Jen and Tom had been together for a couple of years, but they still lived in their own places on opposite sides of London. It took an hour or more to get from the North to the South of the city, but they both liked their independence and it was easy enough to stay over anyway. Jen had a piano so Tom could work at her place and, being musicians, they were both frequently away at festivals and concerts. For now it seemed to work. They were in love, young at heart and in no rush for commitment.
Sex had always been exciting and never yet mundane. Jen liked to find out what Tom wanted and was willing to be led. She was a Romantic. Her character was warm and she was of delicate temperament but their kinky tastes were similar; a spank, some bondage. She would probe his fantasies when he was aroused and in the palm of her hand. Sometimes he felt that he told her too much and worried that he had gone too far, but if that was true she never let on. He didn't want to frighten her, but whenever he pushed her that little bit further she was aroused.
It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and cold outside. Tom was coming round for lunch and they would spend the afternoon working. Then they would have the evening together. When she answered the door he seemed in good spirits, lifting her off her feet and kissing her for longer than usual. He dropped his bag on the floor and headed upstairs. "Just going to grab a glass of water. Wait in the bedroom – I've a surprise for you".
Her house was set over three levels and the main living space was at the top. The bedroom and office were on the ground floor and the music room below that. She fell onto the bed and smiled to herself, sighing a little as she sank into the covers. She could already hear Tom coming back down the stairs. She expected a gift, but he'd sent her to the bedroom. Something naughty perhaps. "Shut your eyes". He pulled her gently to her feet by the hand, enveloped her from behind with his arms and kissed her neck, first one side, then the other. She purred when he brushed her legs with his fingertips and drew some soft material across her eyes. She felt it tighten. This was something he often did and she felt a thrill of anticipation. He quickly undressed her and pushed her back down onto the bed. She already knew that he was erect.
"You're in for a serious punishment today" he whispered, close to her ear. This was a game that they had played frequently and she relaxed as he turned her onto her front, took each wrist and tied it to one corner of the bed. She thought he was using a couple of his ties, but she couldn't be sure. Once her ankles were also attached she was spread wide, not too stretched, but with no hope of reaching the corners to loosen her bonds. She had tried before. He took two or three pillows and pulled them under her hips. He liked to spank her this way. She was already moist with anticipation. She knew that this could be painful, but never violent. When the stinging slaps were over he would probably take her from behind as she lay, still tied to the bed.
Tom stood up and walked over to her bedside cabinet. "It's about time we played with your last Christmas present", he laughed. "You've had it for long enough". Last year, as a joke she thought, he has given her a vibrator with a remote control. There was a little bottle of lubricant to go with it. She wriggled, not sure how pleasurable it would be but excited all the same. "I've also brought you another present", Tom called out. She could hear him opening his bag in the hallway. "Now, open up". He pushed something against her lips and she let him slide the ball gag into her mouth and buckle it behind her head. They had only used this once before, but nonetheless she recognised it's shape and taste.
With one hand he stroked her buttocks, whilst drawing something across her thigh with the other. "Do you know what this is Jen?".
"No" she mumbled into the gag.
