(I wrote this story a few years ago for a good friend of mine named Peter. He gave me a few details he wanted to see, like the butt plug and Christmas theme, and I ran with the rest of it. While I wrote it from his point of view, the words and actions all came from me. I hope you enjoy it as much as he did.)
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I don't mind the holidays, really. The worst part, besides traffic, is putting all of the decorations away again. Which is what I happen to be doing in the garage at 6 a.m. on Friday morning. I should have been done by now, but the back is loose on the wooden nativity scene and I want to fix it before I put it away. Of course my screw driver isn't where it's supposed to be.
I look at my watch and realize the garbage truck will be here in 30 minutes, and I still need to take the trash out. I remember using the screw driver yesterday to hang Kitty's Christmas present in her office. Irritated, I punch the intercom button and call out Kitty's name.
She answers about five seconds later with a cautiously questioning voice, "Yes Peter? I'm in the kitchen."
It's obvious that she can tell I am irritated and must think I am irritated with her. I could ease her mind with a few simple words, but sometimes I like to do things just to keep her on her toes. I snap back, "Bring me the damn screwdriver that's on your desk, now!"
I hear a quick, "Yes, Sir," and then silence.
I chuckle to myself as I visualize Kitty running up the stairs in only her three inch heels and black horse hair butt plug. I can see her wonderful, shapely legs, enhanced by the heels. Sexy, sculpted ass cheeks moving up and down with each step; causing the horse hair to sway back and forth. Oh yeah, this morning just got a lot better.
About two and a half minutes after I gave the order, Kitty comes rushing through the garage door with the screw driver in hand. Her head tilted forward and her eyes cast down as she comes up to me, knelling and holds up her offering. "Your screwdriver, Sir."
When I take it from her, she lowers her arms down to her sides and stays quietly where she is. There is nothing better than having a beautiful, naked woman kneeling in front of you. Especially one who does everything you tell her to, willingly and lovingly. Well almost everything, every relationship has some kinks to work out. But I sure am going to make the most of my...27 remaining minutes.
I reach over to my workbench and grab the collar and leash that are laying there. No, it isn't a happy coincidence; I have them in every room of the house. Kitty's demeanor changes slightly as the collar snaps around her neck. She is preparing herself for what she knows is to come. After I snap the collar, I tug up on the leash and lead Kitty over to another work bench. This bench is just long enough that I am able to position her lying on her stomach, bent at the waist with her feet touching the floor, and her neck barely reaching the other end of the bench.
After I position her where I want her, I pull the leash until her head is right next to the bench vice and clamp the leash in it as close to her neck as possible. This very effectively prevents her from moving her head, which I know she hates, and she verifies with a grunt of annoyance. I whip my belt off and smack her hard on the ass, three times. My blows are well aimed, hitting her on the lower part of her ass so as not to interfere with her butt plug. And while Kitty did not make a peep, she can't help but rise up on her toes with the force of the blows.
"That's a little discipline for your unwanted outburst of annoyance. Don't let it happen again." I don't have to warn her of how severe the consequences will be if she doesn't obey me, she already knows.
I looked at my watch, 22 minutes left, nice. Backing up to survey my handy work, I bump into a box. When I glance down, I see that is was a box of Christmas decorations; bows, ribbons, nick knacks, garland....garland, hmmmmm. I grab a piece of bright red, metallic garland and test its strength. Not very strong as a single strand, but I can make it work for this situation. I bend down behind Kitty and tie the red garland to her right ankle, then I wind it in circles all the way up her leg and around the bench leg. Out of red, I reach in the box and come out with another strand, only blue this time. I tie that one around her left leg in the same manner, now for the hands.
I deliberately choose a green piece of garland this time. I tell Kitty to put both of her hands on the small of her back, then proceed to wrap the green garland around her wrists four times, finishing the strand by wrapping it up to her elbows. It wasn't a very tight wrap due to the material, but she was unable to move her arms.
