I rose and lit a host of candles that were scattered about the place. I hated the harsh light of the fluorescent lamp overhead and I wasted no time in dispatching it. And, truthfully, despite my hidden, darker desires, I was a hopeless romantic and I liked a nice, soft stage to perform in. It was a special day for me…it was my birthday, and yet a vain part of me wanted this to be a night for her to remember, for as long as she drew breath.

Once that chore was out of the way, I went back to the bed and checked out her restraints. Fortunately, the chains were not locked in place. They were attached with a quick connect that I could easily remove. Given the way she had been stretched, there was no way for her to remove them, but it would be no problem for me. I nodded my thanks to the gods and bent to undo her ankles.

She stayed perfectly still; the only movement she made was a slight twitch of her big toe. I walked to the other end of the bed and bent over her wrists, then stopped. I went over to a cedar chest flush against the wall and opened it. I removed a pair of sturdy, stiff leather suspension cuffs and a few heavy locks. I pocketed the locks and the key ring hanging on the side of the chest, the jangling stirring all of my inner needs and fantasies. Soon, I told myself…have patience…go slow.

I went back to her and looked at her sternly. Do not move. Her eyes got wider and she nodded slowly. I undid her wrists and to her credit, despite the nervous tremors skating visibly along her skin, she remained in position, even after the chains were released. I took her two small wrists in my hands and pulled her to a seated position, and then continued pulling until she was standing before me.

My, but she was a small little package. She barely reached my chin and I smiled in glee. This night was looking better and better. She was still and quiet and she merely watched as I removed the cuffs that she was wearing and replaced them with the heavier version in my hands. She watched as the locks clicked shut but I did notice the extended time her eyes remained closed on the downward part of a blink. She was affected. She’d have been a fool not to have been.

I led her to an open corner of the room, positioning her in front of a closet door, face to the closet. I reached into my pockets and withdrew two more heavy locks and copped a squat next to her. Spread your legs. She did. She was very compliant…at least so far. Wider. I nodded in satisfaction as she got her ankles positioned in front of the eye bolts conveniently placed at the corners of the closet door. I locked those delicate ankles in place, not able to resist stroking her calves in the process.

I stood back up, letting the hand on her calf follow my progress, skimming over her thigh, her full, heart shaped bottom, coming to rest on her lower back. I caressed there, running my hand in slow circles, feeling her soft quivering flesh. I pulled myself out of it. She was not ready yet…almost, but not quite.

I took her hands in mine, turned them over and kissed her palms, taking a moment to look at her in the process. Her eyes were a little turbulent now, emotions beginning to simmer and boil within their depths. And I liked it…I really liked it. I stretched out and, withdrawing two more locks from my pocket, I locked first one of her wrists, and then the other, to the corresponding eyebolts in the upper corners of the closet door. Well, not the top most, for she was much too tiny for that. But I had a wide variety of play partners of varying heights and there were several rows of eyebolts for that purpose.

I stood back to survey my work and nodded in deep satisfaction. She was stretched out, naked as the day she was born, her creamy skin showcased by the dark paneling of the door. Her hair cascaded down her back, a decadent, sinful blanket around her. Her buttocks winked and dimpled invitingly at me, her flanks quivered. Oh, yes. Now she was ready. And so was I.





Part II



Looking down, I realized that I was not dressed appropriately for the evening that was quickly unfolding around me. I would need to take care of that, but first I needed to check on my prize. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. Do you need something to drink, my dear? Use the toilet? Hm? I caressed her cheek. You will be here quite a while, you now….”

She mutely shook her head, her eyes wide with a bit of worry at my last proclamation. Part of me was tempted to remove the gag so that I could hear her voice, but it matched so nicely with her eyes, that I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Oh well. It mattered not. She made her answer known. I patted her head but I couldn’t resist running my hand through her silky tresses as I turned and walked towards my armoire.

What to wear…now that was a good damned question. I wanted to make a statement, an impact, but I didn’t want to scare her. Well, ok. I didn’t want to scare her too much. A little fear is a great tool, I’ve found. Hmm. I rifled through the items hanging in the armoire and then my face lit up as I spotted the perfect item. I love it when that happens.

I pulled out the hunter green bustier and the matching velvet frock. The frock was medieval in design, soft, flowing, and yet rather authoritative, with its gold braid trim, it’s smooth lines, its luxurious fabric. The bustier worn beneath it enhanced my ample assets, lifting them up, causing them to spill forth from the bodice of the frock. I dressed quickly, deftly, not wanting to waste much time with logistics. I wanted to open my gift…wanted to tear into actually.

Dressed at last, I closed the armoire and smiled softly as I saw my hanging goodie flinch at the sound of the heavy wood door swinging shut. I walked back to her, feeling my palms sweat in anticipation. I was anxious, I was excited…I was trembling, too. Reaching her, I took a steadying breath. Her bottom was too inviting for her own good, really, it was. And I didn’t see any reason to resist.

I ran a hand along her quivering flanks, closing my eyes on the warmth, the softness, the vulnerability of it. It would require a lot of concentration to go slow. For all of her quietitude, her compliance, something kept telling me that she was not going to be an easy one. I really hoped that to be the case. I didn’t like a quick conquest. No. I liked a measure of chase, of challenge, pitting my will against hers. I grinned, a silly lopsided smile. I couldn’t help it. Already my blood was boiling, the hair on my arms on end, my nipples tight in the sheer exhilaration of the moment.

My toy chest was open wide, waiting silently for me, but I didn’t think I would need anything from it for a few moments. I wanted to touch…skin to skin, hand to…well, hand to whatever I damned well pleased. I ran that hand down her sides, along her back. I smelled her hair, breathed into her ear. She was trembling, her eyes were half shut, she was quiet and still. I shifted so that I was standing off to her side, still stroking her, still touching her, still absorbing the sensations.

My hand lingered on her butt cheek, my nails lightly scratching the creamy surface, my hands squeezing and plumbing the softness. It was such a ripe bottom. I was a fortunate woman, indeed. Whatever good deeds I had done this year to merit this kind of gift, I wish I knew. I would repeat them over and over. I reached a hand around to her front and pinched a nipple. I smiled at her muffled squeal. Ah. That got a reaction from her. Good. About time.

I twisted her nipple and at the same time, raised the other hand high into the air. I smiled as my hand whistled sharply before connecting with a resounding SMACK on the once pristine white of her ass. Her body twisted and her eyes swung open. A strangled, muffled sound that could only be described as a cross between a shocked gasp and a pained whimper emerged from behind the soggy bandana filling her mouth. I reveled in it.

My hand rose again, and fell again, not once, not twice, but ten times more, as I twisted at her nipples, turned her fanny bright red. My hands were as warm as her bottom, or was it the other way around? I didn’t matter. The result was the same, a warm tingling in my palms that warmed my soul even further.