It beeped in the apartment. Since I knew there were no customers, I reached for the short barreled shotgun.I had gone to bed afraid that something mig...t happen, but not really expecting it. If I had been expecting it, I would have been in the corner behind the beds. As it was, I was sitting on one of them, when the man came up the open steps. It was dark as sin inside and outside the apartment. I had no doubt that it was Bobby, or one of his kin. Buddy would have known better than to try. I had to make myself relax and take my time, but eventually I got it in, and after sliding it a little, I felt a lot better about the idea of taking Dave's cock, and even began to look forward to it a little--as an adventure, that is.Well, the next part of the instructions made me just as nervous after I figured them out. The cords, it turns out, were cleverly designed so I could tie myself spreadeagled to the bed--which is what I was asked to do. I could tie my legs, then the ties for my arms. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour.My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain.Oh, right.Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends; their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker.We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and. Through the course of our work, we had talked on the phone for weeks before we ever met. I was always a sucker for a sexy voice, and his can be as smooth as a caress on bare skin. We exchanged personal phone numbers, and talked and sent text messages frequently over the next few weeks. He made it his business to learn everything about me, rapidly realizing that I was a natural-born submissive. My darkest fantasies had been largely unfulfilled, so by the time we finally met, I was hooked. .