting. The normal hotel I utilised when visiting a regular client was fully booked, meaning I had to find an alternative location in which to lay my head. In the end I was forced to book a room within one very close to her restaurant, one I had always avoided in the past, precisely because it didn't have its own eating facility. So, I had to find somewhere else to eat my evening meal, and I'm sure that you can all work out for yourselves, just where I'd ended up that night.

From the purely food point of view, it was an excellent choice. The new chef that she hired to replace her late husband proved to be every bit as skilled in the kitchen as he had been, if not even better. The meal I was presented with was totally superb, cooked to absolute perfection. But the co-incidences that led to my betrayal of my marriage vows didn't end just there.

Firstly, it was just before the time when new orders were not taken any more when I had entered Annette's establishment. Because the meeting with our had well and truly overrun, but there were some very welcome compensations. We had been successful in reaching a deal, an agreement that was totally beneficial to both sides, an ideal position. And as a direct result of this agreement, that meant didn't have to report on the 'morrow, ok this was now going to be a long night, but I didn't have to worry about getting up early come the next morning. Therefore, I was in a very good mood, feeling relaxed despite the late hour.

Secondly, as it was a day during mid-week, as normal things weren't too busy in the restaurant. Although this place had a superb reputation, one of the factors that had determined my choice of both of this hotel and restaurant, this was a completely standard situation that had directly led to a low number of customers present that evening within the establishment.

Now that was a situation that was completely linked to the third co-incidence of the equation. For normally on a mid-week evening, Annette didn't engage many waiting staff. However, on this particular occasion, one of those whom she had selected had rung through stating, quite genuinely, that she was ill, and therefore my waiter for the night was none other than Annette herself.

As I say I was in a good and relaxed mood that evening, something that Annette picked up on. And as I'd entered so late, I ended up as the final customer within the establishment as the evening wore on. She extended her courtesies including offering me a complimentary drink, during which her eyes sparkled. It was then that she offered to take me to her place and naturally I didn't inform her that I had a wife and child, over two hundred miles away, back home.

Well Annette was everything that Sylvia had been but was no longer. Let us just say, that a good time was had by all, with both of us fully recognising that this night of pure sex would never lead to a lasting relationship. That seemed to suit the independent Annette very well, and as for me, well I was a married man after all!

It was roughly a couple of months later when I was to attend to this client again, and this time there was nothing about accidental about my booking of the same hotel. Not that I got to sleep there though. Or where I ate my evening meal, and if I didn't sleep at the hotel, there's no prize for guessing just which bed I did sleep in. With a damn site more occurring there than just sleep, believe me!

But as we've already seen I was in for somewhat of a shock the third time I both attended to this particular client and ended up in Annette's bed once again.

*******

Fully realising I'd have to 'come clean' with her, I told her the whole story, including how Sylvia appeared to 'gone off' sex. And she did seem to accept my explanation that I hadn't deliberately targeted her, or anybody else for that matter, and hadn't meant to hurt her feelings or Sylvia's come to think of it. And then she explained how she had discovered my legal marital status during the time period between our second and third meetings. It was all down to somebody whom I was acquainted, if not closely, informing her when she had mentioned our causal 'fling,' of my marriage. It was child's play for her to uncover the evidence to back up just what she was being told. She even became aware of Sylvia's name.

"Right now, you're going to accept everything I want to happen from now on. You see I'm a bit of a 'kinky' girl; there's several things I've always fancied doing to a man, but never had the chance to before, but in you I now have. Any trouble or refusal from you in fulfilling my wishes, and Sylvia gets to know everything, ok? However, if you comply with my demands, I'll say nothing. You see, I'm not looking for a permanent re-placement in bed for my Robert, I've learnt to treasure my independence far too much for any of that, but I do have certain needs and wants, and from now on it's your role in life to supply them. Do you understand?"

"Yes Annette, I fully accept those terms." What choice did I realistically have?

"Good boy. You're always struck me as fairly intelligent, one of the things that first attracted me to you, and it's always good to have one's suspicions confirmed. But to business, like almost most men I have ever met, I see that you are a 'stockings and suspenders' man." She was wearing some right now, and had done during all of our previous meetings, leaving her legs covered within sheer nylon when we had gone to bed. Just like Sylvia used to.

"But have wondered how it would be to DIRECTLY feel them on your own pins? Well, as I've always wondered how it would feel to have my sexual partner thus adorned myself, you're about to find out." With her now holding up a lacy suspender belt and a set of stockings clearly destined for my own legs. And with me in no position to refuse her aims.

"Legs together please." After I had complied, as I said before what choice did I now have, Annette slid the belt into position around my waist, quickly followed by covering both of my feet and lower legs within the sheer nylon of her stockings. She then paused, only to tie my ankles securely to the outer posts of her lower bedframe, after which she completed the task of the fitting of my, or should that be her, stockings, attaching the clasps as stocking met suspender.

So, there I was completely fastened to my captor's bed, handcuffed at the top end, and tied at the bottom. But Annette wasn't happy with this arrangement, as she stood beside it, her hands full of two more bondage ties. "Explanations later, but for now I'm going to swap those cuffs for these ties, there's a certain something about TYING a partner to a bed, that handcuffs just don't replicate." A few minutes later, one by one, she had swapped those cuffs for the ties, but one thing hadn't altered, I was still the total prisoner of her bed. And of her.

A moment later Annette had fetched a camera, a proper D. S. L. R. as opposed to any smartphone and began to take snap after snap of me, in my very much compromised position, suspender clad whilst in complete bondage to her bed. "Just a little insurance Darling, just to send to Sylvia if you're ever stupid enough to 'forget' the terms of our agreement. And an answer to that earlier decision of my swapping the handcuffs for simple ties. You see, tying you to my bed implies a certain level of co-operation, of willingness, on your part. Whereas I could, as in fact I did, use cuffs to capture you by surprise as it were. Thus, if Sylvia was to ever see these, and as I say, IF you do as I tell you there's no need for her to, there she'll believe that you WANTED this to some degree. Get it?"

"Yes, Annette. I get it."

"Um, that's MISTRESS Annette now, Darling! Or simply Mistress, after all you're going to be obeying my every command from this point onward."

This was no time to be arguing with her. "Yes, Mistress Annette."

"Good boy. I knew that you'd see sense. Now I'm going to be gone for a little while, to download the piccies on the chip in this camera, and then to hide said chip where you'll NEVER find it. Meanwhile you can mentally prepare for just what I'm going to do to you. Starting right now in fact, you can perform your contemplation in the dark, as will all of the raw sex I'm about to subject you to!" With that her hand reached underneath the single pillow on which my head rested, withdrawing a blindfold, which Annette placed over my eyes, putting me into the dark as she had stated. It was one of proper ones too, allowing no light whatsoever to penetrate.

I did contemplate the reality of my new situation, discovering, to my surprise, that my cock had returned to its condition of full hardness, in fact it was in fact even harder as the prospect of being Annette's utterly helpless sex slave was REALLY turning me on now! I suddenly realised that I WANTED to be utterly ravished by the stunningly gorgeous Annette, and by now I knew that I was going to be. With me completely at her mercy, with her making all the decisions, with me unable to thwart her in any way. I was completely excited at the prospect of the following sex being totally, oh how she put it, RAW!

Annette returned, climbing both onto the bed and its helpless captive, me. And then her lips attacked mine in such a passionate manner that suggested that this whole scenario was something that turned her to even a greater degree than I had been, not surprising really, for she was fulfilling a long time held sexual fantasy of hers.

And my Mistress then subjected me to a 'sexperience' that, although I was far from lacking in knowledge when it came to enjoying the pleasures of the flesh just simply blew my mind! Quite simply she rose to the occasion like my cock had risen and treated to me to the most blowing sex that even surpassed, by some margin, the most enjoyable of my previous shagging beforehand, either with herself or my wife in those earlier halcyon days. Taking me to places I'd never been to before, with me, or perhaps the heightened excitement level was because of the fact that I was, unable to interfere in any way or prevent her doing just what and how she wanted to. Bringing us both to some outstanding climaxes, the vast majority of which were almost simultaneous. My God was this woman insatiable or what? But mostly I realised that I'd had been SO turned on by being utterly helpless in the grip of her hands.

A grip which she mercilessly kept me firmly within until her own strength began to fail, until she was finally utterly spent. Even then she removed my blindfold, stared me intently into my eyes and hissed, "you are mine now, MINE to give me just what I want, when I want it. Every time you return here, you will surrender yourself to my lust, for a period of time you will willingly give yourself to me, you will be nothing less than my toy, to play with whichever way I, and I alone, chose."

"Yes, Mistress Annette." What else could I do, or say? With that finally she released my body from its bondage to her bed, but with both of us absolutely shattered by now, we both stayed there, purely to sleep now.

*****

Then be many a person who would say that I do not deserve my present situation in life, for it did result from my betrayal of those wedding vows, from me having involved another woman in my life apart from my wife, whom I promised to keep myself onto alone for the rest of my days. Yes, you can argue that I had never intended to stray, but if I really meant it, I would have been totally honest with Annette on that day that fate had thrown us together, I'd returned to my hotel room that night, instead of ending up in her bed. But with her hand in mine, I did leave to do just that.

And of all the people I could have betrayed Sylvia for, I was blessed to select one who sees my existence as nothing more than that of a 'living dildo,' who I interested in nothing more than satisfying her own lustful desires, who has emotionally become fiercely independent, who doesn't need, no doesn't want, any loving ties, who wants nothing more than to use me for rampant sex on her own terms. Who demands that, every now and then I totally surrender my body, above all my cock, into her power, that I place myself at her mercy, as she then shags me in the manner of entirely her choosing. And I've found that is something that excites me beyond belief, that I now crave the moments when I am helpless within the grip of Annette's awesome sexuality!

But that particular relationship is firmly based upon lust and not love. It is almost animal in nature, purely addressing physical needs rather than any real emotions of togetherness. And it appears that both of us are completely content with this, with it totally dependent upon the needs of a client, who is valuable for more than just business, resulting in our shags in the form of myself within Annette's total domination, taking place every couple of months or so.

So, I do have plenty of time in which to totally devote to Sylvia and Marcia. And much of Sylvia's enthusiasm for action in the bedroom has returned to her, but only in form of gentle 'making love' now instead of any passionate stuff. For instance, those stockings continue to remain in the drawer where she keeps them, they no longer feature. But if this sounds strange, it's now where I prefer them to remain. For if my 'arrangement' with the insatiable Annette is based upon pure lust as opposed to love, the complete reverse is true within my marriage. It is now a case of the delicious Annette looking after my lustful desires, leaving me to love Sylvia without any need to satisfy those particular demands. I have reached the stage wherein I would rather make love to Sylvia than shag her vigorously. And with her support, fully look after little Marcia, fulfilling my vow to prove a good father to her.

Thereby almost enjoying the best of two worlds, perhaps undeservedly, although it must be remembered that my present relationship with Annette only exists upon her insistence. But maybe, after all, I am fully justified in,

THINKING I CAN HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT.