"Msd u madly! hope ur gonna surprise me! LUV Y"
The text had said, she would be here in just over an hour, knots of anticipatory excitement clutched at his innards as Nathan finished the preparations and packed away his tools. She would be home this evening at last; it had been ten days since he last saw her climbing into the cab. It had been the first time they had been parted since they moved in together.
Sweet delectable Yolanthe was the love of his life he adored every centimetre of her soft mocha skin that encased her exquisite slender form. He adored her long abundant and uncontrollable curled mane, lived for the thrill her blue-grey expressive eyes caused in him every time she glanced his way in that seductive way she did so well.
Nathan had been astounded when they first met, she was out of his league, she was well spoken, her parents were well appointed and Yolanthe had been through the public school system. Yolanthe was very confident, well educated she had rapidly risen through the ranks doing something he didn't fully understand in the city.
He could tell her mother thought he was not good enough for her daughter but her father was quite the opposite. He in turn had struggled through school in a comprehensive system that had stifled his ability. A lucky break had made him a fortune when a friend had suggested they went into business together selling rich people what they thought they wanted. Their reputation had grown to such an extent that clients came to them for advice on what was fashionable! Easy money.
Yolanthe and him had been together over eleven months and she had moved into his spacious city flat with him shortly after they met, life had been everything Nathan could wish for since then. It had even been her that had suggested they experiment and try other things a few weeks ago; of course Nathan hadn't been shocked they had done quite a bit of normal sexual exploration. She had hinted at what she wanted, he had asked about at work and someone pointed him in the direction of the "Volcano night" at huge club out in the more industrial side of the city.
What they saw blew them away, once back at home on the first night he had tied her up and fucked her on the sheepskin rug in the lounge; they had both really enjoyed it. They had progressed, over a short period Yolanthe had been bound and abused over chairs, the dining table, bed even the coffee table, he had enjoyed that. Since then they had acquired handcuffs, cords, rope, a blindfold and a gag though Nathan couldn't bring himself to use it on his beloved Yolanthe at first.
Things had taken a more dramatic turn three weeks ago Nathan worked from home now having no real need to govern his expanding empire so closely. Yolanthe had presented him with a surprise one morning telling him to open it after she had left for work. Her eyes had glittered excitedly as she presented him with the long tubular weighty gift-wrapped parcel.
"Get some practice in," she had chuckled in that deep sexy tone that made him tremble.
Just like this evening his stomach had knotted excitedly that morning as he stared at the lovingly wrapped parcel lay on the counter before him. Taking a deep breath he had undone it, it contained a cardboard tube plugged at both ends with a plastic disc one of which he popped out and slid the bubble wrapped contents out onto the counter. A note was rolled about the packing and he unfurled it and read.
Nathan my true love,
I give this gift to you, a token of my love, adoration and trust. I have needs my love, needs I've always been aware of but tried to repress. I hope to god you understand, I could not bear to lose your love.
I give this gift you that you may give to me the benefit of it with love and vigour!
My one true love and master
Yolanthe
For a moment he had been puzzled by the eloquently hand written note until her unwrapped the gift that was. Revealed as he unrolled the bubble wrap was a heart stopping sight, it rolled out onto the counter. He stared numbly at it for a while before picking it up. In his trembling hands he held a weighty flogger with fifteen-inch soft leather tassels.
She had come home that night entering the flat cautiously; she had called out to him her voice softly trembling, not knowing how he would react. Nathan had deliberately not contacted her at all during the day to express his feelings and he did not reply now as she called out to him. Instead he waited in the dining room his face stern and unmoving, his feet spread and arms crossed authoritively. The flogger and the note he had placed in full view upon the table.
The look of fearful wondering in her slate eyes as she neared him had set him afire. She had gazed worriedly at his unmoving face as he stood in silence as she neared him. Even now he marvelled at the way he had kept cool as Yolanthe came to him full of regret and reproach.
"Nathan!" she gasped, her beautiful eyes beginning to well with tears, "I'm so sorry, I hoped you'd understand!"
"Understand," he had hissed through clenched teeth, "I understand alright!"
"I'd hoped," she cried as a tear broke free and rolled languidly down her soft dark cheek, "I hoped that...."
"Shut up!" he barked, "what's the game Yolanthe, want to play slave and master or something equally sick?"
To his amazement Yolanthe had offered no reply, at first she just stood there crying dejectedly probably imagining she may have destroyed their relationship. He in turn drew himself up and shook his head as if in disbelief thrilled to hear her sob of despair as he did so.
"This is beyond belief Yolanthe, you want me to beat you? Want me to treat you as my bitch do you?"
"No, yes ohh I'm so sorry." she had apologised sobbing relentlessly, "Nathan ohh Nathan, what can I do to show you I worship you?"
