It was one of those lazy weekends. The rare ones when we were both off duty.

When I say lazy, well, I still went for my morning run, did some shopping on the way back to our flat.

David was in the shower when I placed the bags on the kitchen table. Smiling I started to undress and made my way to the bathroom.

“Afternoon gorgeous”, I teased him as I squeezed in beside him. “Oi, you can wait,” he grinned and tried to push me back. With his hands on my small tits which only made me smile.

“Do you really want me to wait instead of having this body next to you? These hands touching you?” And I placed my hands on his hips and pulled him towards me.

“Don’t tempt me”, he murmured and kissed me briefly on the forehead. “But yes, I want you to shower alone. That way you might get clean.”

He winked at me and stepped out of the shower. “And since I am such a nice person I will even bring you some clothes.”

Confused I looked at him. We hadn’t seen much of each other during the last week. And now he skipped an opportunity to fuck me.

“Who are you and what have you done to my husband?” I called after him but got no reply.

So I showered alone, enjoyed the warm water loosening my tensed muscles.

When I stepped out of the shower I laughed. The clothes he had left for me just made me. A small bustier and woman’s shorts, camouflage print and not mine at all. But my size. I dried myself and looked at them again, frowning.

“Have you died in there?” “Nearly,” I replied without missing a beat and shrugged. I would give them a try. If I did not like it I could change.

They felt weird. Soft, shiny material hugging my tits and my crotch. I was used to loose fitting shorts, his tank tops at home. Looking at myself in the mirror I smiled. Not bad after all. When I turned to look at me at a different angle, the fabric rubbing my tits made my nipples harden and my smile got bigger.

Not bothering to dry my long black hair I made my way to the kitchen to grab a coffee.

Only to bump into David – in full uniform.

“Oh no.” The weekend had started so well.

He smiled a wicked smile. “Got you at last. Turn around, hands on your back and you won’t get hurt.”

My head was spinning. Thoughts raced each other and all I could do was stand there and stare at him open mouthed. My strange clothes, his uniform, the smile, the order.

He nodded, showed me the handcuffs.

“Let’s play this easy, MacDonald.”

Suddenly all the pieces clicked into place. He did not get a call. He wanted to play. Another first time. I felt myself turned on by that thought. Bound, fucked – yes we had done that before – but never as a role play.

Slowly I turned around. Slow enough to see the look of relieve and satisfaction on his face. I could not stop smiling as I stood there, crossed wrists on my back.

Clueless to what he had in mind I felt him grab me and cuff me.

“Right. Now sit down and wait.” He pushed me down on one of our kitchen chairs and reached for his phone..

David dialled, waited and my head was spinning again. Part of the game? Did he really call someone? Who? Why?

“Got her secured, awaiting orders.” I looked at him. “Right, bye.”

Our eyes met and I could see a smile in his. Even though his face stayed blank. He stood at ease, waited. For what? Or whom?

I kept looking around. The time seemed to pass more slowly. Through the open window I could hear cars, people on the street. Just another Saturday morning.