She put down the phone. It was clear from his last text that he had not had a good day at work. She had asked if he wanted to just go to his own place and cancel their date night. He had refused. So she had decided to lighten his spirits.
She had asked him to bring the food and prepared for his arrival. She knew that he would be home at or just after sunset, so she had arranged for a lot of candles and set the table for them both. The only lit parts of her apartment were the corridor and the living room table.
She was wearing a lacy red bra with openings for her pierced nipples. Her piercings were staves with two small, black roses at each end. Her panties were even more naughty. They consisted of a red crotchless lacy string riding on her hips, but ending in a buttplug. Besides that, she was wearing a matching red set of suspenders and stockings and a red velvet collar. She had meticulously done her hair up in double french plaids with a red ribbon in. She was quite proud of the red rose effect she had achieved. Her nails were immaculately done up with matching red nail polish, and her lips painted with bright red lipstick.
She was peaking out the window at the carpark. There he was. She waited to confirm that it really was him. Then she ran to the corridor and got ready for him. She had already donned the wrist and ankle cuffs as she knelt next to the front door. She fastened a blindfold around her head, and inserted a red ballgag into her mouth, fastening the clasp behind her. Just before she snapped the cuffs together behind her, she checked the door. It was unlocked. Her cuffs snapped together and she sat there kneeling in the soft light of the candles. For a moment, she wondered whether the right thing would have been to have her ass in the air. He would have to take off the gag to use her mouth. But the whole point of the gag was to indicate that he could use her as he wished.
