Well, here goes, my first diary entry post. Generally mystories are about other people. No one real, justsomeone else. This one is about me. It was my ValentinesDay gift to and from my SO.
It didn’t start off too romantically. He was going tocome over around 7:00pm. We didn’t bother making anyrestaurant reservations because it just didn’t seemworth it. Instead, a quiet night at home, withcandlelight, wine, and cheese fondue.
I took a hot shower, and generally pampered myself whilegetting ready. Powder, lotion, the works. I decided towear silk, a matching blue shirt and skirt. I like thembecause they are loose and long, and silk of course.Love that texture. I also had one surprise for my lover,a new teddy that had come in the mail today. I generallydon’t like Fredric’s of Hollywood, but their latestcatalog had a new teddy in it that I just had to try. Itwas tight black spandex, cut high up the sides, with athick g-string of spandex up the back.
The bodice was shaped, and attached to spaghetti strapsover the shoulders. And there were a couple of extrastraps attaching the sides. What made this one specialwas that the sides attached to two large metal rings,and all of the rest of the straps attached to a largering in the middle of the back.
The teddy looked great, and added a pleasant feeling ofbeing tight enough to be noticeable. The bottom wasprobably the tightest, cutting deeply up against my clitand backside. I had just finished admiring myself andthe new teddy, and putting the silk over it when thephone rang. I looked at the clock, it was 6:30.
“Hello?” I answered.
“I locked myself out.” How romantic. Yes, he actuallymanaged to lock himself out of his house on the night ofValentines, not to mention one of the biggest stormsthat California has seen in 5 years. Anyway, I went overand let him in, (yes, I have his key, no we don’t livetogether) and then went back to my house to make thecheese fondue. He followed me over shortly after that.
It’s funny, as I reflect on my feelings on the way overto his house. it was not anger, but rather disbeliefthat I was feeling. I wondered on the way over if he wasplanning some surprise and just claiming that he hadlocked himself out. Just wishful thinking I guess.
So we lit some candles on the kitchen table and finishedmaking the fondue. Meanwhile he opened a bottle of wineand I diced up apples, turkey ham, and some reallyincredible rosemary garlic bread, for dipping.
When the fondue was done, I transferred it to a fonduepot, and brought it to the table. Everything else wasalready on the table, so I sat down, noticing that hewas hovering over my chair. Gently, he pulled my wristback behind my chair and tied them together with a pieceof rope.
I was wet with anticipation long before he pulled outthe rope. I had been fantasizing about having a nightlike this for a long time. He was making my fantasyreality.
Let me interrupt there and explain to you something. Mylover is very vanilla, and generally we don’t play toomuch. But this had been on both of our minds for acouple of nights. So much so that we knew this would bea play night. For this EXACT reason, I had left out somenice soft silk scarves that I didn’t mind using. And Ihad told him as much. We tried that rope he was usingone time and I found it to be uncomfortable and tight.He knew that. He chose to use it anyway.
Anyway, back to dinner. He had decided to feed me dinnerand carefully dipped the fondue fork into bread and thencheese. He did everything randomly, sometimes going forbread, sometimes ham or apple. I couldn’t tell throughthe entire dinner when he was serving a piece for me andwhen he was going to eat it himself. Also, he gets threepoints for not spilling a drop of cheese on my clothing.
He teased me as he fed me, moving my teddy aside toinsert a finger into me. I think he does have a littlebit of a sadistic streak in him, because he got the mostpleasure out of making me wiggle around in my chair, onthe edge, breath coming in pants, eyes closed, andtrying to chew and swallow something he had just put inmy mouth. Do you know how hard it is to chew and swallowwhen you are on the verge of orgasm?!?! Very!
Somewhere in the middle of dinner he started to unbuttonmy blouse. Earlier in the kitchen he had been teasingme, and had already pulled up my skirt enough to seethat I was wearing something new. So now I had my skirtslid up to the tops of my thighs, a my shirt opened andunbuttoned completely. He partially slid the skirt offmy shoulders. Except for having my hands tied behind myback, I felt like one of the summer models from Macy’s.He still hadn’t seen the rings. He continued feeding medinner, and then got up and started fishing around inthe kitchen.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“You’ll know when I find it.” Was the only answer hegave me. In my mind I quickly went over all sorts ofpossibilities that he could come up with.
I figured he was looking for a spatula or kitchen spoon,or chocolate syrup. It was kind of disappointing when Isaw what he was after.
He finally came up with a straw, and placed it in mywine. I smiled at him and then made a silly commentabout a story that came cross ASB that did the samething. His face fell. He really did think that the strawidea was original.
After dinner we retreated to the bedroom. Well, heguided me. He basically took hold of the rope holding myarms together and pushed me in front of him into theroom. In the room he removed the rest of the silkclothes and saw the rings for the first time. He made acomment about them, I don’t remember what it was offhand, but it was complimentary.
At this point I was facing away from him, rubbing upagainst him from the back. I heard a faint jingling andthough maybe he had brought his handcuffs, which I alsodon’t favor. No safety on the wrists. No, he had undonehis belt, and removed it from his waist.
I noticed that belt when he first walked in the door,but didn’t put any significance on it. I just thought itwas strange. He usually wears those dark polished blackleather belts. This one was softer, unpolished, made oftan leather. Now I knew why he had brought it.
He held my wrists, twisting them up so that I was abouttwo feet away from him and began to hit my backside withit. Hard. Mind you, I’ve never been hit with anythingharder that his hand, let alone a doubled over leatherstrap. It hurt!
He used it over and over, randomly striking differentplaces, until the sting had me doing almost a dancearound the floor. I have never been tempted to callsafeword. I came pretty darn close. Just chicken, Iguess. Before I needed to say anything, he stopped. Myentire body was warm by the time he stopped, and my bunswere radiating heat. I think he could have done almostanything with me at that point and I would havewillingly done it.
Still gripping my wrists he forced me down to my kneesand unbuttoned his jeans. Don’t make me describe it indetail folks, I’m not good at that. Suffice it to saythat I enjoy going down on him and take pride in mywork.
We only stayed this way for a short time, and then hestopped so that he could remove the rest of hisclothing. I took the liberty to escape onto the bed,watching him to make sure he didn’t have any objections.
After he had removed all of my clothing he joined me onthe bed, first taking up a couple of longer pieces ofrope. Now it is always a little difficult tying me downas that I have a double bed with mattresses right on thefloor. There is no place to tie anyone too.
He started at my feet and looped the rope under themattress. Well that explained why he wanted the rope solong. After he had it placed under the mattress helooped one loop around each ankle and tied them togetherin the middle. In this way, I could move my anklesaround carefully back and forth, without getting ropeburns, or being able to get free. For vanilla, he’spretty good at this. Then he did the same thing with mywrists, sort of.
He tied a ring around the bed with the rope, and thensecured my wrists to it to two different places with thescarves. *Whew* I though he was never going to use them.His final piece de la resistance was a blindfold. Oh, Ialso forgot to mention he removed the teddy before doingthis.
The rest of the evening was spent nicely. I will not gointo intimate detail, but I will tell you that he cametwice and I lost track of how many times I did. When itwas over, I was immobile and both of us were verysweaty. Our final act of the evening was to locate thecheesecake that was awaiting us in the refrigerator.Yum.
Well? I really would like to know what you thought ofthis piece as that it is a serious deviation from myusual style. Drop me a comment.
Note: A side note, we discovered the teddy is tightenough to leave vibrating toys in AND be able to walkaround without it falling out. I’m thinking aboutleaving it on under clothing to work one of these days.I’m the only female in a dept. of all men. Think they’dnotice?
Note 2: I always hated it when I saw a story that theheroine _mewed_. Women do not mew! Cats mew. Babies mew.Women do not make animal sounds. Well, *sigh* I thinkI’m wrong. Because the only way I can describe thesounds I was making by the end of our session was ahigh-pitched yip. Like the sounds like a puppy makeswhen they want your attention. It was a definite yip.How embarrassing.