Normally, I never plan the fun I have with Tara. But having told Tara that she will have one fucking surprise every day leading to her birthday, I was planning what I would do??
That made it more interesting than taking our clothes off and enjoying each other.
Both of us do not drink. However, I planned that we should both get a little high. So, I bought a bottle of Cognac and kept it. I thought Tara might like some chocolate also. So bought some nice chocolate bars. I also got myself some After Eights.
I rang up Tara at her office and told her that I would pick her up. She knew that she had along night ahead. That was planned anyway.
When I picked her up and went towards home, Tara said, “I want to drop in home once and puck up some clothes”
I asked “Why?? You do not have to wear clothes while preparing for your birthday!!!”
Tara said “Shut Up”
I drove to her home. She walked out and went upstairs. I waited in the car down stairs. In keeping with her traditions, she took too long. I parked the car, went up, and rang her bell. She took very long to open the door. Tara said, “Why did you come up?”
I answered, “What is taking you so long?”
Tara said “I am putting some stuff together, so that I can go for work directly from your house”
I helped her take her small bag down and put it in the boot. Tara came down and we drove off to my house.
Once inside my flat, Tara got some Coffee ready and we sat and savored it with crackers.
I asked Tara ‘Want to have bath?”
She said “No. Later”
Tara suddenly asked “So what is the plan for tonight?”
I said, “It is a surprise”
I took out the bottle of Cognac and said, “Let us drink to D Day minus Five days”
Tara was puzzled. She asked, “You want to drink?? You know I do not drink!! Nor do you!!”
I said “Darling. In your honor. Let us drink. Later we will celebrate”
I poured out one drink each in a goblet.
Both of us started to sip the cognac and felt the warmth that it gave.
It wasn’t too distant before we had both downed three drinks each and we were both sweating. Tara was a little drunk. Nevertheless, she was in control. I was feeling a little dizzy.
I got up and told Tara “It is warm. Let us take off our clothes”
Tara said, “You take off your clothes. I will not take them off”
I peeled off my shirt and my trousers and then my vest and then my shorts. I was stark naked.
I sat down and brought out the chocolates that Tara loved.
Tara said “Thanks. That is thoughtful of you”
For some time Tara sat prim and proper with all her clothes on and looked at my naked body. Tara asked, “Come sit in my chair. Let me feel you”
I went next to her and said “Tara. I have a surprise for you tonight”
Tara said, “What is it?”
I fished out the handcuffs that I had got earlier and played with together with Tara.
Her eyes widened as I dangled a shiny pair of handcuffs in front of her. She was feeling the effects of one too many Cognacs as she reached out to feel the cool metal from me.
"Are you sure, Ravi?"
I just smiled.
She blushed a little, but could not deny the rush she felt as she thought of what lay ahead.
Tara said, “Don't stop there, Ravi. Make me yours."
I pulled her from the chair and led her towards the bedroom. Giggling nervously, she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of my bed.
I pulled her up and made her stand. I licked her lips as I worked on her belt and the fly buttons on her jeans. Tara giggle as it became obvious to me that she was not wearing anything under her jeans. I unhooked her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped over them and faced me.
I unbuttoned her loose top and peeled it off. She was wearing a bra. I unhooked it slowly and with no haste and peeled it off making Tara completely naked.
I smiled and tossed the handcuffs off the bed.
I went around the headboard and attached one cuff each to the headboard ready to get her cuffed in.
Tara licked her lips again - a nervous habit of hers - then nodded. I kissed her forehead and pulled open one of the drawers built into the base of my bed. Reaching in, I came back with a leather blindfold with thick padding on either side of the divide where the nose was obviously intended to go. She had sudden doubts, but she had agreed after all...... and it was just a blindfold.
I settled it over her eyes, then drew the straps back to fasten them snuggly. She had to admit that it felt confining, but did not hurt.
Bereft of her sight, her whole body seemed to be on alert.
I teased her nipples with my tongue as I led her to the bed and pushed her down on the bed. I adjusted her position to be right for cuffing.
I captured her left wrist with my hands, brought it up, and cuffed it in.
She struggled against my cuffing her right hand.
I slowly lowered myself onto her. She gasped as I began to suck hard on her right breast.
Watching her reactions, I smiled and bit her nipple lightly. It was enough - her mouth flew open wide with her gasp. I had no trouble slipping the plug into her mouth, but I had to press her down harder against the mattress with my body to strap it down.
She was still fighting for all she was worth, but even so, she was surprised to find she could still breath through her mouth even after he had the gag strapped down tightly. Being able to breathe with it in her mouth and being able to speak with it there were two different things though.
Her feet were drumming an angry rhythm, but I soon put a stop to that. First, I pinned her legs and tied each ankle separately with the rope. Tara's continued attempts to struggle were, as best she could tell, ignored as I tied off first her right, then her left ankles to spread her legs open wide.
Then she felt my hands stroke her thighs as I began to speak softly. "You're tied, but you're free, Tara. You don't have to worry about where to look.... what to say.... where to touch. You don't have to think about anything but your sensations."
I continued speaking to her as I picked up the flavored whipped cream, I had purchased and kept ready for tonight.
"You don't think you're ready - but you are. Vanilla has started boring you. Do not shake your head - it is true. It may still be sweet, but it has become bland. But just like ice cream, you can't judge sex by looking at it. You have to try a sample to see if you like it or not."
Using two fingers, I began to work lubricant into her front passage. "Lots of flavors.... enough to make Baskin-Robbins envious. This one's fairly mild, as bondage goes. No breast or nipple bondage, no crotch ropes, no hogties, nothing vaguely resembling an extreme position."
