Yvonne rolled the dice and held her breath. Her eyes followed the first wooden cube as it tumbled across the table before coming to a halt.

Six.

She instantly switched her attention to the other die as it continued to skitter across the polished surface, finally bouncing off the box at the edge of the table and coming to rest.

Six.

She closed her eyes and finally breathed out, listening to the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The most extreme option had been randomly selected. The decision was made, and there was no right of appeal. She had no choice but to obey.

Yvonne’s life had changed immeasurably since that first time her husband Simon had used the dice to decide what they would do. His intentions had been entirely dishonourable. He wanted to ‘spice up their sex life’, with a particular interest in introducing the idea of bondage, specifically of him tying up his lovely wife.

He had been pleasantly surprised when she agreed to go along with the idea. He had been amazed when the dice indicated that they should immediately have sex but, not only that, it should be outdoors and with Yvonne both naked and in bondage.

He was completely gobsmacked when she actually consented to be held to the ‘decision’ of the dice. He had driven to a secluded spot, watched as she took off her clothes, then tied her up.

Yvonne had never felt so alive as when she felt the rope pulled tight around her wrists behind her back. The excitement of being naked and helpless, out in public, with the constant risk of discovery, was intoxicating. She watched as Simon knotted a second rope around her waist and stood holding the other end. His eyes took in the incredible vision of his wife as he had imagined her so often.

“Now you’re my slave girl,” he smiled wickedly, “I can do with you as I wish.”

“I thought you said something about needing to gag me?” Yvonne asked coquettishly. “You wouldn’t want me to scream for help, would you?”

Simon couldn’t believe his luck, not only at having met and married such a beautiful woman, but also that she should be asking him to gag her! With shaking hands, he took one of the silk scarves he’d brought and made a large knot in the middle of it. He gently eased it into her yielding mouth, before taking the scarf under her auburn hair and tying it behind her head. He heard Yvonne moan as he did this, and recognised it as a sound of pleasure rather than complaint.

He led her into the woods, skirting around prickly undergrowth and kicking aside any stones or twigs she might step on and hurt her bare feet, until they reached a small, grassy clearing. Here he pulled her down onto the ground, parting her legs and, having dropped his shorts and boxers, lay between her thighs.

For Yvonne, the actual sex was almost incidental, although she did reach orgasm surprisingly easily. Lying on her arms, and having cold, dew-soaked grass against her bare behind was actually quite uncomfortable. But, the whole idea of being ‘forced’ to walk through the forest naked, bound and gagged was wildly exhilarating. It was a rape fantasy she had guiltily dreamed about since puberty, although never with any intention of telling anyone, let alone acting it out.

The use of the dice to arrive at this situation seemed to give it extra spice. Neither of them had made the decision to do this, so neither could be blamed for acting in such a wild, hedonistic way. There was no need to feel guilty about indulging such outlandish fetishes, because they hadn’t consciously set out to do this, it was merely the random selection by the dice which had led them here.

Yvonne felt incredibly horny for the rest of the day, staying close to her husband and maintaining some kind of bodily contact as much as possible, barely able to keep her hands off him. Simon, to celebrate this new-found intimacy, booked a table at their favourite restaurant.

“So what are you going to do to me tonight?” she asked suggestively over the first course. “I’m hoping it’s going to be wild and unusual!”

“Why don’t we consult the dice?” he replied, taking the small cube from his pocket. “Same options as before?” Yvonne nodded her head enthusiastically, hoping that a six might indulge her nascent enthusiasm for bondage.

“Oh,” Simon said in dismay, looking down at the result of his throw, “it’s a one. No sex for us tonight!”

“What?!” Yvonne wailed. “No sex?! It’s Saturday night!” By the looks she received from the nearby tables, she realised she’d said that rather louder than she’d intended. Blushing furiously, she put her head down and concentrated on her food.

They ate in silence for several minutes. Simon thought that his wife was sulking, which she was, but she was also thinking. After a while, a slight smile came to her face.

“What is sex?” she asked innocently.

“Excuse me?” Simon responded warily.

“Well, we asked the dice it we should have sex and got the answer no, but what does that mean? Penetration? Orgasm? It doesn’t mean foreplay, surely? And we wouldn’t be having sex if you just tied me up, would we?” Simon smiled in appreciation at the devious working of her mind.

“That’s certainly true,” he agreed, nodding his head, “I feel the need for another consultation with the Oracle of random decisions. We could go for one and two means Foreplay, three and four results in Foreplay with Bondage,…”

“Five is for Bondage only,” Yvonne added enthusiastically, “and six could be Bondage and Discipline. I’m sure you’d love to give me a good spanking, wouldn’t you, darling?”

“Only if the dice demands it, honey,” he smiled. He picked up the dice and rolled it again. Three.

“Let’s skip dessert,” Yvonne urged, finishing her main course and pushing the plate away, “I think we need an early night.”

Barely half an hour later, she was lying naked on the bed. Simon produced a set of leather cuffs and strapped them around her wrists and ankles.

“You really have been wanting to do this for a long time, haven’t you?” she murmured thickly, barely able to speak due to her intense arousal.

“I was a good Boy Scout,” he smiled, “always be prepared.” He took four lengths of rope from a drawer and tied the cuffs to the four corners of the bed. Yvonne writhed on the sheet sexily, testing the limits of her bondage while, at the same time, deliberately inflaming Simon’s desire to boiling point.

“What’s that?” she asked as he approached her.

“It’s a ball gag, darling,” he replied, holding up the red silicone ball attached to the black leather strap, “so much more effective than a silly scarf.” He’d bought the gag years before, but had never had the courage to show it to his wife. Now, he took great pleasure in pushing the ball into her mouth, forcing it behind her teeth, and buckling the strap under her hair.

He ran a finger around her stretched lips, revelling in the look and feel of the gag in its rightful place after so long hidden away. He bent over her and, opening his mouth to match hers, he kissed her around the ball, licking the silicone intruder as he did so, enjoying the sensation. Yvonne, for her part, found the bound kiss unbelievably erotic.

Simon spent the next couple of hours teasing and tantalising his restrained wife, endlessly bringing her to the very brink of orgasm, then leaving her hanging until her excitement and anticipation had subsided. He had to leave the room on several occasions as his own excitement threatened to overwhelm his self-control. He resisted the temptation to relieve his burgeoning arousal through masturbation, as he felt that would be unfair on Yvonne, and would go against the spirit of the decision made by the dice.

He started off using his fingers and tongue to stimulate her but, as time went on, he became more inventive. He took a feather from a feather boa Yvonne had worn to a fancy dress party one time and used it to torment her almost beyond the point of endurance, tickling the soles of her feet, under her armpits, and on her inner thighs.

He had also employed a plastic spatula to gently slap her plump Venus mound, and a plastic ruler to drum on her nipples until they were achingly erect. Her positive reaction to this gentle mistreatment encouraged him to fashion a miniature cat-o-nine-tails out of some string he found in the kitchen, and he used it to flog her breasts and pussy. To his surprise and delight, she nodded her head and made encouraging noises as she squirmed and thrashed about in her bondage. His appreciation of exactly what turned this sexy creature on was expanding all the time.

“You know, we really ought to get rid of this,” Simon said some time later as he lounged back on the bed and patted the tight mass of curly pubic hairs on her mound. It was the early hours of the morning, and he was exhausted from his efforts. Yvonne was still lying there, obviously, as she was still tied to the bed, but she was now covered in sweat, and her eyes were closed as she dozed a little. She raised her head off the pillow wearily and looked up at his words.

“I find it gets caught between my teeth,” he complained, “and, anyway, I think a shaved pussy says so much about a woman. Why don’t we consult the dice?” He had already retrieved the wooden cube from the living room, and now rolled it across Yvonne’s flat stomach.

“Oh, well,” he said when he saw the result, “it looks like you get to keep it after all. I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely ready for sleep and…” He rolled the dice again… “The dice says you get to sleep in your bondage, just as you are. I hope that’s okay with you? Although, actually, the dice have decided, so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to like it or lump it. Sorry about that.”

Yvonne let out a moan, but he couldn’t decide if it was one of pleasure or resignation. He pulled the duvet over them and snuggled into her, kissing her damp brow and wrapping an arm and a leg across her. He was asleep within minutes.

Yvonne lay awake much longer, pulling at the ropes holding her in the spreadeagled position she had been forced to adopt for so long. Her jaw was aching from being stretched by the gag, while her shoulders and hamstrings ached from being held in such unnatural positions, and the cuffs dug into her wrists and ankles a little. She drank in these strange sensations and luxuriated in her total helplessness.

She watched the sky gradually lighten as dawn broke and enjoyed the feeling of her man’s warm body draped over her. She recognised that it was he who had tied and gagged her, but she felt that, rather than being in his control, she was completely under the spell of the dice.

After all, he was her gentle, loving husband, who would never hurt her, while the dice was a cold, uncalculating, entirely random mechanism - if asked the right question, it could inflict great pain and suffering, as well as render her vulnerable and unable to resist whatever humiliation she might be called on to endure. That thought burned deep into her psyche, and continually inflamed her arousal. All she was thinking about as she lay there was not the prospect of freedom, but the possibility that another roll of fortune might result in an even more extreme predicament.

She wondered if the sleeping form next to her would be strong enough to carry out the random choice, if it turned out to be something with which he felt uncomfortable. She realised that, of course, it would never come to that. He would never ask those difficult questions, never risk the possibility that he would be put into the position of having to make her suffer.

But, she admitted to herself, that was what she wanted. She wanted to feel the intense excitement of taking extreme risks. If those risks became realities, she knew that it could be unpleasant, uncomfortable, even painful. But she was prepared to accept the penalty to enjoy the thrill of the ‘what if’. But if she wanted to get her way, he was going to have to be devious.

Simon woke up, completely unaware of the epiphany which Yvonne had undergone. As far as he was concerned, they had had a lot of fun with his idea. It had transformed their relationship and, as far as he was concerned, only in a good way. His lovely wife had been transformed from a fairly innocent and straitlaced woman into an enthusiastic and adventurous lover, enjoying all his own fetishes and willing to experiment with many more.

He was taken by surprise a few days later when Yvonne came to bed, and he realised that the pubic hair he had complained about previously was gone.

“When did that happen?” he asked with a smile, rubbing his hand across the newly-bare flesh.

“I was having a shower this morning,” Yvonne replied sheepishly, “and I was thinking about what you said.”

“So you just decided to shave it off?”

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head, “I didn’t decide. That would have been going against the dice. I just asked the question again and, this time, it decided it had to go.”

“You consulted the dice without me?” Simon queried, “have you been doing that a lot?”

“Well, er…” Yvonne looked away, her cheeks blushing red. “A few times, yes. But mainly for inconsequential things, like what to buy for dinner, which dress to wear, that sort of thing.” Simon looked at her intently, suspecting that she wasn’t giving him the full story.

“Anything sexual?” he persisted, “apart from the shaving, that is.” There was a long pause as Yvonne seemed to be wrestling with her conscience.

“I was at work on Monday,” she went on eventually, “it was one of those boring days with not many people in the office and not much to do. I… I asked the dice whether I should spend an hour shopping, have a cup of coffee, or… go to the loo and masturbate.” She was bright red by this stage, and couldn’t look Simon in the face.

“What was the decision?”

“I had to go and make myself cum!” Yvonne blurted out. “Five times!” Simon tutted and shook his head disapprovingly, although he did have a smile on his face.

“Dear me,” he laughed, “my wife the slut, bunking off work to fiddle with herself in the toilets. Disgraceful!” Yvonne smiled back, relieved that he wasn’t upset.

“You want to be careful with those dice though, darling,” he continued, a little more seriously, “they can be very dangerous!” She smiled sweetly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I hope so,” she murmured, “why don’t you ask them how, exactly, you’re going to fuck me tonight? I’m thinking tied up in the garden.”

It was a few weeks later that Simon got another shock, and another insight into his wife’s unusual addiction to gambling.

“Wow! You look amazing!” Yvonne had just walked in, having returned from her hair and beauty appointment. Her long, auburn locks had been transformed into a spiky, blonde, and much shorter, hairdo, while her nails were long and blood red.

But what attracted his attention most was the form-hugging red latex dress she was wearing. It moulded itself around her delicious curves, while leaving her arms and legs uncovered. The shortness of the skirt was matched by the plunging neckline, revealing that she couldn’t possibly be wearing a bra. This was reinforced by the way her nipples stood out prominently through the thin rubber.

“I’m glad you like it,” she purred, “you can thank the vagaries of chance. I was going in for my standard cut and blow dry, but a quick consultation resulted in a rather more dramatic result. Lucky I didn’t throw double-six, though, or I’d be bald!”

“Yes, that was lucky,” Simon responded thoughtfully, “and the dress?”

“Well, the choice was between this and something boring from Topshop,” Yvonne said, “I think, on balance, this is better, don’t you?”

“On balance,” he smiled, “you’re a total sex bomb! Why don’t I take you out for a horrendously expensive meal and show you off?”

“Hm, I’m not hungry for food at the moment,” she said coyly, “I’m sure we could find something more exciting to do.”

“Why do I suspect a plan in operation here?” Simon mused. “What do you have in mind?”

“Before we do that,” Yvonne continued, “I want to ask the dice a question: do we go with the list of options I drew up earlier; go with a list you come up with; or agree a list between us.”

“Okay,” he replied, now sure that she had something planned, “the usual even split between the options. Let’s give it a try.” He took out his dice and rolled it.

“Well, it looks like you’re in luck,” he said, looking at the two dots facing him, “so what’s your list?” He saw the excitement on her face as she took out a piece of paper and handed it to him. He read it with mounting alarm:

2, 1 week with Y naked in garden in slave chains, available to S for sex
3-4, S fucks Y anally and leaves her tied up in garage all night
5, S leaves Y in forest naked and in bondage all night
6, Sex in bondage all night
7, Straight sex in every room of the house
8, Bondage and Discipline all weekend
9, S whips Y until she is unconscious
10-11, S and Y visit both sets of in-laws. No sex or bondage all weekend
12, S takes Y to bondage club as sex slave and passes her around

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Simon exclaimed.

“What’s the problem?” Yvonne asked innocently. “It obeys your rules - there’s one option neither of us wants to happen!”

“I can’t do this to you!”

“But the dice has spoken,” Yvonne said fiercely, “we have to go with my list. Anyway, don’t be such a pussy! If I can take it, surely you can give it out. And if I want it, surely you can’t turn me down, can you?”

“Okay,” he agreed reluctantly, “if you’re sure?” Yvonne, her nostrils flaring in excitement, nodded her head vigourously.

He took out a second wooden cube, rattled both in his cupped hands as he prayed for a favourable result, then released them onto the table.

Six. They looked at each other with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, glancing at the list to see which options had been ruled out and which remained. Then back to the rolling dice.

One. A total of seven. Straight sex in every room of the house.

“Relieved?” Yvonne smiled.

“Some,” Simon replied, with a rueful smile. “You?”

“Some,” she concurred, “a little disappointed too, I suppose. Still, sex in every room! A bit of a challenge, do you think you’re up to it, big boy?”

“I’m sure you’ll help me along if I wilt, darling,” he replied.

And she did. He might have made it, if she hadn’t changed the rules on him. He had managed to service her in their three bedrooms, the bathroom, living room, dining room and kitchen, and was congratulating himself on a job well done.

“What about in here?” Yvonne asked. “This is a room, isn’t it?” She was leaning against the door frame of the entrance to the small lobby area between the front door and the hall, giving him a sultry look. She was completely naked, and Simon gazed at her killer body, her new hairstyle, and shaved pussy, wondering what kind of nymphomaniac he had unleashed.

Wearily, he got up off the hall carpet and dragged himself over to her, knowing better than to waste his energy arguing with her. She closed the door, shutting them in the tiny area and, pulling him towards her, backed up against the wall.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he whined, “I don’t think I can get it up again.”.

“Here, let me give you a hand,” his wife murmured, reaching down and tickling his balls, before taking his limp member in her fingers.

“Oh dear,” she continued, “it’s not responding. Let me kiss it better.” She went down on her knees, then went down on him. After several minutes of tender, loving care with her tongue and lips, he was fully restored to his former glory.

Yvonne straightened up and, gripping the coat hooks on the wall above her, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Simon guided his aching erection into her well-lubricated vagina and summoned the remains of his stamina to give her what she wanted.

“One last effort, honey, and we’re done,” Yvonne said later as she stroked his cheek.

“You want more?!” he exclaimed. It was about an hour or so since they’d brought the evening to a shuddering climax, but he wasn’t sure he could rise to the challenge once more. “There are definitely no more rooms!”

“But, remember when we had the decking laid hands you said that it was like having an extra room?” He looked at her, trying to pull off a sweet, innocent expression while tempting him like some sex-mad Demon from hell.

“Evie, it’s three in the morning!”

“Which means the neighbours won’t see us…”

He gave up and went downstairs with her. Just watching her hips swaying from side to side and seeing the plump roundness of her cheeks quickly got him back in the right frame of mind and, by the time they sneaked out into the darkness, both naked, he was fully capable of doing his duty.

It was late the next day, some time after noon, when he sat down to the substantial brunch Yvonne had prepared to restore him to full fitness. He was fully dressed and, although dog-tired, ready to face the rigours of the day.

Yvonne, however, seemed to have other ideas. She was wearing a corset with suspenders, sheer black seemed stockings, and shiny patent leather high heels. Knickers were noticeably absent. She paraded alluringly in front of him, her heels clicking on the kitchen tiles.

“That worked really well last night,” she smiled, “just imagine how good it will be when the dice selects something more exotic from the list!”

To be continued?