Danielle was over. She'd been working an awful lot lately, and stayed overnight. I'm pretty sure she slept in the living room, but was still wanting to sleep once the kids were up, so we told her to go back to our room. After a few hours of her still sleeping away, we were joking about how we could probably go back there and have our wicked ways with her.
Another hour went by. The kids were invited over to Ethan's house for the night, so we packed them up and shipped them off. Who are we to pass up some time without the kids? Throughout all of this, Danielle slept on. After the kids were gone, we started to tease some more about going back there. We got a little more creative with what could be done to her while she slept. We ended up coming up with silly dares to go back there. Finally, you decided that it was time to either act on it, or give it up. You run downstairs to the Magazine box, fish out the handcuffs and grab your Makita.
Once back upstairs, you show me what you grabbed, waggle your eyebrows at me, and head off down the hall. Sneaking quietly into our room, you set what you grabbed down next to her. You gently grasp one of her wrists and ease the handcuffs onto it. The other hand takes a little more maneuvering, but after a few minutes of carefully adjusting her, you get the other wrist enclosed. Now, here's where you have to act quick - the noise of the Makita will likely wake her up.
Wait! You have another idea. Hopping off the bed, you fish around in the closet for a minute and come out with a handkerchief. Back to the bed you go, and tie it on her. You grab the Makita and a screw, feed it through the handcuffs and quickly screw them into the wall above her head.
It's a good thing the blindfold went on first - the Makita did indeed wake her up! Once she threw off the sleepiness, she started to struggle against her bonds. She called out for us, and asked us to let her go. You laughed, and told her that I took the kids out for a bit, and that you were finally go to have your way with her. She wiggled around, and started to swear at you, but you weren't having any of it - what could she do, after all?
After trapping her legs beneath you, you start to peel off her clothes. "I never did understand how you could sleep in so much clothing," you say. Her jeans come off, revealing some Victoria's Secret undies. "Hmm...guess Kelly was right about you getting fancier underwear lately." Slipping your fingers under the lace, you tug them down over her hips, causing her to squeeze her thighs together. "Scott, don't do this! Kelly will be so upset when she finds out," she says, hoping to reason with you.
"Not a concern of mine right now," you say. "Guess I should have taken your shirt off before handcuffing you. Hold on a second - I'll be right back." You motion me to continue being quiet at you step out of the room. You're back quickly, carrying my sewing scissors. Going back to Danielle, you cut up the front of her sweatshirt, revealing a bra to match the panties she'd had on. Showing no mercy on her clothes, you snip through the front of her bra, but leave it on her, for now.
Now, Danielle is bound and almost naked, laying before you on the bed. She still struggles some, and tries to reason with you, but you're enjoying this far too much. You start to run your hands over her body, coming close to her breasts and between her legs, but never quite touching her there. You start to tell her of all the things you'd like to have done to her over the years, and how today those dreams are finally going to come true. She was breathing a little heavy from her struggles before, but now there's a slight pant to how she's breathing. She doesn't believe it...she doesn't want it...does she?