Eleanor had grown tired of her husband’s constant whingeing that it wasn’t fair, that she had promised she would untie him after lunch and she was really vindictive blah, blah, blah…
Easing off her thong, she knelt next to David, whose eyes blazed up at her with a combination of fury and grievance. “I said open wide, honey,” Eleanor smiled, pinching her husband’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth. She thrust the scrunched up used thong as far as it would go without causing David to retch, then fetched some pantyhose from her drawer and wrapped it tight around the bound man’s head, securing the thong gag into place. Now fully naked, Eleanor stood up and looked down on her captive spouse. “Right, sweetie,” she twinkled, “you just relax while I have a shower. I’m sure you’ll be fine like that till morning!”