The Weekend Ch. 01 – Arrival

Louise had always been the dominant one in our relationship. We had met at work about 10 years ago. Now in our forties she still looked much the same as then – glossy raven black hair, and full breasts gave her a definite gothic look, further emphasised by the black jeans and long boots that she favoured. I knew that she was a lot more experienced than me, and had had many partners before we met, but she always seemed happy with our relation ship, and we still enjoyed a healthy, if somewhat vanilla sex life.

Once day I was looking for something under the bad when I found a cardboard box I hadn’t seen before. As I reached to pull it out she came – and rushed at me screaming, “Leave It!”

Of course, this had the opposite reaction – I opened it to find what looked like a stack of erotic fiction – the front page of the top magazine showed a gagged and bound blond gazing up at the reader. “What’s this?” I asked. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Blushing hard, Louise started to unload. She told me that she had been aroused by bondage since her teens. She had fumbled around a bit with previous boy friends, but had it had never really lived up to the the arousal she got from her fantasies. She had built up a sizeable collection of stories before she met me, which she had managed to keep secret, and the arrival of the internet meant that now she found everything that she wanted to read online.

If only she had told me. I had been reading erotic porn for years now – again secretly. Although we had been together for a long time, it transpired that we were both keeping the same secret from each other. Having made the discovery we started to read each other’s stories, and discovered a shared delight in the same sort of scenarios – capture, domination and slavery. Despite Louise being quite authoritative, and to be frank, quite often bossy with me, I was discovering that she also liked to be controlled.

The obvious next step was to bring this fantasy world into our own sex life, and we started experimenting in the bedroom. I would tie her to the bed and take her, perhaps pretending to be someone who had broken in. She would tie me down and then tease and taunt me. Although we both enjoyed these games, it was also true that we both felt quite self conscious trying to role play with each other, and secretly, both of us were disappointed with how it was working out.

One night, when it was my turn to be the sub, she had me tied spreadeagled to the bed. Leaning down to me, her long hair falling over my face, she whispered in my ear, “What if we visited someone?”

My reaction was obvious to her as I started to harden. “Someone likes that idea,” she laughed.

The next day I started trawling the net. There were any number of dominatrix advertising themselves, but none of really drew me in. I was looking for smoothing more than an hour in a basement being tied or flogged. A couple of days later I found an enigmatic post on a bulletin board;


”Immersive weekends for submissive couples. Experienced dominant couple seek slaves for weekend fun.”


Something instinctively felt right – I sent a quick email, something mundane, “Hi, we would like to play. Tell more.”

After a few days I hadn’t heard anything back, despite constantly checking the inbox. Then suddenly a new mail arrived – the title simply “Etiquette”. The contents were quite blunt.

“This is not the way to do it. If you are really interested in starting something with us, then you need to tell us about yourselves, why you think you want to see us, anything that you have done before that might seem relevant, and what we might find interesting about you. I suggest you try again.”

I showed Louise the email and their reply. She was furious.

“I can’t believe you just sent that off – I’n not surprised they didn’t like it!. I obviously need to take charge of this.”

Louise grabbed the laptop and disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. It was obvious that my presence was not required. When she came out a couple of hours later she refused to discuss it – any attempt to do so from me was met with a curt “No!” When I looked at the laptop later my email and their reply had been deleted. There was nothing that I could see in the outbox either, so perhaps Louise really was so cross that she had decided that that was the end of it.

I knew better than to try and bring it up, and over the next couple of days she calmed down. A couple of weeks later, when I got home from work one night, she was sat at the table – her own laptop open in front of her.

“Guess what, I’ve got some news for you. After your frankly embarrassing email, I have rescued the situation. The email that you sent went to a couple who I’ve been chatting with online now, and they would be interested in doing something with us. You don’t really need to know the details as I have organised it all. They have just sent me an email confirming the final arrangements, and we are going to see them at the weekend.”

“I don’t know if you have anything planned, but cancel it. Pick me up from work at 6, and we will go straight from there.”

I was dumb stuck – I couldn’t believe that she had just gone ahead with this. Part of me wanted to be angry, but a bigger part of me was frankly getting excited. I start to ask some questions but she silenced me with a raised hand.

“No questions – I’m not going to discuss it further, that would just spoil the surprise. Just pick me up straight after work. You don’t need to pack anything, I’ll take care of it all.”

That was the end of the discussion. I would have to wait to Friday to find out more. The end of the week seemed to come very slowly but suddenly it was 5 o’clock Friday. I drove over to where Louise worked, and found her waiting at the door. I was expecting at least a case, but she was just standing there, wearing her usual business suit. She got into the car and turned to me.

“So this is how it is going to work. We are going to drive to an address about 30 minutes away – I have the post code. I have some idea of what’s going to happen but not much. All I can tell you is that I have had a lot of email contact with these people over the last couple of weeks, and spoken to them a couple of times. What we are going to do is going to be quite intense, and probably scary, but you will enjoy it, and I can promise it will be like nothing you have ever done before.”

“Once we start there is no going back until it finishes on Monday morning. If you don’t want to go ahead with it now is the time to say so. I can tell you that I will be disappointed if we do drop it, but also that I will understand if you don’t want to, and I won’t be cross with you, or ever mention it again. It’s up to you now.”

She sat there looking at me. I could tell she was excited – her eyes sparkled, and I could see her nipples hardening, even under the conservative top that she wore for work. Should I just say no, and carry on – we were very happy together, and why would I want to change that? However, what would I be missing out on? I had felt myself getting hard as she was talking. It was something I had fantasised about a lot – would I just regret it for ever if I didn’t agree?

“Ok – lets do it”. 

Smiling, she silently tapped the code into our GPS. “Drive,” she commanded.

The sat-nav directed us to a large secluded Victorian house in the suburbs. We pulled up outside, the time was 6.50. I started to get out but was stopped by Louise. “Wait,” she said, “we can’t arrive early. The instructions were very precise, they said 7p.m. exactly.”

We sat in silence. The house sat in darkness, and the falling rain made it a foreboding presence. An overgrown garden contained a path that led up to the imposing front door. Just before 7.00 Louise gave the final instructions.

“They have been very exact with what we are to do. We are to walk up to the door and follow the instructions there. They were very clear that we are not to utter a word until told to do so. We will be being watched at every moment from now on. You are not to speak to me from this moment onwards. This is your final chance to back out, there is no going back from here, do you understand?”

I took a deep breath. This was it, no going back. I had no real idea of what was going to happen, but knew that if I didn’t go through with it, I would spend my life thinking, “What if?” I nodded my acceptance, and opened the car door.

She stepped out, and I followed her up to the path. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own thoughts. It was 7 p.m. precisely. Louise opened the front door, and walked into the long dimly lit hall way. The door clicked shut as it closed it behind us, and I knew instinctively that it would be locked if we tried to open it again. As our eyes adjusted to the half-light we could see a large chest on the floor in front of us, with another note stuck to it. I noticed the red light blinking on the webcam on the ceiling – we were being watched.

“Undress and put all your belongings in the trunk. Close and latch the lid when you are done.”

We quickly stripped down to our underwear and put our clothes and coats in the trunk. We stood in silence for a moment, and then Louise took a deep breath, unclipped her bra and dropped it in the trunk. Her firm breasts stood proud, and the nipples continued to harden as she turned to me and gestured at my boxers. I stripped them off and dropped them in the trunk. I was starting to get turned on, totally naked in a stranger’s hallway. I knew we were being watched but had no idea of what was going to happen, and I felt myself starting to harden. Louise was still wearing her panties, a high waisted black thong, which stretched tightly across her mound and then disappeared into the round cheeks of her buttocks behind. I realised that she was not making any effort to take them off. I raise my eyebrows at her and pointed but she shook her head emphatically, and held her finger up to her mouth to signify silence.