1. Packing for the weekend


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: MidnightTypist, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    I am packing for our weekend together, and having difficulty deciding how much of our toybox to take. It's a short weekend break, I'm travelling light and I simply haven't got that much space after putting all the clothes, shoes & other things I need. Ours is, right now, a long distance relationship, and every second we spend together needs to be used well, so I'm packing light and trying to keep things simple. Handcuffs are easy. I had a clear out; ditched the tacky fluffy handcuffs and the cheap plastic ones, leaving us with only a solid steel pair. They weren't perfect, but a few evenings spent cleaning, oiling, filing and polishing turned them into something I was happy to lock you up in. I surprised you with them, naturally. It's always more fun to catch you unawares. In the case of those handcuffs, it was after your work Christmas party. I'd told you I was driving, and stayed sober, while you joined your colleagues in drinking cocktails by the pitcher. I had mineral water with lemon, and chatted to a couple of other non-drinkers for a few hours, all the while aware of the hunk of looped metal in my pocket, wrapped in a handkerchief to muffle any clinking. By the time we came to leave, you were fairly tipsy, and leaning against me as we walked out the venue and down the damp street outside. I could smell the rum on your lips and the perfume rising off you as we walked. I steered you into an empty side street, cluttered with abandoned kebab boxes, so there was no-one to ...
    watch as I stopped suddenly, pushed you into the space between a couple of bins and pinned your arms behind your back. The alcohol slowed your reactions so you didn't realise what I was doing, and it was so much easier than I'd thought to simply hold your wrists with one hand and grab the cuffs from my jacket with the other hand. You'd twisted in my arms, turning to me with confusion and surprise written on your face. I didn't want you to fall, so I held you tightly as you struggled, and was rewarded with a close-up of your face as you realised what I'd done. I kissed you hard, then stepped back, draped my jacket round your shoulders, put my arm around waist and walked you back out the alley and down the street. I had a hard grip on you, partly to stop you falling, but mostly so I could enjoy the sight of you, horny, handcuffed and soaking wet at being locked up in public. The metal around your wrists was hidden by my jacket and to anyone else we would have looked innocuous enough, but I was close enough to hear your breathing coming fast and shallow, see your face flushing, eyes unfocused, and watch your nipples harden until they were clearly showing through your satin dress. I walked you to the hotel, taking a firm grip of the cuffs so I could slow you down as we walked across the foyer; for some reason you didn't want to linger under the gaze of the receptionists. The room we'd booked was on the nineteenth floor, and the lift took a minute or so to get us up there. Once the ...
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