A few weeks ago I found an envelope on my doorstep with no return address. When I opened it up, I found a number of pictures inside. They were all of me masturbating. I could tell that they were apparently taken from the window of the building across the street and with a view of my patio and bedroom. From the angle of the how the photos were taken, it seemed that the person who took them lived on one of the higher floors. They obviously used a telephoto lens as the photos were pretty clear.

I was embarassed to know that someone was watching me and resolved to close the blinds in the future, but then I noticed some more details in other photos that had been included. My blood started to run cold because I was a little scared. Then I was angry. And finally I wondered whether or not my husband had something to do with it. After calming down a bit, I figured that this whole thing had to be of my husband's doing. He really had a kinky side to him that I ended up loving, but sometimes it was a bit much. This blackmail stuff was over the line and not in his character.

In some of the pictures, the only thing I'm wearing is the padded blindfold that I had made for my husband to use. It had been a surprise gift that he loved, especially when I would be ready for him by wearing the blindfold and nothing else. He would then discover me and tie me down to the bed. He would make love to me until I came a few times. Admittedly, I loved it, too. In fact, while my husband was gone during the days, I'd pretend to be blindfolded and tied up while he was sexually stimulating me. Except that I had to pretend that he was in the room with me. I never told him about it which is why I was suprised to get that type-written note. Still, I figured that it had to be him. I decided to go along with the written instructions included in the note and have some fun.

I was both embarrassed and excited. I was embarrassed because even though my husband knew I loved our bondage games together, I had always downplayed it all and pretended that I only did it for him. The fact was that I had never done anything like that before meeting him, but the truth was that I loved it more than I let him know and really looked forward to our bondage sessions together. But since my husband obviously sent the photos to me and was pretending to blackmail me, he knew just how much I enjoyed the bondage games that he acted out with me. Knowing that he knew this is what embrassassed me.

Still, I was excited to be going along with his devious plans. I had a plan of my own. I planned on surprising him by letting him think that I had known all along that he had been taking pictures of me from that building across the street. So I scribbled a note to leave under the pillow when the time came. It detailed how I knew that he had been taking pictures all along. That way I could tell him that I only acted out these afternoon bondage fantasies for his benefit. After all, I didn't want him to know that I had learned to really crave these times with him. In fact, lately he hadn't been paying much attention to me, hardly ever making love to me. I was getting frustrated and horny. This would be the perfect opportunity to relieve myself of my sexual frustrations and allow my husband to act out his kinky fantasy.

The type-written note stated that if I did not follow the instructions to the letter, there would be more incriminating photos that would be given to my husband if I did not cooperate. Knowing that my husband would surely be thrilled to get such photos since he sometimes felt that I was too straight, I thought that the note was a lame one. Still, I was now very convinced that he was behind it and appreciated the fact that he obviously still had fantasies about me. In the envelope of course was the typed letter with a set of instructions. The date was to be the following day.

That next day in the morning, I took a long hot bath. Minutes before the appointed time, I unlocked both the security gate and my front door, leaving the security gate slightly ajar. None of my immediate meighbors were around, so I knew that the security gate would be open for my husband to easily enter. Using his key wouldn't have the same effect, so I went along with it without giving it a 2nd thought. Besides, my husband didn't know it yet that I knew the identity of my blackmailer. Him! I couldn't wait until he read my note that I had just placed underneath my pillow. I would give it to him afterwards in case he gave me any problems about me going along with such a lame blackmail attempt just to be with somebody else. That was his fantasy, not mine.

I was shaking a little bit from nervousness as the clock ticked the minutes away. At the appointed time I laid myself down upon the bed and placed the blindfold over my eyes. Before doing so, I quickly glanced around the room. As instructed, I had laid out various sex toys, my favorites, along with a black bag of different kinds of bondage equipment. Just as I had placed the blindfold over my eyes, I heard the front door opening and closing shut. Then the click of the deadbolt locking tight, and then steps up the stairs and into my bedroom.

It almost sounded as if there were steps of more than one person, but I didn't think much about it as my husband was inclined to fool me by pretending to bring other people over. In fact, on a few occasions in the past, he had done just that. Friends of his whom he had met over the Internet. But he hadn't done that for almost a year now. The idea of it did excite me even more than I already was, so I was open to it at this point. I mean, my husband hadn't made love to me in almost three weeks and I was very horny.

Either my husband or the other guy crossed my wrists over each other above my head and tied them together with wide leather straps that were furlined. They were very comfortable. After my wrists were bound together, they were secured to the bed's iron headboard. My body was pulled towards the end of the bed so that my arms were stretched for maximum effect, and then each of my ankles were tied to the corners of the bed's iron legs. Normally this is the extent of my bondage, but this time I felt padded leather restraints being placed above and below my knees. These restraints were then secured to the sides of the bed's iron frame. I tested the restraints and found that I could move no more than a half inch in any direction.

When I felt a presence on either side of me on the bed, I figured that my husband had once again decided to surprise me by bringing someone else over. I was immediately aroused by thoughts of the last time that he had done this. I was really looking forward to this dual stimulation. For the next few minutes I felt a dual pair of hands massaging my entire body from head to toe. Suddenly it became apparent to me that there was at least a 3rd person if not a 4th. My heart skipped a beat and I gasped outloud as I felt separate pairs of hands at each of my feet.

What made me scream outloud a moment later were the maddening sensations of having both of my feet being tickled at the same time even as my breasts and pussy were being stimulated. I could hardly stand it. My husband knew that I was extremely ticklish and knew not to tickle me for very long; sometimes not at all because it was just too intense for me to handle. Being that I could move no more than a half inch in any direction no matter how much I struggled, it was even worse.

I could barely get out a protest. "No! Don't! That tickles too much!" I screamed outloud. "I can't take it!" Then I called out my husband's name in desperation as the tickling continued without mercy. At this point, even though it had only been less than a minute for sure, I was gasping with desperation.

Suddenly I heard a woman's voice speak. "Wow. She's ticklish! Maybe we should give her a break." The tickling stopped. I called out to my husband again and practically demanded that he speak to me. He didn't answer, but that same voice announced to me, "Your husband isn't here. He won't be here for hours. Until then my friends and I are going to make your bondage fantasies a reality." This same woman then proceeded to tell me how she came to see me masturbating one day and how a plan to be a part of it came to be in discussions she would later on have with her friends.

One of her friends had been there that same day that they first saw me. To my surprise, not only did she have that same friend with her, but she also had two other friends there in the room with me. But what really surprised me was that two of them were married and both of them were even straight like me. Two of them were lesbians and had a longstanding relationship.

They explained to me that our bondage session would take place on a regular basis and that I would have to follow their future instructions to a tee as I was now a part of their women's group. Of course I protested, but each time I did, they would tickle me mercilessly. Not just my feet, but my entire body. I couldn't help but to give in to their demand that I join the club because the tickling was just too intense for me to handle. At first I figured that I could just back out on the deal afterwards, but after the afternoon was over on that first day, I wanted to see them again for another bondage session.

The only way that I can explain it is that these girls awakened me up to something incredibly powerful. They turned my switch on in a way that has never been turned on before. This may be hard for you to believe, but to this day I am still straight despite the fact that we've gotten together a number of times since that first time together. The scenario is pretty much the same each time. I blindfold myself. They then tie me up and take advantage of me.

We almost always do it at their place across the street from mine because it's just easier. They even use a very effective ball gag on me now even though I used to be so against those kinds of things. I'm not into pain or humiliation and I always associated a ball gag with it, but in my case, the ball gag is necessary for me to endure the incredibly intense tickling that goes on after they tie me up. This girls' club is a tickling and foot fetish club. While there is a definite sexual aspect of it because we always get each other off, only the lesbian couple does anything that is sexually aggressive. The rest of us simply enjoy what's being done to us by them.

What about my husband? Our sex life together is better than ever. One time I even had one of my new-found friends and tickling partners over to surprise him. It was great! We're going to do it again soon, though we plan never to reveal her identity to him. I've even done this with her to surprise her husband which was also a very intense experience. But never as intense as our bondage sessions with my girls' club. I am so glad that I decided to go along with those instructions in that note when I first read it.    :-)