“Hold still, you’re fidgeting”, He grabbed my wrists and steadied them against His bare chest as He wrapped a red nylon rope around them, securing them tightly together in front of me.
“Are you sure he’s even going to like this?” I was nervous and trying to wriggle my way out of the situation in any way I could.
“Yes, I know he will like it!” He held my hands to His heart staring intently into my eyes as He squeezed my hands reassuringly in His.
He continued to tie me up, expertly securing my arms to a hook in the lintel above the doorway from our dining room to our living room so that I was facing the beautifully decorated tree twinkling with lights and gifts littered at its base. A happy fire danced in the fireplace. Standing there naked in front of this romantic holiday scene had me thinking of our past Christmases, snuggled up together, our socked feet playing with each other in front of the roaring fire, whiskeys in hand, eyes bright with drink and love.
My mind was brought back to the present as He rubbed his hands down my back and over my hips, then moving back towards my cheeks, pressing His thumbs in my crack and squeezing the firm flesh between his fingers.
“He’s going to love this, little slut”, He purred into my ear. “You are a treat!”
I inhaled deeply, only wanting Him, arching my back to bring me closer to the hardness I could feel between us. He wanted this so badly, to watch me like this, and we’d talked about it in detail over the past few months. Honestly, I wanted it too, but I wasn’t so sure I was quite ready for it at this moment.
He reached down between my legs to the soft skin between my thighs and pushed my legs wider, spreading me open. Securing another red rope to the inside of each thigh just above the knee, he had me kneel down, stretching my arms tightly overhead. He attached the rope from my thighs to hooks at the base of the doorway, spreading me open like a star, making me completely vulnerable and utterly available. Finally, He came around to my front and knelt down looking me in the eyes, kissing me sweetly before attaching nipple clamps to each pert bud. They had tiny bells dangling from them, and I could hear them tinkle as my chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. I could feel the wetness between my legs, I was soaked, yearning for anything to touch me there and bring me release.
He left me there, and I waited for an eternity, humping my hips against nothing, leaning into the tightness of the rope and wanting anything to come and touch me, to give me what I needed so badly at that moment. Finally, He returned and set up a long table with a red tablecloth trimmed in white fur. He arranged everything we had neatly in a row on the table top, every toy, flogger, whip, dildo, vibrator, butt plug, paddle, all of it in all of its brightly colored radiance. There were probably fifty or sixty items all perfectly positioned on the table. He finished with a platter filled with my home made cookies, a tall glass of cold milk and a small hand-written card. I couldn’t see what was written on it, but I thought I knew the gist of it.
“Now you’ll wait, and you’ll be a good girl for me, correct?” He kissed me on the lips, opening His just slightly and running his tongue over mine.
“Yes Sir,” I could barely muster the words, I was so nervous.
“I’ll be right here. If you need to, just say the word and I’ll stop everything”, He whispered as He secured a blindfold over my eyes shutting out the happy holiday scene before me.
“Yes Sir, I know”. My hands were clammy and my heart was racing in my chest, but I steeled myself for what was to come. I heard His footsteps softly fade away from me and I was alone.
I kneeled there for a very long time, shifting my weight slightly to relieve the stress on one limb or another. I was almost about to call the whole thing off, thinking how stupid we both were for believing that this would work, when I heard a noise. It was a tiny ping, just barely heard over the crackle of the fire, and I wasn’t sure if it had been the bell dangling from my nipple. But then I was sure I’d heard correctly, the singing of jingle bells as they approached the house. There was a scuffle overhead on the roof and then I felt a cool breeze brush over my chest. I heard heavy footsteps make their way towards me, and then I heard it. The unmistakable chuckle, a belly laugh really, rich and deep.
“Ho, ho, ho!”
I froze, my skin prickled as a shiver rumbled through my body. I felt a soft gloved hand gently graze my nipple, circling it, making it stand at attention. I gasped and my head fell forward pulling against my bonds. He stepped closer to me, grabbing my chin and pulling my face towards his for a long deep kiss. His soft beard tickled my chin and cheeks, the aroma of sweet peppermint and tobacco smoke filling my nose. I moaned into the kiss and the heat between my legs rose to an almost unbearable level, my thighs shook with need.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, blue,” he sang into my ear, his voice like sugar.
“How many lashes do bad girls get?”
I instinctively tensed, anticipating what was to come, and I felt the gentle kiss of the flogger as he softly flicked it over my skin. Then he really began his work, raining down expertly placed strikes over my ass and thighs as I cried out, bucking against my bonds, the bells on my nipples jingling merrily.
I knew in that moment that I would not be needing my safe word.