Early Saturday morning Mistress Arianna woke me up and startled me. ?Get up, go to the bathroom, and take off your pajamas.? She was still wearing her...waitress uniform.I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back into the bedroom and stripped while Mistress Arianna got some rope from the closet. When she came out, she commanded ?On the bed.?I got into bed, and Mistress Arianna tied my wrists and ankles to metal rings on the corners. When she finished, she looked at me and asked, ?Did you. I would love to celebrate with you and I adore champagne." And I know the place," I said."Our hotel room from two years ago?" she asked."Nope," I said, "my brother's penthouse on 87 th . He's out of town and couldn't be here tonight but said I could stay at his place."Nice," Hannah smiled, "what luck." And I happen to have champagne," I added."Even luckier," she said, standing closer to me, the aroma of her perfume enticing me, her tits pressed gently against my arm."It's not luck," I said." I. She encourages my fantasizing since it gives me satis-faction without requiring that she herself engage in weird sexual practices.I often find myself fantasizing that something (hypnosis, a birth control pill with erotic side effects) has made my wife as horny and desirous of sexual adventure as myself. A typi-cal fantasy follows.It’s our anniversary and Patsy (my wife) has agreed to do anything I want her to do. I suggest that we go to a nearby restaurant which caters to the “swinging singles”. I tug at the big belt buckle and it clangs as I let it fall to the ground. As you hear the leather sliding out of your belt loops, one by one, you grow harder by the second. You can’t help it, and as soon as I’ve removed the belt, you jump up and rip your pants and boxer briefs off. ‘Couldn’t wait to get home again, could you baby?’ I giggle, staring at your huge erection just a few feet from my face. You nod nuh-uh, and, remaining on your knees, reach under my flowery summer dress. The.