Hard Day:
What a hard day at the office extra work having to work 35 min later than normal and then traffic. I was impatient because I was meeting Mistress tonight and I knew she we waiting already, something I didn't really like to make happen was to make her unhappy by having to wait. Upon arriving home, expecting to find Mistress in her home office working on her computer instead I found a note on the kitchen table, "Don't change just come downstairs right away" Oh boy I'm thinking, she is probably not happy. Even with that thought I felt my cock stir to attention in my work slacks,,, she's in the dungeon I thought to myself (our downstairs is setup as our play space) I bet she's dressed in something hot. I pad down the steps not nervous and excited together, the bright lights are on, and I hear some workout music instead of our normal setup with soft music and candles. She turns seeing me on the steps, I must have been staring,,, she shrugs with her boxing gloves and tight spandex work out shorts on,,, Smiling at me, she says I'm really not happy about you being late love. Puzzled bye the scene in front of me,,, I begin to explain, she stops me.
Blame:
Hush she says, you know its not my fault your always late when we have a play date, so if its not mine it must be yours. And because I want you remember and because I feel like it, I'm going to punch your gut and balls till they are black and blue. I began to speak again, but didn't really know what to say my mouth hung open..... She said you will be given a chance to speak or beg I should say but for now shut up slave. She motioned me over to our beam play area, it had two chains hanging down with locking suspension cuffs on them. I stood obediently underneath the beam waiting on her. Ok dear, stand on this under the beam facing toward me, she had her step stool from her kitchen with her. Its a small two step stool that she routine ly uses to get things out of the cabinets upstairs, one of the things short women are cursed with having to always use. Did I mention Mistress was a short woman, about 5'1 athletic build with a slightly curvy upper body, she did like to work out. Despite my situation, and her grim instructions my hard on was beginning to stiffen back to life looking down at her as I climbed the small step stool. It became apparent to me why she wanted me on the stool,,, the cuffs were attached higher than normal and I wouldn't have been able to reach them otherwise. Ok nervous again,,, my mind was racing a bit.
In Position:
I put my hands through the cuffs and she handed me two pad locks another change, something new. She told me, now lock those into the cuffs. Although they were locking suspension cuffs we have never really used that feature before tonight, and it sunk home literally as I clicked the locks shut on my wrist. She said, ok check them, are they good and tight? (They were). A sweet grand smile appeared on her face, she was really happy with herself in fact I can't remember seeing her so excited in a long time. I instantly became aware of how hot it was in the room as I looked down into her eyes as they sparkled up at me, she looked even shorter with me up on the ladder. She chuckled to herself, and said you know your cock is right about eye level right now, I should just punch that first, this is going to be so much fun, I don't want to peter out on me to fast, you will try and not disappoint me won't you. I stuttered out a yes Mistress.
