I guess I married Bill because he was such a nice, easy-going person.  With all the talk about Women's Lib, I figured with a husband who would be mild-mannered and wouldn't make too many demands on me, I could still be the same free-wheeling girl I'd always been and yet I'd have a companion and provider.

At twenty-three, I was still technically a virgin and I assumed that Bill had had the usual share of premarital affairs, as most men do.  I didn't especially want to know about them, nor did I care about them for that matter.  We didn't really talk much about sex while he was courting me.

I was an only child, my parents pampered me a good deal and sent me off to a private elementary and high school and then I went to UCLA and majored in English Literature, figuring that I might teach.  Right after that, I got a job as a receptionist for a small public relations agency, which is where I met Bill Stephens.  He's twenty-seven, has curly brown hair and sometimes wears glasses when he reads, has nice regular features and blue eyes, and usually a very placid and even temper.

Of course, I'd had a few boyfriends before that, but nothing really serious.  We'd gotten as far as a little necking and once in a while I'd let some particularly handsome guy work his hand up under my skirt and maybe finger the crotch of my panties.  I wasn't what you'd call a prick-teaser, and sometimes I went so far, when the fellows were really hard up, to use a handkerchief and give them relief so they couldn't say that I took all and gave nothing.  But what I mean is, I'd never really given myself to a man.

Surprise Honeymoon

Bill's parents had separated and remarried a couple of years back, and only his old aunt was around at the little wedding in the chapel.  Just before the ceremony, I teasingly asked him where we were going on our honeymoon, and he said it was going to be a surprise.  I sort of liked that, because he was always so dependable and even predictable.  I mean, when he took me out, I could always just about guess in advance what restaurant it would be, and what sort of movie or concert he'd like to see.

We had similar tastes in movies and books and sports and stuff like that, but we never really got to prying into each other's quirks and hobbies or special likes and hates.  I figured that would come with marriage.  Oh sure, Bill and I necked a little, but he didn't really send me when he kissed me.  It was a nice comfortable kiss, and he wasn't one of those mauling kinds that you have to watch out for the way you would an octopus.

Well, after the ceremony, some of my girlfriends were out there throwing rice at us, and Bill and I got into his Dodge Polara and drove off towards Hollywood.  He still wasn't about to tell me where we were going to honeymoon, and I figured that maybe he was going to drive to the airport, leave the car there, and then we'd go off to some nice romantic place like Hawaii or maybe Mexico.

Practical Joke?

Well, imagine my surprise to find us pulling up in front of a bungalow court on Norton Avenue near Pico Boulevard.  He parked the car in one of the garages at the back of the driveway, dropped the two suitcases out of the trunk, and then carried them towards one of the bungalows at the back.  I was puzzled and I showed it: "Bill honey, you mean to say we're not leaving for our honeymoon?" I wanted to know.
"Not tonight anyhow, Celia.  Take the keys out of my left coat pocket, that's a good girl:'

More and more mystified, I did so, and I opened the door to find that all there was on the floor was a rug and big low wide padded couch and a deep armchair, heavily upholstered in black leather.  No lamps, no paintings, no nothing.  I wanted to cry.  If this was his idea of a honeymoon, I didn't much care for it.

Disguised Sex Fiend

He went down the hallway, opened the closet, put the two suitcases in, and then closed the door and came back.  He didn't even take me in his arms and kiss me, but instead locked the door, drew the bolt, and pulled down the shades.  It was only about four-thirty in the afternoon, and all of a sudden, I began to wonder if he was one of those disguised sex fiends who can't wait until the banns are pronounced before he makes a girl peel down and give her maiden all.
“I got you a new outfit for our honeymoon, Celia baby," was all he said to me.  "Come along and let's inspect it.” With this, he took hold of my wrist and led me, more mystified than ever, down the hall to the very end of the bungalow and into the master bedroom.  I stood there with my mouth agape.  There was a big low double bed which practically took up the entire room.  There was a mirror, a dressing table, and a chair.  On the dressing table was a box, and he gestured towards it.  "That's for you, Celia.  Open it up and start putting it on.”

Incredible Costume

I gave him a puzzled look, and then I walked over towards the large dress box.  I heard the click of a lock, and I glanced around in time to see him pocketing the key.  The shades were already drawn and there was a certain darkness in the room, but when I opened the box, I couldn't believe my eyes.  There was a gleaming, red leather corset-like thing in there, and a pair of knee-length boots and elbow-length gloves all of the same gleaming material.  There were also a few other things I'd never seen before and I couldn't understand it.
"Start undressing, that's a good girl," he said gently.  He was already taking off his suitcoat, his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt.

"My gracious, Bill, can't you wait until bedtime?" I forced a nervous giggle.  I caught sight of myself in the mirror.  I'm about five feet six, my light-brown hair is usually cut in a kind of pixie bob, and some people say I've got a saucy face.  I know I've got a good figure, with high set, rather big round breasts, a slim waist, good legs and a firm behind.  But the thought of taking off all my clothes towards the end of the afternoon for the first time in front of a man who was now going to have all husbandly rights over me just left me cold.

"I don't understand this, Bill darling," I protested.  "At least, aren't we going somewhere for a nice, romantic dinner ...  maybe some music and wine ...  and things like that before - you know?"

Cold Orders

"No.  Now are you going to take your clothes off like a good girl or do I have to help you?" Suddenly there was something crisp and authoritative in his voice which I'd never heard before.  His eyes were fixed on me and they didn't exactly have a warm love light in them, either.

I bit my lips, but considering I was his wife, I supposed he had every right on his side to want to make love to me here and now.

I took off my bridal veil, my organdy dress, and then my slip.  I started blushing when I caught sight of my white nylon bra and match-ing panties in the mirror, and the thin garter belt that hooked its tight narrow tabs against the welt of my beige nylons.  He didn't move a muscle and there wasn't a flicker of expression on his face, he just stood there looking at me.  Slowly I reached back and unhooked my bra, trying to make it as sexy as I could.  I looked at him, and he just nodded and said, "Let it drop.”

I started blushing, but I was indignant too.

This was something I hadn't figured on at all.  "Now the garter belt.  Unhook it and take it completely off, Celia,” was his next order.

"I like that!  You're not very romantic, Bill Stephens!" I scolded.

Tried To Vamp Him

"I think you had better do what I tell you to, young lady," he said.  He folded his arms and stared coldly at me.  Again, I bit my lip, and then I fumblingly unhooked the tabs of the garter belt and then I let it fall to the floor.  I put my hands on my hips and tried to be a siren and vamp him.  "Do you like what you see, darling?" I said brightly.

The next thing I knew, he had walked over to the box, picked up the corset-like sheath, and was pulling it over me.  I gasped and tried to struggle, but he had unexpected strength.  The sheath went from the middle of my tits down to the edges of my hips, and there was a narrow strap which he pulled up between my legs and buckled to some sort of hook or fastener at the back.  It chafed against my vagina and it even made me uncomfortable right between the cheeks of my behind, if you know what I mean.

"Now those boots and gloves, be quick about it!" he snapped.

I did as he wanted, but I was beginning to cry a little.  "You're mean, Bill Stephens, I don't like this at all!" I blubbered.

Helplessly Bound

As soon as I had the gloves and boots on, he took out some of the other things in the box.  One was a ball with a strap attached and, be-fore I knew what it was, it was in my mouth and the cords were knotted around the back of my neck and I couldn't speak.  I tried to struggle, but already he had grabbed my gloved wrists and forced on a pair of handcuffs so that my arms were locked helplessly behind my back.  He had a similar pair of manacles for my ankles, and then I really was helpless.  He lifted me up onto the bed and laid me on my back.  Then he completed my helplessness by blindfolding me.

He went out for at least an hour, during which I twisted and turned and tried to get free but I couldn't.  I began to cry, and I was terrified.  What sort of man had I married?

When I heard his footsteps coming back, I was almost ready to cry out with joy, but he didn't do anything at all.  He seemed to be mov-ing around a lot, and all of a sudden, I felt something tickle me.  Right down into the valley of my breasts.  It felt like a feather.  The next thing I knew he had rolled me over onto my side, unhooked the flap between my legs, and rolled me onto my back again.  Then the feather ran along my thighs, up past the tops of my stockings, and began to tickle the insides right near my pussy.  I arched and squirmed and twisted and moaned.  Several times he just grazed the lips of my pussy with that awful thing, and I began to feel tingling spasms run through me.

A New Woman

I tried to beg him to do something, but I couldn't speak because of the gag.

It wasn't until three hours later, when he had just about driven me crazy by feather-tickling me all along my thighs and my tits and my neck and armpits and my pussy, that he finally got into bed.  Then he said, "Now I'm going to make a woman out of you, and at last you'll find out what teasing really can be.  We're going to spend a week here before we go to San Francisco and then on to Hawaii for a couple of weeks.  But before then, you're going to be properly trained, Celia.”

And then he gave it to me.  Oh, was it ever good!  I was molten lava because all that tickling had driven me just about wild.  I responded to him, like a bitch in heat, if you want.  And I was never so happy in all my life.