“I’ve been reading this old novel,” Simon said conversationally.

“Oh?” Yvonne replied without looking up from the newspaper she was reading. It was Saturday morning, and lying in bed reading the papers was a sacrosanct ritual.

“Yes, called ‘The Diceman’,” Simon continued unabashed,” about this guy who turns all the decisions in his life over to the randomness of the roll of the dice.”

“Mm, interesting,” Yvonne commented without actually sounding interested.

“I thought so,” her husband went on, ignoring the signals he was receiving that his wife did not want to hear about it. “I thought we could apply the principle to our sex life.” Yvonne’s head shot up and she looked at him in surprise.

“Oh?” she said again, but this time her tone indicated extreme interest. “Tell me more! What are you suggesting?”

“Well, you’d agree that our love life has become a little… safe and predictable over the years, wouldn’t you?”

Yvonne considered this for a couple of minutes in silence. They had been married for five years, after dating for three before that. She loved her husband very much, and she knew that he loved her just as much. She enjoyed making love to him and she hoped the feeling was mutual, but she had to admit that things had become less exciting in the bedroom. She knew that all relationships developed that way, that you can’t keep the excitement of those initial explorations as you become familiar with each other. But the idea of spicing things up certainly interested her.

“I guess so,” she replied rather guardedly, wondering where he was going with this.

“So why don’t we bring some spontaneity back into things by using the dice?”

“How would that work?” Yvonne asked, feeling nervous but excited at this development.

“Well,” Simon explained enthusiastically, “we ‘ask’ the dice a question, decide on the possible answers, then roll the dice to see which one we carry out.”

“Like what?”

“How about ‘When should we next have sex’? Possible answers could be ‘Tonight’, ‘Tomorrow’, ‘Next Weekend’, or ‘Now’.”

“Next weekend?” Yvonne questioned, “I don’t like that option much! I don’t want to wait until next weekend!”

“There has to be some jeopardy,” Simon replied, “some options you don’t really want to come up, otherwise it’s not as exciting. But we can load the dice. So, I suggest that if the dice comes up one or two, that means we have sex tonight. If it comes up three or four, we have sex now. If it comes up five, we wait till tomorrow. If it comes up six, we have to wait until next weekend. What you think?”

“Okay,” Yvonne said uncertainly, “I guess if we don’t like the answer, we can always ignore it.”

“Oh no,” Simon countered, “we have to make a commitment that, if we ask a question of the dice, we will abide by the outcome. Otherwise no jeopardy, no excitement, no spontaneity. What we could do is give it a trial run. Also, we get to set the questions and possible answers, so we are in control really. Agreed?”

Yvonne could feel her heart beating hard, and realised that was the first time she had felt like that about sex with her husband for several years.

“Okay, let’s do it!” she said excitedly. She wasn’t surprised when it turned out that Simon had a dice on his bedside table. He laid out the newspapers to make a flat surface on the bed.

“Ready?” He saw the same excitement and sense of anticipation in her face as he was feeling himself. When she smiled and nodded vigourously to him, he rolled the dice.

“Four,” he said, “that means we have sex now! Shall we ask something else?!” Yvonne looked at him, feeling a little confused. Something else, she wondered, but we got the decision, shouldn’t we just get on with it? But she realised that Simon had obviously thought long and hard about this, so she controlled her impatience and nodded her assent.

“How about ‘Where shall we have sex’?” Simon smiled, glad to see the smile on his beautiful wife’s face. “Possible answers are ‘In the bedroom’, ‘In the shower’, ‘On the dying room table’, ‘On the kitchen work surfaces’, ‘In the garden’, or ‘Elsewhere’.”

“My, my, you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” Yvonne smiled. “I like that! ‘Elsewhere’? What does that mean?”

“Well, if it comes up, we can find out! You okay to go ahead and roll?”

“I guess so,” she said breathlessly. She picked up the wooden cube and rolled it.

“Six!” she squealed. “Elsewhere! Oh, fuck! What now?!”

“We have to come up with some new options,” Simon explained. “This is where it gets interesting. I’ll tell you what, why don’t I come up with three and you come up with three? My three are ‘In the car’, ‘In the park’, and ‘In the woods’.”

Yvonne looked at him in shock and some surprise. The idea of having sex outside the bedroom, let alone outside the house, was pretty unusual, as far as she was concerned. Now she had to come up with other places where they could have sex! She thought hard for several minutes.

“Okay, the only thing I can think of is… Oh God, I don’t believe I’m actually saying this… ‘In the toilets at the Shopping Mall’!” She blushed a deep red and looked up guiltily at Simon.

“You sure about that?” he asked in surprise, “because if we decide that is a possible answer and the dice chooses it, then we have to do it.”

“Yes,” she replied, sounding a little unhappy, but secretly proud that she had managed to come up with something to surprise him, “but can we make it one of the less likely options?”

“That’s fine. Let’s go one or two gets in the car, three or four gets in the woods, five means we have to do it in the park, and six means a very interesting shopping trip!”

He picked up the dice and rolled a three. Yvonne didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed that one of the more extreme, exhibitionist options hadn’t been selected.

“Now we need to ask how we are going to have sex,” Simon continued, “’Missionary’, ‘Doggy fashion’, ‘Standing up’, ‘69’, ‘Anal’, or ‘BDSM’.”

Yvonne looked up sharply at her husband, wondering if this was going too far. Most of those were things they had never done, so was this just an elaborate ruse to get what he wanted all along, which sounded like kinky sex? She didn’t even know what ‘BDSM’ might involve. But slowly, the idea of having transgressive sex in the open air began to excite her. If it turned out that it was Simon’s secret fetish and this was the only way he could broach the subject with her, then this had actually achieved something useful in terms of their relationship.

“Okay. I’ll roll, though.” Yvonne picked up the dice and, nervously, rolled it. When it came up six, she looked up at her husband questioningly.

“BDSM,” she said, “so what did you have in mind when you came up with that one?”

“I don’t actually have all of this planned out, you know,” he smiled, pretending to be offended. “Let’s try breaking it into its constituent parts. ‘Bondage and Discipline’, ‘Domination and Submission’, “Sadism and Masochism’. And, whichever option is selected, we get to have actual sex in whatever way we want whilst carrying out the BDSM element.”

“Okay, here’s an idea, “Yvonne said with an evil grin, “for one, two and three, you get to do one of those to me. For four, five and six, I get to do them to you! Agreed?”

“Jeopardy both ways, I like it! Do you want to roll?”

Yvonne picked up the dice and blew on it for good luck. Now she felt incredibly nervous, as there were options which she really didn’t want to come up. She held her breath and threw the dice, making a wish that it would result in a four or higher.

One!

“Nooooo!” she wailed.

“Sorry, darling,” Simon said, a wide grin on his face, “that’s the way the dice rolls sometimes. So, to recap: we are going to the woods, now, and I get to put you in bondage, discipline you, and have sex with you any way I like. Now that’s what I call a great Saturday morning!”

“You’ve fixed this!” Yvonne squealed. “That dice is loaded! You’ve fixed it so that you get exactly what you wanted!”

“Now, darling, don’t be a bad loser,” he chided her good-naturedly. “How could I fix the dice? We both threw it, and we got four, six, three, six and one, a fairly random set of results. As for me getting exactly what I wanted, well if I did, it was purely coincidental.

“So, shall we get dressed and go? Actually, there’s not much point in you putting on too many clothes, as you’re going to be out of them pretty soon! Why don’t you just put on a tracksuit and trainers? No need for underwear, is there?”

Yvonne still suspected that, somehow, he had manipulated her into this situation. But then, the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She quickly pulled on her tracksuit bottoms and trainers, then threw on a T-shirt, noting how the lack of bra left her quite large breasts swinging freely under the cotton. As the material rubbed against her nipples, she felt herself become even more aroused, which in turn made her realise just how turned on she had been by the game they had played. Eagerly, she went downstairs and got into the car alongside Simon.

It took only about ten minutes to reach a very secluded, out of the way spot in the local woods, and the journey was undertaken in complete silence. Yvonne wondered what Simon was going to do, but decided not to ask. She didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere of tense, nervous excitement and, she realised, she didn’t want to spoil the surprise either. She hadn’t been more excited about the prospect of having sex since she had lost her virginity at sixteen.

Simon pulled the car over from the rutted track down which he had driven and parked under the trees, as far out of sight as was possible, and they got out. Yvonne looked around nervously, checking that they truly were alone.

“Okay, darling, “Simon said evenly, turning to his obviously nervous wife, “you’d better take off your clothes.” Yvonne looked at him to try and gauge his mood, desperately hoping not to see an expression of triumph or any indication of malicious intent. He was just smiling, obviously enjoying the situation and, she suspected, her embarrassment.

She pulled off her T-shirt, and immediately felt the cool morning air on her skin. It wasn’t exactly cold, but it was certainly bracing. Stealing herself, she took off her trainers and leggings. Now naked, she covered herself with her hands and looked around to check for any rogue hikers who might be passing by. The woods were still deserted.

Simon picked up her clothes and, opening the boot of the car, tossed them in. Yvonne watched in mounting astonishment as he took out several coils of rope and two of her silk scarves.

“What going on? What are you doing?” she asked in a much higher tone of voice than she had intended.

“Well, the dice decided on Bondage,” he replied calmly, “so, I have to tie you up, don’t I?”

“You did plan this, didn’t you?” Yvonne squealed, “you have the car all prepared! You went out and bought rope! You packed those scarves!” Simon could hear the fear now in her voice, and decided it was time to come clean.

“Okay, I admit it, I was hoping that, at some time, the dice would lead us to this point. But I didn’t fix the dice, it really was coincidence that it came out exactly as I’d hoped.”

“You… You wanted to tie me up?” the naked young woman asked falteringly.

“What can I say, I have a massive BDSM fetish, and I’ve been fantasising about tying you up for years!”

“Why did you never tell me?”

“I thought you would think I was a sick pervert. Perhaps you do! The thing is, I love you too much to risk losing you over something like this. Hell, to risk losing you over anything! The dice thing was my pathetic way of trying to make it happen without you realising that I imagine you in ropes all the time.”

“I don’t understand. What is it about me being tied up which turns you on?”

“I’m not entirely certain myself. Part of it is being in control, I suppose. I’ve never been that confident in bed, so maybe the idea that you can’t resist my advances appeals to me. But when I fantasise about you, I picture myself giving you almost unbearable levels of pleasure, doing sexy, dirty things, maybe even taboo things, that you would never dream of allowing me to do if you weren’t helplessly bound and gagged.”

“Gagged?”

“Well, yes, otherwise you’d be screaming at me to stop doing whatever I was doing, and demanding I untie you.”

Yvonne stared at him in astonished silence for several minutes. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She couldn’t believe that, for all these years, he had kept his true nature secret. She could see the desperation in his face, like a small child caught doing something naughty and begging for forgiveness. She thought about what he had said, and three words stood out. ‘I love you’.

“Well, you’d better get on with it,” she said urgently, “I’m freezing my bloody tits off here!

THE END