Samantha moaned on the floor of the bedroom as Dan ran his hands up and down her stockings. She couldn't say much because she was gagged with Dan's favorite ring gag, a gag large enough for him to fit through but not large enough to take her jaw off.

Samantha had treated Dan to the illusion show at the local theater for his birthday. It always got Dan worked up, and she wanted to top the night off with a special treat, which is why she was wearing the special gag. The only problem was it made her drool a bit too much.

She had dressed up in Dan's favorite little black dress, complete with sheer black stockings, towering high heels, and no panties. She wanted to make his dreams come true, and with her body, she was sure he dreamed of her often.

So now she found herself on the floor, being manhandled so to speak by Dan into a hogtie. He had already cuffed her wrists behind her back and had just cuffed her ankles. This is why he was stroking her legs and her feet. He couldn't get enough of them, especially when they were wrapped in her nylons.

Dan next attached his new toy, a winch for suspension bondage. He now ran three ropes down from the winch, two running to eye screws on one wall in front of her and one running to the eye screw in the wall behind her. All the ropes met in the middle of the bedroom at Samantha, where he tied the single rope to Samantha's wrists and the two ropes to each of her ankle cuffs.

As Dan pressed a button on the winch's remote, Samantha felt the rope pulling her wrists backwards while the opposite ropes pulled her ankles forward. This allowed Dan to apply and control the tension of her hogtie with a push of a button. The wonders of modern technology.

Her ankles moved towards her wrists as the ropes traveled in opposite directions and Samantha let out a grunt as the tightness of the hogtie approached her limits. Dan released the remote and appreciated the beauty in front of him. His wife, in her little black dress, arms tied behind her, her head and breasts being raised up in the front. While the opposite ropes pulled her legs tight, enticing him to reach out and tickle a foot and stroke their nylon covered soles.

Samantha watched as Dan shed his pants and got down on his knees in front of her. Drool started to pool in her ring gag, dripping down to the carpet, as she anticipated what he was going to do next. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head down a bit, as he took in her body, getting ready to use her mouth.

And that is when his phone went off.

Birthday or not, Dan was on call this week and that special ringtone meaning work was the last thing they wanted to hear right now. Regardless, Dan gave his apologies and said he'd be back real quick.

Now alone, Samantha tugged her arms and legs, testing her bonds. She rocked herself on the floor a bit, applying some alternating pressure to her clit and her nipples. A warm pleasure spread between them. It felt good, and she didn't mind if Dan took his time a bit.

It was then that Friskie, their cat, snuck through the open bedroom door. He pranced over to her face and brushed up against her wanting attention, taking no mind of her current situation or dress. This was why they usually shut the bedroom door when playing, but Dan in his haste had left it open.

Not getting the attention he wanted, Friskie inspected his surroundings and spotting the remote to the winch, pounced on it like the wild animal he believed himself to be. Not believing it to be truly dead, he pounced down again, activating the auto recall on the winch, and fleeing the room as that activation scared the living daylights out of him.

Samantha recognized the sound before she felt the ropes start to pull her wrists between her ankles. She shook her head and moaned, trying to get Dan's attention but he was probably downstairs in his office by now. He'd never hear her.

Her ankles provided less resistance than her wrists, so they seemed to move faster. As her arms were pulled between her legs, she felt her body lift from the ground as it was pulled tighter. She watched as her stockinged feet dangled beside her head, being pulled forward as her hands were pulled between her legs backwards. She felt her wrists glide over her pussy, already lubricated from earlier, and then her arms slid through her pussy lips as her wrists were pulled past.

Her eyes rolled up and her body spasmed as her arms were pulled hard against and across her clit. Her entire body jerked again and again, trying to pull against the ropes and not succeeding. The resistence adding to the fires of her orgasm. She moaned deeply as drool flew onto her stockings from her shaking head.

Once her thighs slid against her ears and her pussy was pressed firmly against the top of her arms, there was no more slack in her body and it started its tug of war with the winch. She looked to the sides at her nylon covered thighs, her long legs being pulled well off in front of her to the two eye screws on the wall. Each tug now by the winch caused a wave of pleasure to flow through her body as she tried to come down from her orgasm.

Then the winch stopped.

"You've been busy playing, I see."

"Iou, tdh- chht," she tried to say through the drool and the gag.

He stepped between her two outstretched legs and she noticed how hard he was and how far off the ground she was now. Her head was at waist height and his cannon was pointed directly at her face.

She felt him run his hands back and forth on her stockings as he took in the view. He slid his hand up her legs to her hips, touching her arms that were applying so much pressure on her pussy. It was unfortunately locked away from his touch.

"It appears you've locked your bottom. I'll have to enter through the top."

He placed his hands at the top of her stockings and pushed down, doubling the tension in her body and lowering her mouth a few inches. Just enough to line up with his push forward.

This was a very special birthday, indeed.