The front door closes behind you and you step into my embrace. Our lips meet gently, such a counterpoint to what is to soon occur.
Seemingly a few heartbeats later, we stand at the doorway to my bedroom. Although we are not married, I pick you up and carry you through the doorway, then set you down as you giggle at the symbolism. In a few more months, this act will no longer be symbolic - it will be real. But for now, the symbolism is powerful and heady in its own right.
I caress your cheek as I gaze into your eyes. It is almost odd to gaze into your eyes, the violet color unnatural due to your new contacts, yet I still lose myself momentarily, adrift on the immense sea the love and the admiration within you. As has been said about gazing into the eye of a dragon, time seems to stand still, and I relive our long friendship and courtship in the space of a heartbeat.
But then, we both know it is time. My hands move to your open jacket, and gently push the garment over your shoulders. Even as you finish removing the jacket, my hands are already at the collar of your off-white blouse, slowly releasing each button, the languid pace purposeful to increase the anticipation within us both. As my hands move lower to release the buttons over your chest, I am keenly aware of your deepening breaths, and when I look again into your eyes, I see that you want this very much, and I want very much to do this for you, to do this to you.
Your blouse at last fully open, I nudge the garment over your shoulders. As you fully remove the blouse and set it upon the bed with your jacket, my hands move to your breasts, stroking the lacy black cups which support them. I bend down to briefly kiss each breast through the aesthetically-designed cup as my hands move around your sides to you back, fingering the clasp as you cradle my head to your chest. But I soon kiss my way back up your body, reaching your lips, savoring your subtle whimper as the clasp is finally released, providing you a little relief even though your breasts are pressed against my lower ribs.
I step back, and together we remove your bra. You set it upon the bed with the other discarded garments and stand tall and proud with your hands behind you, smiling sweetly at me, comfortable in your topless state. Your nipples are already hardening, in part due to the slightly-cool temperature of the bedroom and the evening breeze wafting through the nearby window, in part due to your anticipation.
As the natural light fades quickly, I step away from you for a moment, going to the dresser, lighting the three tall pillar candles upon the metal stand. This also allows me to open the top drawer - the so-called "Drawer of Delights" - and retrieve the penis gag which you know so well. You smile sweetly as I return to you, your eyes sparkling; I am sure your mouth is watering a little as you ready your mouth to be filled with the fake black phallus. I smile as well because, while I definitely enjoy hearing your moans and especially your screams, I believe you wear the gag rather well.
You turn to face away from me and gather your lengthy black hair, lifting it up and out of the way. Standing behind you, I briefly kiss the exposed back of your neck, then reach around you, pressing the bulbous tip of the gag to your dainty lips. You kiss the fake phallus in your own personal ritual, then open your mouth to allow the invader inside. I imagine your tongue gently sliding around the gag, rememorizing its lifelike form, and I sincerely wish that it was my own lifelike form obscenely filling your mouth... but that must wait for another time.
The straps secured behind your head, you let down your hair as my hands caress your shoulders, your arms. For a moment, we hold hands as you lean back into my chest. My nose in your hair, I deeply inhale the orange scent of your favorite shampoo, and it reminds me of when we first met underneath the orange trees on the playground when I transferred to your school. I think of the cute girl with the pigtails and the frilly pink dress and in a way find it hard to believe that I am holding hands with her nearly two decades later.
...and even harder to believe that she is gagged and topless, and about to be the recipient of pain by her own choice.
Releasing your hands, I turn you around and kiss your forehead. As I draw back, I see in your eyes the knowledge that this is simply the calm before the storm. You are incredibly calm, moreso than usual before our heavier play, which alerts me that you definitely need this.
Slowly, I descend to my knees before you, my hands and lips adoring you. When I at last focus my attention upon your skirt, I lower the side zipper and begin to tug the snug-fitting waistband over your hips and allowing it to glide down your legs, ultimately revealing your favorite skimpy black thong with the embroidered purple-winged butterfly upon your mons. As you step out of the skirt, I set it aside upon the floor, out of the way so that we will not inadvertently step on it and dirty it.
Clad in only a thong and sandals, you look incredibly calm. I am still amazed sometimes that you share your body so freely with me, that you hide nothing from me. I lean forward, my nose pressed into the crotch of your thong, inhaling your natural scent and noting the slight dampness which anoints the thin garment. Your hands in my hair, you gently scratch my scalp as you hold my head in place, my hands cupping your firm derriere as I inhale deeply. But in time, I lovingly slide the thong down your thighs and help you step out of the final item of clothing before I cast it aside. The sandals are next, ultimately leaving you clad only in your smooth flawless skin.
I stand anew, taking you into my arms for a brief hug. Now that you are fully naked, the evening's core event can finally begin.
I return to the dresser, retrieving the leather cuffs and the fur-lined blindfold. You give no sign of panic or hesitation as I set the cuffs upon the bed and apply the blindfold to you, plunging you into darkness. After spending a moment caressing your shoulders and your upper arms while the lack of sight slowly makes your other senses more acute, I begin to apply the cuffs, one by one, taking my time, ensuring that you feel every nuance of the application. I note how your breathing slows as you focus on the sensation and the scent of the leather, and once the wrist cuffs are affixed to you, I kneel to add the ankle cuffs and smile to myself as you lift your wrists to your nose to inhale the leathery scent more directly.
With the cuffs attached, I stand anew and take your hand. Since you cannot see, I am careful to guide you appropriately, leading you the bed, assisting you in climbing upon the mattress and positioning you upon your stomach. Only then do I reposition the pillows, one underneath your head and one lifting your spankable ass a little higher. After a brief trip back to the dresser, I return with four short ropes and take my time in securing the D-ring of each cuff to the nearest bedpost, leaving you spread-eagle upon the bed.
