A Present

I waited until she had her back turned before I got the present out of my bag.

She turned around and looked at the small box, carefully wrapped, sitting cupped in my hands.

"What's this?" she asked, as she took it from me and felt the pull of its weight.

"A... present." I replied through suddenly dry lips, "I hope you like it".

I watched her face as she unwrapped the black paper from around the box, she had a look of delight, a look of expectant pleasure. The box opened to reveal two sets of handcuffs. Her expression changed to a grin and then she put on her "serious" face.

"These are very nice..." she said, letting the words trail off.

"But." I supplied.

"But" she continued, "they aren't as suitable as you might think... look".

She checked that the keys would open the handcuffs and then put one loosely around my wrist.

"Handcuffs are designed to be painful to try and get out of," she had that lecturing tone in her voice.

"The first mistake is this," she banged my handcuffed wrist on the table and the handcuff ratcheted tightly closed. "unless you double lock them, they can accidentally tighten and cut off circulation".

I could agree with that, the handcuff bit into my wrist, the pain wasn't intense but it was getting worse. She released the cuff and showed me how to double lock it, so that once on, it couldn't be closed any tighter. This time the bang on the table made a small dent and rattled the coffee cups.

"And the second mistake is putting strain on them," she started pulling at the free end of the handcuffs, the other end bit into my wrist again. "This sort of pressure after a few minutes can cause nerve damage."

"So..." I said, looking at her face for approval.

"So, they aren't any good for what you probably thought I might want them for", she replied. "But they can be fun," her face lit up in a smile of remembrance. "I went to a party once handcuffed to my friend, it's a blast how many people freak out at two people handcuffed together, and the silly questions they ask... it was a great party!"

The serious face was back again. She looked me straight in the eye.

"I guess this means you're ready?"

I looked back, my mouth was dry, I wanted to turn away but I managed to get the word out.

"Yes".

"Okay, go into the bedroom and take off all your clothes." the serious face was gone, now there was a look of ... anticipation? I did as I was told, taking off my clothes and piling them on the floor gave me time to think, was I doing the right thing? Was I ready for this? She came in with a covered bowl and looked at me, naked and scared, standing in the middle of the room.

"Lie on the bed", she crossed to a chest of drawers and slid open one. I was on the bed watching her. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a knife, the light glinted off ten inches of chromed steel. I snapped into a ball, hand protecting my balls, the other grabbing the pillow as a shield.

"What the hell is that!" I yelled.

She turned, "This is in case I have to get you loose in a hurry, I wasn't going to bring it out after you were tied up, you'd have really freaked then." She put the knife down on the bedside cabinet. I looked at it long and hard. It made sense, and I'd already spent a night in this room, if she'd wanted to carve me up, she could have done it then.

More things came out of the drawer, lengths of thick rope, not the plastic stuff, but something softer, clothesline perhaps, or sash cord? I wasn't sure.

"Lie on your back". I did as I was told. She took my wrist and looped six or seven coils around it, tying it with a knot away from the loops, I couldn't get my hand out, but pulling on the rope wouldn't tighten the loops either. The other end went around a leg of the bed. She pulled it until my arm was straight.

"Comfy?" I nodded.

The other arm was secured as well. Both arms were fully extended and I couldn't roll over, I could feel a little tension in each arm, nothing uncomfortable, just enough to let me know that I couldn't bend them.

My legs got the same treatment, I lay there, naked and completely open to her, the sense of vulnerability was almost overpowering. Then I got an itch under my nose!

"Arrggh, I've got an itch".

"Tough," came the reply. "It'll pass, just ignore it". I struggled frantically for a minute trying to get at the itch somehow... no way. I was secured and that was the end of the matter.

Then I saw what she was doing. She'd changed out of her clothes and was putting something on. A studded collar. Then a black minidress, fishnet stockings and high heels. She sat at the dresser, ignoring me and carefully put on some lipstick. Every movement was deliberate and slow, as if she was savouring the feeling of putting on a costume, a role. She ran her hands over her body, smoothing the material. Then she got up and swayed over to the bed.

She looked down at me, and slowly, lightly, dragged her fingertips up my leg and across my chest, around my nipple, over my throat and rested them on my cheek.

"You look nice," she said "but there's something missing". She ... strutted over to the drawer. I wondered how many ... things she kept in there. Her hand came out with a wide, black studded dog collar. She put the collar around my neck.

"That's better, I might want to take you for a walk later," I watched as she returned to the drawer and pulled out a long chrome chain, she came back and coiled it on the bedside cabinet, next to the knife.

"Was she serious?", I wondered, would she really try taking me outside on a collar and leash? I shivered.

"Now to set the mood." She lit a candle, the tension was getting to me, I'd thought we'd be right into things, but she was drawing out the occasion, making me wait, and there was nothing I could do about it, but watch and wait. She was in control, I watched.

The candle flickered, the flame bouncing on the wick. Now the lights went out and I watched her strut towards the bed. She was putting on a show, but who for? I wasn't sure.

She touched me again, her fingertips running up my leg, over my thigh, across my belly, up my chest, a gentle circling of my nipple, across the collar, snug around my throat and onto my cheek, up over my eyes and rested there, blocking my sight.

"Let's see how well you're restrained", her other hand suddenly started tickling my hips (okay so I have ticklish hips, doesn't everyone?) I squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away, I couldn't, the best I could do was move my hips an inch or so. Just before I thought I was going to go crazy with the tickling she stopped. Her hands started stroking along my body, long strokes, starting at my feet and working up. Light touches. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I watched this figure move in the flicking light of the candle.

Then she stopped again, I almost screamed with the frustration. She sat on the bed, her legs folded under her, now the hands moved across her body, up the thighs, cupping the breasts, with the thumbs circling the nipples. I could see her nipples, erect, standing out from her breasts, was her breathing getting faster or mine. I watched mesmerised.

Her hand disappeared towards the floor, it reappeared with a grape. She leant over and crushed it between her fingers, the juice dripping into my mouth. She held her fingers against my lips, I slowly and carefully licked each finger, getting every last piece of grape. A second grape and a third followed.

She bent over me and dangled the ring of her dress over my face, I could just reach it.

"Use your teeth". I grabbed the ring in my teeth and pulled, unzipping the top, revealing her breasts.

Another grape, this time crushed and rolled down her cleavage. I ran my tongue between her breasts, she laughed, her breath was getting faster. The tension between my legs was getting tighter and tighter.

"Now for the nipples", I obediently licked around her nipples as first one and then the over was offered. "Bite them" came the command. I gently caught one between my teeth. "Harder". I bit down. "Good," she hissed as her back arched. Then the other nipple. She bent her head over mine.

Deep kisses, more stroking of my body. Every part felt on fire, the lightest touch sent pulses into my head, exploding in bursts of light and sensation.

She moved, and straddled me. Another grape, I watched as it disappeared between her legs.

"Go and get it", she moved up the bed, my face covered by her dress. I pushed forward and found the grape. A swallow and it was gone. "Use your tongue". I licked her lips, her body shuddered. Long slow stokes. Her hand grabbed my head and pulled it further in. The shuddering increased. Long, slow strokes. I could hear gasps and moans. More gasps, faster and faster. Long slow stokes. A held breath and a shuddering sigh of relaxation.

I blinked in the light.

"That was good, but I want a little more". A tissue wiped my face.

She moved back down the bed, the top of my legs disappearing under her dress. I slipped effortlessly into her.

"We're going for a ride". Her hands reached up my chest and her fingers circled my nipples with light touches. Her thumb flicked my nipple, an electric charge ran into my brain and I saw stars. The other thumb flicked a nipple, more stars. I could feel her engulfing me. My hips pushed upwards...

"Don't move." A tug on the collar. I tried to stay still, I was rewarded by more stars. Her hips moved, up and down. Slow strokes, I looked up, her face was flushed and excited. Her eyes closed. Up, flick, down, flick. My turn to gasp, faster and faster, I was on the brink, a little more....

She stopped, I opened my eyes to see her watching me intently. Flick, flick, flick. The tempo was slow. Her hips moved again. Building me up. One hand reached back to her nipple. Up, flick and she gasped. Down, flick, I gasped.

Up, flick, down flick, flick, flick, flick, flick. There was a roaring in my ears. I felt a clenching and a moan. Flick, flick, the fire in my blood boiled out.

I took a long breath and looked at her, sitting astride me. "Now what?, I asked.

She put her finger to my lips, and then ran her hands across my chest, kneading the muscle.

After a while she untied me and we cuddled. I stroked her back. Firm, heavy strokes.

She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Another session tomorrow?"

I could only nod.