She is feeling frisky, crawling into my lap, snaking her arms around me,
nibbling my ear, as I am trying to read. She licks the lobe. Her breath is harsh
in my ear. She moves slightly, her bottom shifts in my lap and the pressure
arouses me. I say, "I am reading, Lover." "I know, Lover," she murmurs. Her
tongue runs along the edge of my ear, then back again, until it jumps to my
neck. I suppress a shiver. My interest in the book is waning. I try not to let
it show. Her elbow shifts, bends one of my pages, as her hand reaches inside my
shirt, searching for a nipple. She knows that I am sensitive there. More
sensitive than anywhere else. I stop her hand, pressing it firmly against my
chest. The book falls from my grasp, landing on the floor next to the couch.
"You've made me lose my page," I say. "I'm sorry," she says, but for some reason
it sounds insincere. Her lips touch my throat. "I think you're not sorry at all.
I'm going to have to do something about that." I can feel her lips form a smile.
She wiggles. "Then punish me." I lean forward, holding her tightly, then drop
her on the floor. She suppresses a squeal. "Get the Box." She looks at me, a
twinge of mock anger showing on her face. "If you want to play, we'll play," I
say. "Get the Box." She grins quickly and walks into the bedroom, where resides
our Box. It used to be a shoe box, but then I bought a paddle that didn't fit.
Now it's a small padded footlocker. Amazingly the box itself is a toy. She
returns carrying it in her arms. I have picked up the book, found my place and
marked it while she was gone. I lean back as she enters, watching her set the
Box on the floor in front of me. She is dressed in sweat pants and sweat shirt,
having changed into comfy clothes after our dinner. Her hair is pulled back in
that style that I love. Her cheeks are slightly flushed from her exertion. She
looks wonderful. "Strip," I say. She looks at me, then glances at the windows
behind me. "No one will see, now do it." Still she hesitates. Usually she is
blindfolded and I take her clothes off for her. For some reason, she is ashamed
of her body. It gives me a boundary against which to push. "Strip," I say,
louder. I reach into the Box and remove the paddle. She sees it and is quick to
remove her shirt. I look away as she undresses, pretending indifference. Her
hair is dark with traces of red, and it draws an eye to her smooth, pale skin.
The breasts are large, full and sensual, with lightly pigmented nipples. Her
waist is small and her hips flare in the most beautiful of curves. Her ass is
firm and moves wonderfully when she walks. After a moment, I turn toward her and
see that she is naked except for her panties and her socks. Her arms are crossed
over her breasts and she has that little child look she gets whenever she's
naked when I'm not. I rise, grab her arm and pull her to me. I sit again, taking
her across my lap. She gasps, not expecting this treatment. I let the paddle
fall five times across her ass. She moans after each stroke, moves against my
legs. "My command was to strip," I say, pushing her to her feet. She sways
slightly and her cheeks are more flushed than before. She reaches for her
panties and pulls them off. She bends to remove her socks. Her pussy is smooth,
shaved bare. The lips are red, inviting. As she turns slightly, I see that her
ass is red, marked from the paddle. I root through the Box, searching for the
items I want. I pull out blindfold, leather cuffs, 12 inch chain, a garter belt,
and seamed stockings. She watches me with no expression. I motion to her and she
comes close. I sit her on the closed Box, positioning her in front of me, her
back to me. I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it. The cuffs go around
her wrists and I attach the chain between them. I stand and pull her to her
feet. She is slightly hunched and still her arms cover her breasts. I move her
hands to her sides, so that the chain rests against the curve of her stomach.
Then I lift her chin, forcing her to stand straight with chest extended. I move
her to the center of the room, walking around her. Then I attach the garter belt
to her waist. It is black and lacy and I always seem to put it on her backwards.
She giggles as I remove it after my first abortive attempt to fasten it. "If I
were you," I whisper into her ear, "I wouldn't be giggling." I whack her ass
with my hand. She jumps. I finish with the belt and lift her legs one at a time
to slide the stockings on. I alternate between legs, pulling at one then the
other until the nylons are at the middle of her thigh. I check the seam and I
see that it weaves drunkenly up her leg. I straighten it. When I am done, I
touch her crotch, feeling her pussy. She is wet, and I easily insert a finger,
wiggle it. She moves against me, sways slowly. I remove the finger. Bring it to
my mouth. Then I take the center of the chain and lead her into the bedroom,
leaving her in the center as I change clothes. She thinks that I am getting
undressed, I know. I do remove my clothes, but put on black dress pants and an
olive-colored shirt. She cocks her head when she hears me apply deodorant. I
comb my hair, put on shoes. "Well, I'm ready, but what about you?" I look at her
and I know she is uncertain of what is happening. Usually we would be in the
middle of a scene by now, touching, holding, or beating. Was that a hint of fear
in her face? I removed the blindfold, and she looks at my dressy clothes. A
question appears on her lips. I glare at her. "No talking." I lead her to the
mirror, remove her hair burets, and comb the strands. She loves this, whenever I
baby her, take care of her like this. I apply deodorant, a touch of perfume, a
dash of lip- stick. My hand is amazingly steady. I kiss her neck and say, "You
are exceptionally beautiful tonight. I think we should go out." I take her chain
and lead her to the front door. She holds back, fear in her eye. She almost
speaks. "Oh, yes," I say. "It's rather cold out there. Let me get your coat." I
remove the chain, pocketing it, but leave the cuffs on her wrists. Then I get
her long winter jacket and help her into it. It is long, covering her torso
completely, coming to her knees. No one could tell that she is naked under it.
"Uh oh. I forgot the shoes." I go to her closet and take a pair of black heels
from the floor. I put them on her. "Let's go." I say and lead her reluctantly
out the door. # # # She pushes her hands deep into her coat pockets as we walk
out the door. I let her go ahead of me and watch her closely. She looks entirely
normal. A thrill passes through my chest as I realize that, except for belt and
stockings, she is naked beneath the coat. I open the car door for her. She has
to remove a hand from her pocket to scoop her coat beneath her. I see that the
leather cuffs are apparent on her wrists. I shut the door. After I start the
car, I say, "Give me your wrists." I take her arms and put them behind her head,
connecting the chain through the headrest support. Her hands are pinned above
her. I then pull her seat belt across her chest. I pull out of the parking
space, driving slowly down the street. It's a short trip to our first
destination. The House is alive with people. She sees where we are going and
stares at me. I give her a quick smile. We pull into the lot and I remove the
chain, but leave the cuffs. I say to her, "No talking unless someone asks you a
direct question." We enter the House and are assaulted immediately by the crash
of music. I hear a girl's laugh somewhere upstairs. It cascades through the
stairwell. We go to the second floor. There we immediately see Mark, Frank, and
Phil. Maria, Frank's new girlfriend who talks too much, is there as well. When
first we met her, I'd told my lover that Maria needed to be gagged and spanked.
She'd agreed with me. My lover shadows me as we enter the hall. Her hands dig
deep into her pockets and her shoulder presses against me. I move for- ward
leaving her to stand alone as I go over to Mark. We exchange our greetings. She
stands there watching me and I give her a quick glance. Her face looks pinched.
Frank asks her a question. She gives a weary smile, and answers, "We're just out
for a drive." "We may stop to get a drink somewhere," I add. "Hey," says Mark.
"We're going to see a cheap movie. Do you want to come along." I lock on her
eyes for a moment and her look is desperate. She most definitely doesn't wish to
go. I let the question hang for a moment, then decline. "We aren't dressed for a
movie," I say. Maria says, "You guys look fine. Maybe just a little over-
dressed. But that's all right. We'd be the ones who'd look out of place. Maybe
Frank should drop me off at my apartment and I can change my clothes. I just
bought a new outfit. It's red with...." I suppress a smile as she talks. "No, we
just stopped by to be social for a few minutes. Then we're going to go be social
together. Come on," I say to my lover. "Let's see who else is around." I take
her hand and it slips from her pocket without her thinking about it. I pull her
through the group and for a second Mark glances at her wrist. Does he see? Of
the four in the hall, Mark is the least vanilla. None of them know about what my
lover and I do. The other three would probably be shocked beyond belief. Our
vanilla camouflage is pretty good. Does Mark see the leather cuff on her wrist?
If he does he says nothing. We pass through the House and talk to several
people. My lover is meek and docile, which is something odd for her. Usually she
is outgoing and chatty. I'm sure some people wonder what's wrong. We finish our
tour of the house, ending back where we started, in the hall with Mark, Frank,
Phil, and Maria who talks too much. I say our good-byes and we leave. As we walk
to the car, I ask her, "Excited?" She looks at me. "God, yes." "I hope you
didn't drip on the carpet. It's new, you know?" I open the door for her. "Do you
want to go home?" "Only if you do," she says, looking up at me. "One more stop."
# # # I wait until we are away from the House, then I pull over. I again attach
her arms to the headrest. The position pushes her chest out, arches her back,
makes her look even more sensual. I unbutton her coat. She squirms. She doesn't
want this. If anyone walks by he could easily see her white flesh against the
dark of the car. Still, she is firmly in place, and I easily open the coat. Her
squirming only makes her more erotic. The pale light cast by the street light
gives her skin a bluish tint. A shadow hides her cunt, making the flashes I see
enticing. The coat is now entirely open. She is exposed from head to thigh. I
pull away from the curb, turn down Harding towards the expressway. She is
breathing heavily. She is both panicked and aroused. "Do you need a blindfold,
Love?" I ask. She jumps at the sound of my voice. But she smiles softly. "No, My
Love." The expressway is brighter and she tries to scrunch down in her seat. But
she can't. Her wrists are bound tightly to the head- rest and she can move only
slightly. Anyone looking into her window, would see her breasts quite easily.
Anyone from above would see her garter belt and shaved pussy. The expressway is
empty, but still she keeps looking behind us and before us, checking for any
approaching cars. There in front of us is a slower car. I speed up, near it from
behind and one lane to the left of it. The driver will be on her side of the car
if I pass. She looks at me, but I remain with eyes upon the road. At the last
moment, I change lanes and pass on the right. She looks straight ahead as I
pass, not wanting to draw the driver's attention by watching to see if he is
watching. We pass and then we are crossing the river. We take the first exit:
Covington. At the stoplight, she is frantic. There are people nearby. She
writhes in the seat as she tries to make sure no one is looking. As we pull
away, a group of people round the corner. One of them, a man, looks. Does he
see? Does he glimpse her naked body? I watch him in the rearview mirror, and he
is watching us. Then we are away from the lighted district, nearing the
historical river-front area. We've been here before in daylight hours and
nighttime hours. In fact, our first kiss was here by the river, several years
back. It was a horrible kiss. I park and we sit a moment. My hand caresses her
inner thigh. She moves against it. Her body is violently hot. I touch her mound,
caress the clit. She pushes against the seat, trying to put more pressure
against my hand, but I pull away. I am in a teasing mood. I button her coat,
then detach the chain from one cuff only. I position her hands in front of her
and attach the cuffs together, so that her wrists cross. The chain falls along a
crease in her coat. I go around and open the door for her. She stands awkwardly,
unable to use her hands effectively. The chain jingles as it falls free of her.
I take it in my hand and lead her to the sidewalk. The river front is quiet.
There are some couples here, but not many. We walk together, her slightly behind
me. We are linked by the chain that I hold in my hand. She is vibrating with
excitement and lust. I feel and echo it. We have never been so open in our
games. Here she is cuffed and led on a chain along a street. We cross, and the
noise of the river becomes louder. A couple passes us, but doesn't even look at
us. I jingle the chain slightly as they move by. My lover quickly pulls it taut,
stifling the sound. The river is louder. We can see it's shape in the soft
light. Across from us is the city, it's wavering reflection in the river. Noise
from the riverboats reaches us. Music and laughing. White noise. We come to
steps. I lead her down toward the water. It is black. Blacker than the ground.
Blacker than the night. We stand there a few feet from it. I release her wrists
and take her into my arms. We kiss and it's much, much better than the first. I
begin to unbutton her coat. She doesn't even check to see if anyone is watching.
She just looks into my eyes. I give her a smile. The coat comes open, and I slip
my arms around her back. The skin in soft, smooth. She moves against me, tight.
My hand travels down her spine, touching the ridges. I squeeze her ass. My hand
reaches between her legs, a finger enters her. She moans. Slowly I finger her.
Her hands grip my back. She shutters. Her breath is hot against my neck. Her
teeth clamp against my ear- lobe. My finger pushes farther in response. She
gasps, moves her hips, comes softly. I hold her until her breathing slows. Then
go behind her. I pull the edges of the coat apart, exposing her naked body to
the cold and the city. She laughs softly, but doesn't cover herself. I button
her coat, remove the chain, and put it in my pocket. As we walk back to the car,
she clings to me tightly. "Now, maybe I can get back to my book," I say with a
smile. "Not likely, Lover," she says with the same smile.
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