As the new Senior Vice President of the largest revenue producing division of the organization, she had roughly 200 people indirectly reporting to her.  She had stepped over the "bodies" of pretenders and wannabes to get to where she was now, and a few of those bodies were evidence of her personal handiwork.  The anticipated result was a reputation for being a "bitch-on-wheels" and someone that you should not antagonize for any reason.  Both of these attributes were true. 

She was a very tall woman, very slender, and very attractive.  She had thick, bouncin’ and behavin’ kind of hair that she deliberately wore short to avoid annoying comparisons to Farrah Fawcet.  Her mixed heritage made it difficult for people to identify her as Black or White and she liked it that way.  “Keep ‘em guessing, fuck ‘em or throw ‘em away” was her motto.  Her attractive face, had pretty much given her the ability to make that choice whenever she wanted.

She stayed in shape with a vigorous work-out regimen that kept her body trim, taut, and well muscled.  She was not a shapely woman, however, with itty bitty titties and very narrow hips.  She was built like a runner, although she had never pursued any athletic sports in her life.   All her spare time was spent in the gym with weights and aerobic exercise.   Both she and her husband thought her body was just perfect.

Her husband was not what you would expect from casual observation. He was 5’7” inches tall beside her 5”11” inch frame without her heels.  He was a little soft in the middle and he’d lost most of his hair at an early age.   He was an English teacher.

She thought about him now as the plane accelerated down the runway and lifted off into the air.  She would be home in about three hours and he would be there waiting for her.

As the plane leveled off, she put her seat back as far as she could and closed her eyes.  She recalled their Birth Day vividly… as if it was yesterday.   This was the day that had taken their relationship to a whole new level.  It was the day that they were born again as a brand new couple.

She'd been humoring him that night.  They’d discussed it on more than one occasion, and on this particular Friday evening, after a few glasses of wine, she had agreed.  Thirty minutes later, she was stretched out on the bed in their guest room with her wrists bound tightly above her head.  She was still dressed in her blouse and skirt although the blouse was unbuttoned and the skirt was hiked up to her waist.  Her husband had lost himself between her thighs until she’d lost track of time and purpose.  She only knew that she had been taken by surprise. 

She had always been the sexual catalyst in their bedroom.  Oddly enough, this was his second marriage, and this was her first.  After decades of dates and bums and disciples of pharmaceuticals, she had finally married at the age of forty-five. He was thirty eight. She was typically the one to initiate sex and she was quite good at giving direction. He had always seemed quite comfortable in his relatively subordinate role and he took direction well.  He loved her so completely that it was only logical to him to provide her with the sexual services that she craved to bring about her fulfillment and satisfaction. In most cases, her running commentary of instructions involved placement, pressure, speed, angle… and a broad range of other activities as he moved above her.  Surprisingly, she had little desire to be on top as long as she could direct activities from below.    

She sincerely loved him as well, and she felt that she was being quite accommodating on those rare occasions when he would initiate their lovemaking, or made a specific request.  Normally, she was fairly agreeable.  But when he had suggested some light bondage games, she had laughed and changed the subject.   It was not until he broached the subject again, and a few times after that, that she realized that he was serious.  It still struck her as far too … kinky.        

But on their Birth Day, the night that she had first agreed to his wishes, she had been surprised by her own unexpected array of emotions.  At first she had simply relented and allowed herself to be led to the guest room and bound using clean new rope that she had never seen before.  Her arms were bound together and then tied to the bed posts so that she could not move at all.  When she realized that there was no flex at all in the bonds… and that she could not get out without his help… she lost the humor of the evening.                 

The next realization was that she had not only lost her physical power, she had lost her relationship authority as well. When it became clear that their foreplay this evening would proceed according to his timetable and not hers… she tried to fall back into her routine dominant role.  To her surprise, after making sure that she was not in genuine pain or distress, he completely ignored her directions.  In fact, he had softly told her to "shut up and relax."  

As she revisited the evening now from her first class seat on the flight home… she realized the surprise had not been that he didn’t listen to her, as much as it had been her own excitement level when she understood that he had removed all expectations from her.  He had taken her dominant role away from her and with it she had found an unexpected measure of … freedom.   She had been rendered passive… and passive was new to her.  New and exciting.

She was always proud of her sexual prowess and over the years had routinely sought to impress all of her partners with her skills.   She did not know when it had become such a performance for her, but it had continued well into her marriage.   Now… bound and helpless as she was… she felt all of the performance anxiety (that she did not know was there,) drain away.  

She lost track of exactly what was happening.  Her husband's attentions between her thighs had gradually grown far more intense than she had ever experienced.   She understood that ordinarily... she would have ordered him to do something different by now.  Since she had no such control… she had been carried along to completely new levels of pleasure. 

The final thrill, however, occurred when she began to strain against her bonds.  She was not trying to escape or free herself in any way.  Instead she discovered, that safely bound and immobilized as she was, she could struggle against the rope with all of her strength and energy without fear of harming anyone or having to explain herself.  The liberating experience of unleashing all of her strength… gave voice to this new freedom as well.   Before long she was moaning and screaming loudly with passion… something she had never done in her lifetime.   She had never been one to lose control in such a manner… but now the control had been stripped away and she simply let go.   She let go several times that first night.

Since Birth Day, they have discovered that she also enjoys being spanked and she likes having all four limbs bound.  When they also experimented with a soft ball gag, she found that she felt free to scream as loud and as long as she wanted and her pleasure was enhanced yet again.   They found leather outfits were simply sweaty and unnecessary.  They did invest in some far more comfortable cuffs and collars, however, since the rope had left tell-tale marks on her wrists which she continually feared would be noticed at work.

They were also surprised to discover that she had very little interest in assuming the dominant role by tying him up.  While he would have happily submitted, she was much happier having discovered the subservient thrall within herself.

She shivered as she sat quietly on the plane at 40,000 feet.