They had been talking about trying something new ever since she introduced Kyle to that sexy blog. They read it together and each time they would, their evenings were more passionate then the last. Jenna was 28 and Kyle 36 they had met three years before at the local gym and it was instant attraction. Lately however their sex had been stale. Jenna had actually found the blog while wondering if her and Kyle's relationship was going to survive much longer because she was no longer being satisfied. But the blog had reinvigorated both of their attitudes toward sex and Jenna, for one, was very happy about it. A couple of days ago they had a conversation about their fantasies and desires, something they had never done before, and they had both discovered a curiosity about bondage. Kyle said 'it could be interesting to be in complete control' and Jenna having full trust in Kyle thought 'it would be fun to let go, and just let Kyle be the boss for a night' so they had decided together, and made a date for Friday night, tonight in fact. Jenna told Kyle that in order for this night to work for her he was going to have to take control from the beginning, so he jumped into action right away. He had called and set an appointment the next day at the local spa for her. She was to get full bikini wax followed by a day of relaxation at the spa. The bikini wax was excruciating, but the mud bath, massage, and jacuzzi had made up for it, and later touching herself that evening, feeling her powdery, smooth, softness had be incredibly arousing. Kyle had been busy while she was at the spa, and the next morning when she entered the kitchen, he had covered the huge stone kitchen island with a clean white table cloth and was making breakfast. They laughed together, both secretly thinking about Friday night still two days away, and ate together until they both had to go to work, they kissed passionately before they went their separate ways for the day. Jenna found herself touching her newly waxed softness through her tight slacks under her desk from time to time during the day, she almost could not keep her hands off of herself, and she was certain Kyle would feel the same way. That evening they lay in bed together and it was impossible not to touch each other. They were slow and soft, just hands on soft skin. The next morning and afternoon had gone pretty much the same and now it was early evening and their date was about to begin. Jenna had no idea what to expect, they had both agreed not to talk about it. Kyle was all energy and could not stop touching her when ever they were close. "I'm going to make us dinner" Kyle said. "What are you making?" Jenna asked. "Ahhhh.. that is a surprise." He replied "Now I want you to go into the bedroom and loose those clothes" he paused for a moment "except the shoes" he said it with a forceful tone that was not like him. Jenna smiled she knew he was putting on an act for her, and she liked it. The weight of her day dropped to the floor with those clothes, she slipped the brown rayon slacks over her brown high heal shoes and stood in front of the mirror checking out her hair, which she ran her fingers through, her makeup which was minimal, and still fine, and her body that was never as perfect as she wanted but still very nice, and those newly waxed lips. All the swelling from the waxing had gone away, and it was a perfect bare split with labia that protruded just a bit and a small nub of her clit hood visible as she stood there with her legs slightly apart. Kyle rapped thoughtfully on the door before opening it, and she bounded over and sat seductively on the foot of the bed. As he came through the door his eyes showed that he was very happy with what he saw, but he was acting now and he reached out and took hold of her hair, he was very gentile, he could have been a bit more forceful she thought but it was a first time and that was not his regular character. He directed her through the door and down the hallway through the living room and into the kitchen. The stone kitchen island was bare now except for four small black pillows each about the size of a loaf of bread, and they were placed in a rectangle that took up about half of the island's length. As she got closer she noticed that there were holes drilled in the counter top directly beside each of the for pillows. Suddenly Kyle lifted her off of her feet and set her on the counter top. It was very cold on her bare ass and she shifted uncomfortably for a moment until he directed her onto her hands and knees, she obliged wiggling her cute little tush a little. He moved around her and lifted one of her knees so he could slide one of the soft pillows underneath, then he quickly looped a piece of soft white rope behind her calf through the holes in the counter and deftly secured the rope with some sort of clamp. She attempted to move her leg and found that it was quite secure. He moved quickly around to her other side and repeated the bind on her other leg, she tested it again, with the same result. Next he made a little loop around her upper elbow with another piece of rope and a second loop around her lower elbow, slipped the rope through another hole in the counter top and secured it beneath, she tested this knot while he repeated on the other side. She was definitely immobile. She pictured herself displayed here in her kitchen, her ass in the air, thighs spread wide, her shaved slit open, elbows fastened to the counter and it made her wet instantly. Kyle stood back and surveyed his handiwork, the jeans he was wearing bulged. "hmmm" she intoned "I guess I'm in a real pickle here" she said jokingly. "so now what?" "Now I make us dinner." he said. And reached into a drawer to pull out some brand new kitchen utensils she had never seen before. They were just regular utensils but they looked expensive. They were stainless steel with thick smooth, rounded handles, a spatula, spoon, serving fork, tongues, and a wire wisk. He lay them out on the counter in front of her. Next he put a pot full of water and a skillet on the glass top stove and turned on the burners. With a few more movements he had removed some containers from the refrigerator, and dunked pasta into the now boiling pot on the stove. Jenna watched this all with interest. He produced a small bottle of olive oil that he placed next to the stove and a smaller bottle that Jenna recognized as a personal lubricant they had purchased together a few months ago. "I hope you're not going to cook with that." she said with a smile. "Hey don't comment on my methods or I'll be forced to gag you." he said trying to keep a straight face. "Oh aren't you the rough one?" she asked. "hmmph." he grunted. "OK so this won't do" he said looking around the counter top. "I need a place to put these tools, they are cluttering up my work space." there was a mock pause "ohhh.. I know". He grabbed up the spatula and the spoon and disappeared around behind her, suddenly she fell the cold lubricant squirted down her back side, weaving it's way slowly between her cheeks over her little ass and down between her still untouched lips. It weaved it's way under her saturating her labia and dripped slowly onto the counter beneath. She could just imagine Kyles face as he watched the thick liquid travel over her body, she looked back between her own legs but all she could see was Kyles bulging jeans. "I guess" he announced "this one should go here" and she felt the cool metal of the handle of one of those tools touch her clit. "mmmm" she released in a low tone. The handle started to roll around and press between her lips, with little thrusts and careful pressure, she tried to push back on it but she could only move her hips toward Kyle a few inches because of the binds, and he was not ready to give it up right away. "or maybe here" he said and she felt the steel slide all the way up her wet pussy and stop on her ass where it spun slowly for a moment and then pressed gently forward, she wriggled and giggled, Kyle withdrew the tiny bit of tip that had entered her and pressed in again a little more firmly, it slipped in just a little deeper and she felt it's girth with a little pain, she made a sharp little sound and he withdrew it quickly. "I'm not quite ready for that.. I think." she whispered. "OK baby" he replied and she felt the steel back on her slit. Now it was rubbing, he pulled it away and gently slapped her open lips, she jerked forward a little but the slight sting felt new and glorious and she pushed her bottom back to him, he slapped it again a little harder this time, she moaned, a few more slaps and her lips were turning a ruddy pink, partly from the sting of the gentle slaps and partly from the blood rushing to them and swelling her with desire. She started rocking forward and back wanting something to fill her and he gave it to her sliding the thick handle of one of the tools inside her, it was cool at first but warmed up quickly as he thrust it back and forth she pushed back onto it as far as she could as he continued to press it into her. Then he stopped and she could feel his fingers spreading her lips, the tool still deep inside her. "well" he said "I'm short a holding place for this spoon so we will just have to see if it will fit with the other one." And she felt the handle of the spoon touch her lips. The first handle was not quite as big as Kyle's cock inside her but it was a reasonable size for a dick, and the knowledge that he was going to fill her with another handle of equal size made her breath baited. Fuck you'll have to finish reading this on my blog it's too long here. Sorry!