1. Packing for the weekend


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

    doors closed I put one hand to your throat and pressed you firmly back against the wall. You were drunk and chained and we were alone, so I took advantage of the moment to kiss you savagely, invading you with my tongue and marking you with my fingernails as I held you. You whimpered, and opened your legs. I wrap the cuffs carefully and pack them in my case. I find the keys in your top drawer, next to your vibrators. One goes on the chain round my neck, and I stash the spare in my toilet bag. I consider packing the leather collar I bought you. Last New Year we had a break from parties and fireworks to be together in the little stone cottage I hired, out among the fields and the woods and the snow. I stoked up the fire and made the place warm before I padlocked the collar around your neck and told you, with a kiss, what you would have to do. I saw in this year sitting by a roaring fire, while you served me single malt on a silver tray. You were shaved and oiled, wearing only your heels and the black leather collar with your eyes downcast. I took the whisky and sat back in the huge leather chair enjoying the sight of you kneeling in the firelight, eyes closed, lips parted and a slight glistening between your thighs betraying your feelings at being reduced to a naked servant. Once the bells had sounded, and the new year had begun, I snapped on your leash and pulled you to me. You tasted of wine and lust. In the end, it took two days for you to earn your freedom. Along the ...
    way I made you earn your orgasms, your clothes and my cock, and you loved every minute. I've lifted the collar to my mouth. I can still smell your perfume on it, overpowering the leather. I'm tempted to pack it for a moment, but then decide it's probably better kept at home. Locking it on you is a wonderful way of putting you in your place, but this weekend promises to be fairly hectic. I'll save it for a time when we have quiet and privacy again. I coil it carefully and put it back in the toybox. Next thing for consideration is the gag. It's a black ballgag which fills your mouth in a most satisfying manner. You have a lovely mouth; it's witty, erudite, sarcastic and frequently filthy, with beautiful lips you know exactly how to accentuate with that deep red lipstick that I love. Your mouth... it tells me your problems, gives me ideas, tells me gossip and can pout in a most fetching manner. It kisses me hard and soft, and you can use it to put the hairs on the back of my neck up with a few well chosen words, whispered from millimetres away. All arguments for leaving the gag at home. I put it to one side; I'll need to consider it. I never used to see the point in the theatre but your tastes are rubbing off on me, and we're off to see the Shakespeare play you wanted. Personally I've avoided any mention of the man since I left school, but your enthusiasm seems to be rubbing off on me, even though I still suspect you're mainly in it for the fit young actors in tight tights and ...
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