Do you like the new harness?
She got to the top of the stairs feeling rather nervous about what would happen next. The message from her lover was quite terse; "I have a new harness you might like to try out. If you would like it, come on Friday at 7:00pm."
She had been hoping he would dominate her -- it was a world she fantasized about, but never had the opportunities to explore the things she dreamed of. She had shown her lover the toys, straps, cuffs and paddles she had bought, of course. He showed interest, but whenever they had been able to snatch some time, they had been too busy devouring each other's bodies.
This was different.
It was 7:00 exactly. If things were going the way she hoped, punishment would come if she should be too early, or too late. She shivered and squeezed her forearms against her breasts. She took the key out of her bag and opened the door. The room was darkened, with some soft light coming from candles. A narrow bed, almost a massage table, with leather padding had been placed in the middle of the room. The usual table had been moved to one side, and a crisp white tablecloth was on it. Instead of cutlery, however, there were a number of pieces of leatherwork, all dyed a deep, rich purple. The padding in the cuffs was a natural colour. Fascinated, she walked over to the table to examine the goodies on display, and gasped slightly as she heard the door being shut and deadlocked.
She relaxed slightly as two familiar, powerful arms circled her from behind, and she let herself drape against her lover's chest, idly tracing a fingertip through the hair on his forearm as she felt the strength holding her to his body. "Do you want to examine the playthings I have for you?" he asked, kissing the side of her neck gently. She brushed her cheek against his jaw, feeling the stubble, kissing the corner of his eye. She nodded and made a soft dreamy noise.
The wrist and ankle cuffs were beautifully made, all the hardware chrome, the purple dye, the natural coloured lining. There were cuffs that looked like they'd fit around her thighs, and a broad padded belt for her waist with two buckles and a number of d-rings with various snaps and chains hanging off it. She picked up a collar with its lead attached, the same exquisite deep rich purple as the cuffs and the belt. "Do you like it?" he asked.
She smiled, turning in the circle of his arms to throw her own around his neck so she could kiss him enthusiastically. "It's everything I hoped" she squealed. "Please, may I wear the collar?"
"Of course" he said. "Stand there for a moment." She watched him in the darkened room, a powerfully built man, about 185cm, moving with the ease of a dancer or a boxer. She imagined rather than saw his shoulders moving under the blue singlets she loved to see him wearing, and when he stood in front of her with the collar and lead, she had to look up into his blue, blue eyes, a rare combination with his dark wavy hair and the hair on his body.
She quivered as he put the collar around her neck, amazed as ever with the incredible tenderness he was capable of, even though she knew he thought nothing of a long day as a fencing contractor or rebuilding a friend's Harley. He placed the lead in her hand, and motioned for her to keep looking at the toys spread before her.
There was a flogger, red and black, with beautiful supple thongs, the handle made from some smooth plastic that felt good to hold. Candles, carefully selected so her body would flinch, but not be marred. There was something under a cloth, dyed purple to carry the theme, but as she reached for it he took her hand gently and said "all will be revealed later."
She turned to face him, and he just smiled and asked "Do you still enjoy wearing your tail?". When she nodded enthusiastically, he kissed her forehead and said "Then you'll like what else I have planned for you. Here" he added as he handed her a parcel "you may change in the bathroom."
The light in the bathroom was glaring in contrast to the dim light in the main room, but she gasped in delight as she unwrapped a short purple negligee. She took her clothes off, and stood for a moment looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Red hair, kept short and manageable in a pixie cut that showed her graceful neck, now bedecked with some exquisite leatherwork. The purple complemented her pale skin, even with the dusting of freckles on her shoulders and arms, which she hated, but he pretended to count whenever they had a lazy Sunday afternoon in bed together. She couldn't resist putting her hands behind her head and stretching so that her perfect breasts were shown off to their best advantage, admiring her figure. She'd kept control of it with running, and liked the effect on her legs and her belly.
The negligee fitted her top beautifully. The bust fitted her breasts without wrinkling, the straps were comfortable almost with no adjustment at all, the material was sumptuous, and the way it draped on her hips made her happy. It was very flattering in the bathroom mirror, but as she turned to admire the back, she realised the hem just did not quite cover her bottom. It was a very nice bottom, she thought to herself smoothing the fabric over it, but a bit of cheek peeked out from under the hems no matter what she did. Hell, arms above her head and it uncovered her pussy, freshly shaven cleft peeping out in anticipation, and there were no panties or shorts with it. She thought of the equipment laid out, and wondered what else might be waiting for her. She stood up, straightened her hair, and gave a little wiggle. "This was going to be FUN!"
She switched off the bathroom light as she went back into the main room. She couldn't see in the dim light, but she felt her lover stepped behind her again, guiding her as her eyes slowly got used to the darkness. She smiled as he gently cupped her breasts, feeling for her nipples to give them a little squeeze and a playful tug. "There's a chair, a sturdy one, in front of you with a towel over the top rail. It should be tall enough for you to bend over."
She felt for the chair, found it, bent over it. It was comfortable enough if she held on to the edges of the hard, wooden seat and took her weight on her arms, but if he stood with her feet either side of the legs of the chair, the position would completely expose her arsehole and her pussy to her lover. She put both feet together, arching her back so her bottom was firm and proud. To reward her efforts, she got a playful slap on her bottom, and a second on the same buttock, and then a soft kiss where the slaps had fallen. "Stay in that position, please" he told her, in a more commanding voice than she'd heard him use with her. She heard his footsteps going towards the table and return. He placed the flogger she had admired on the seat of the chair where she could see it. Other things were placed on the floor behind her, out of vision.
She felt a feather-soft kiss in her shoulder, hot breath tracing its way to another on her back, and work-hardened hands smoothed the fabric of the negligee away from her bottom, exposing more of her pearlescent skin. A third kiss, almost imperceptible, on the small of her back and other on her tailbone. She adjusted her feet so they were against the outside of the chair legs, exposing her body to her lover's caresses. She gave a soft gasp of pleasure, then a louder one as she felt his tongue caress her labia, her taint, her arsehole, the cleft of her buttocks, and soft kisses the way back down the same path to her clitoris.
"If you are sure of this, I have cuffs to strap you in this position. Would you like that?" he asked her. She felt his fingertip trace the same route, clitoris to labia to taint to butthole to tailbone, back again, feather touches teasing.
"If this is what you're going to do to me, oh, yes, please!" she said. She heard a tube being uncapped, and fingers spread lube on her butthole, searching, slipping into her body, teasing, promising.
"Oh, I'm going to do much more than this, my little fuckdoll" he growled in her ear at last.
She quivered, the openings of her body squeezing and gaping in anticipation, but she stayed still. Oh, she hoped this was going to be her fantasies -- she'd told him about her dreams, and here they were, shaping.
He knelt at her left foot, gently strapping an ankle cuff onto her leg. There was a ringbolt on the chair leg, and a snap between that and the ankle cuff held her foot in place. He paused as he gently placed the thigh cuff around the top of her leg, stroking the muscles under the fair, fair skin. Speaking in a low, firm voice he said to her "There are rules, if you want to continue. I am now Sir Walter. You may also call me "sweet Sir Walter", or "Your Grace". Do you understand?" Another -snik-, that cuff clipped to a ring bolt higher up the chair.
"Sure thing, babe!" she said cheekily. A slap on her arse, the other cheek from the first blow. This time, hard enough to sting. She gasped, and secretly smirked. "Of course, Your Grace. I am sorry, Sir Walter"
