It had been cold but not wet, one of those crisp winter days when the low sun and crisp air makes everything look more picturesque. Of course the heat of summer would have been nice, but that brings out the crowds that takes away some of the joy. A day spent strolling along the beach, eating chips and wearing hat and gloves.
On reaching the cottage we had stripped of our thermals, lit the wood fire and sunk into the sofa, the television was on but only for back ground noise as we napped. I had woken before you and showered before running you a hot bath. I woke you and led you up the stairs. Whilst you relaxed in the bubbles I laid out your outfit for dinner before returning to the sofa.
When you entered the bedroom you found the outfit I had left you. A delicate corset with attached suspenders, sheer stockings and a simple sleek black dress. The thought of not wearing panties bought confusion; you had often talked of the fun of teasing me by turning up to dinner pantiless and then whispering the fact into my ear to tease me, but you had never actually gone through with it. Would you accept what had been laid out or choose to override me. You took the risk and went with what was provided. As a lover of the outdoors, country pubs normally involved a thick fleece and walking boots. Never had you looked like a city girl so out of place.
Dinner went in a whirl. To start with you acted self-consciously, especially when we had to perch at the bar whilst waiting for our table, but slowly you relaxed into you outfit: rubbing your foot against my leg moving it up further as you became more confident and even sitting so the waiter could catch sight of your stocking tops as he tried to serve the other customers.
When we returned home the wood fire embers were still glowing, but as you walked across to the sofa, I walked up behind you, stopped you, leant down to nibble your ear and then whispered into you ear that tonight you were mine and had to trust me. You paused slightly and then nodded. I reached into my pocket and extracted a blindfold, slipping it over you beautiful sleek hair before plunging you into darkness.
I led you up stairs and into the bedroom. You tried to remove your dress but I stopped you. I turned you so that the end of the bed was against the back of your legs and then gently pushed you backwards. I climbed on top of you, and started to stroke you're your face, letting you feel my breath against your lips, knowing I was close but not close enough to kiss. You went to reach up to hold me, but I whispered no into your ear. Your hands fell back to your side.
I took your right hand and raised it above your head; you felt it being surrounded by the coldness of metal. A shiver ran through your body, I thought you were going to speak, but instead you raised you left had into place. Another click and you were immobilised.