After a year of playing my girlfriends games I'd just about gotten enough put away to move out on my own when the holidays rolled around. Sure, some of it was fun and certainly exciting but never in my life had I imagined doing some of the freaky shit she asked of me. Truthfully, a part of me enjoyed being dominated in her playful little way but if I was ever going to be a professional I was going to have to move out on my own. Still, sexy fun with a thin, athletic blonde with nicely hanging 36D tits and a still firm ass and tummy from all the pilates classes wasn't going to be easy to just let go of.
I'd gotten home from a meeting on the 23rd and things were looking promising. I was one phone call away from the freedom to escape from her world and I knew it. So, when I walked in and found her waiting in the viewing room all curled up and cute, I stood and looked at her imagining life without her. She must have heard me come in. As I stood there she opened her eyes and smiled brightly.
"Hey baby," she said to me, her voice like a whisper. "How was your meeting?"
Putting my suitcase down and flopping into the overstuffed sofa next to her I sighed, more from the exhaustion of travel than the trip itself. Undoing my tie I put my arm around her. "I don't know babe, it's just too soon to tell."
"I'm sure you did great. In the meantime," she smiled, getting up and going to the closet. "I've got a little something for you."
Great, I thought to myself, sitting there trying to fane interest in whatever little game she'd dreamed up while I was away. Over the past year I'd found myself as her personal plaything, been forced to strip for her amusement in some interesting places and some very uncomfortable situations and engaged in more sexual antics than I'll ever be able to explain to anyone. Fact was, there were times I played along with it to make her happy and times that it was the money an older rich woman can throw around that kept me from walking out the door. I'd spent a month naked last year. I thought she would have been nicer about it but when push came to shove she kept me in what she called her "favorite" outfit even during Thanksgiving dinner. I'd even bartended at her club and on more than one occasion been groped by strangers. One night things had gotten pretty out of control and I did a soccer mom on the dance floor. So, after all that, she'd had some time without me and I couldn't imagine what she might have in mind.
As she came back to the sofa she had two packages in her hands-one much bigger than the other. She handed me the larger one first. Maybe it was the child in me but I felt kind of excited and scared at the same time. "What's this?" I asked.
Open it silly was all she said. Sitting there as she was nearly bouncing on the sofa cushion next to me I tore open the wrapping paper to find a clothing box. Slowly opening it up and looking inside I'm not even sure why I asked-I knew what she had in mind. "Hum, for you?" I asked her, holding up the long black satin negligee. It really was a sexy little number and would look great on her. It had vertical stripes and every other panel was see thru.
"No silly," she laughed. "It's for you."
I sat the box down and took her by the hand. Now was as good a time as any to tell her that I was going to leave. I didn't know what she had in mind but I really wasn't interested to say the least. Before I could speak she straddled my lap and began kissing me, her tongue finding its' way across mine as her hands roamed freely over my body. I struggled but finally got her attention as she began working on my belt. "I need to talk to you."
"I need to give you your other present first," she told me.
Opening up the smaller box there was a card inside it. It read, "FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE FOR ME AND THE THINGS YOU'LL DO NEXT." Inside the box was a set of remote keys. I hadn't seen this type of key before so I didn't know what it was for. Suddenly I was quite curious, more curious as to the keys than worried about what I might have to do for them.
"It's the black one, the one we looked at before you left," she beamed as she told me about the new SUV she'd bought me. "You've been such a good boy that I thought you deserved something special."
"And all I've got to do is wear this?"
"No silly," she laughed as she told me how it was an outfit for her Christmas Party. "I can't have you parading around in the buff for this one. It might be a bit awkward."
Shit, who had she invited I wondered. Still though, the gag of wearing something like that to a Christmas party might be worth the S.U.V. Especially if the one she bought was the model that we looked at before I left town. I was seriously hoping that it wasn't just a bunch of her business co-horts or handsy friends coming over. "So," I asked, "Who might be coming to this?"
"Oh no," she giggled, telling me that's a surprise. "Now," she smiled, "Get them clothes off mister. You know I like to see my boy without all this covering."
