It was cold and rainy all day Saturday making it impossible to any of the little repairs I had promised to do outside. About all I could do inside was...fix a couple of faulty plugs on lamps and make sure that all the weather stripping on the doors and windows was tight. "Come warm weather," I told mother, "we've got to get these drafty windows replaced by new ones with double thermal-pane."Mother made spaghetti for dinner, I started a fire, fixed a salad, opened the bottle of good Bordeaux I had. I have no plans and almost have Peter's place ready for a Home and Garden layout. I did tell him what we did together.”He was quiet for a second and said “Good. So he must have... well he.. what did he say?”“That he almost had sex with Jessica, he slept with her and he would have, but it was not possible because of her health.” I said.“He.. he is relaxed about it then?” he said enquiringly. “Well he couldn't get mad at me, but I don't think it is something he would forgive a second time, and. In the darkness, I heard the click of a button on a remote control and then the whine of little motors as I felt the slack being taken out of the restraints, pulling me taught. Another click of the button and then the sound of the little motors whining released some of the tension as my limbs were given more play in the restraint.In the dark, I heard his soft steps around me. My breathing was still heavier than normal, but I continued to try to calm myself down so I could rely on my hearing to. I reached out a hand and felt the shimmering nylon of the stockings and it was as if theywere calling to me. I shook my head but the desire to just trythem on kept growing and growing. I showered and shaved, made some coffee and tried to ignore the voice in my head telling mejust trying the stockings on wouldn't be so bad, I could always take them off again.So, I slid the suspender belt around my waist and rememberingwhat I had seen in porn films I rolled the stockings into a doughnut shape.