Super Bowl Interception
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007It was Super Bowl Sunday. I expected Major to give me the customary “husband’s cold shoulder” with his attention fixed upon the football game. That morning I prepared Major his regular Sunday breakfast, then I went to my room to work on a few accounts. As the morning worked it’s way into the afternoon, game-time approached so I thought I would prepare a plate of chips, dips, beer, and the other things that would make a man enjoy the game more. Normally, I like to ask him to do unimportant things that need to be done, but can always wait until later, during his watching the Super Bowl. I like to do that to his just to irritate him during his game. He was accustomed to having a few friends over to watch the game with him, but since we had moved to this small town there were no friends he had that were willing to come over. As I brought him the tray, thinking I would let him watch his game in peace this time, he grabbed my wrist as I sat the tray on the coffee table and said softly, “Can you find Mary Ann for me?” I was stunned. Forty-five minutes before the Super Bowl and he wanted to be with Mary Ann? I was shocked and flattered. I replied, “I’m sure she’s in.” I went into the bedroom and The Specialist had already laid out the items me wanted me to wear. A pair of brown kidskin elbow-length gloves and matching high heeled boots that came up to mid-thigh. He had also left out a ball gag and handcuffs. Sometimes he was in the mood for me to gag and handcuff myself and wait for him to enter the bedroom. There were no items to restrain my feet, so I assumed I was to offer some resistance. I took off my house clothes, put on a little makeup, and slid into the gloves and boots. I placed the ball gag in my mouth and strapped it on tight, then cuffed my hands behind my back. I sat on the stool in front of my dresser and waited, but I did not have to wait long. The Specialist burst into the room, totally nude with a full erection.
