Zaq!
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Just Another Day (m/f)
Hey everyone... long time viewer, first time poster. Here is the first (and possibly last, depending on your comments) input to this website. There are some pretty talented writers on this site, and they should be acknowledged! On the other hand, there are those of us that wonder what really works in this environment, so we try the occassional post... and continue to wonder ourselves.
Obviously, your feedback is appreciated, as it is with most of the folks that post here.
Ten minutes after six. It's good to be home after a long day. Keys in the ceramic bowl in the kitchen, wallet out and placed on the countertop nearby, just like any other night. Dropping the bottle of wine for the evening on the bar in the living room… I’ll get that opened in a few minutes.
Quick look around… tentative inquiry to see if she has made it home… no, she’s not here just yet. Phone check… no missed calls, no unread messages. A little free time until she gets in. Wait… My mind kicks into ‘overdrive’…
This could be the night. No, this will be the night. Retract the keys from the bowl… pick the wallet back up. Open the wine, but let’s not leave it to breathe on the bar right now… up the stairs I go, with a glass.
Just in case (I had a feeling) I didn’t park in the garage tonight. Parked the car around the corner, behind one of our neighbor’s shed. Premeditated? Okay… guilty. But when she pulls in to the garage, I doubt she will think I’m home yet…
Bottle of wine and a glass… put both down on the small reading table upstairs. Time for that later…
I’m pretty sure I won’t need a tie for this right now, so away it goes. I’ll relax a bit before she arrives… but not too much. There are things to prepare. Off to the closet: reach back to grab the box behind the small stack of bed sheets. She hasn’t looked back there in some time, I would imagine… and would she notice such a small unmarked box back there, anyway?
The box is open… the new toys are out! Setting up the bed… short lengths of rope tied off and intertwined with padded cuffs, recently purchased. She won’t see this coming... who sees this sort of thing on a Tuesday, anyway!
Back downstairs… open the front door to have a look around. Nope, she’s not home yet.
Out to open the attic above the garage. Up the ladder… light's on; heading to the back corner of the attic, behind the old dusty luggage and the unused skis. There they are! The newly made small wooden foot stocks, the ones I put together just three weeks ago while she was away!
My hands are shaking a little… the anticipation is starting to get to me. My senses seem to be heightened… every car that drives by on the street sounds just like hers.
The attic is now closed. Lights are off in the garage again, and the door is locked. Just like when we left for work this morning.
I'm back inside with the stocks; straight upstairs, into the bedroom. Everything looks just fine, as far as I can tell. The stage is set, and I believe that I am ready… but I am just missing one really important thing.
Now I grab the blindfold… and wait patiently by the front door.
I'm sure it is going to be a fine evening…
______________________
I hear the garage door closing outside… finally, she is home. My heartbeat races a little as I hear her heels clicking on the sidewalk, coming closer and closer. Keys rattle in the lock, and the door almost opens into me as I step eagerly forward.
As the blindfold slips around her eyes, she jumps a little, but then a smile slowly spreads across her face as I press against her body. “Oh, I see” she says knowingly, “someone has some plans for this evening, I suppose”.
Upstairs we go… I lead. Pour her a little wine and offer it to her. She accepts and sips it quietly, still blindfolded.
“Well” I offer, “I don’t believe you’ll be needing those clothes for a little while. Let me help…”
I relish the time it takes to remove her jacket, skirt, and blouse. She does look quite fetching standing there in heels, panties, and a bra. Especially with the blindfold. She’ll look even better in just a few minutes…
“Are you cold?” I ask. I emphasize my words as I place my hands on her bra, brushing against her hardened nipples as I take care of the last bits of clothing. There’s that smile I love to see again…
I lead her to the bed, heart hammering in my chest. Her wrists go into the cuffs effortlessly, both hands secured together to the headboard. Time for a quick test… my hand wanders purposefully down to her armpit, where I am rewarded by a gasp, a giggle, and a little frenzied movement away from my touch. Up comes her knee…
“Oh no…we can’t have that.” I scold teasingly. “Now let’s see what else we can do to make sure you don’t go wandering off, huh?”
I stretch her body out towards the footboard, attaching the cuffs to her ankles. I watch the corners of her mouth frown just a little as I secure the ankle cuffs together and tie the rope to footboard. She’s now perfectly immobile, but she seems a little confused.
“What’s this?” she queries. “I thought you’d want my legs spread wide?”
“Plenty of time for that later, my dear. I’ve got other plans for you right now… oh, and I don’t think I need any more inputs from you for a bit.”
She looks just a little annoyed as I slip the recently purchased ball gag into her mouth. We had both ‘played’ with light bondage in the past, but this time will be a little different. I know that she’s not used to me taking things this far…
I take a moment to look my prize over from head to toe. All mine. I move a chair to the foot of the bed and sit facing her beautiful size 6 feet. As she feels my warm breath on her toes, I see the realization on her face that she is in for a long night…
Hey everyone... long time viewer, first time poster. Here is the first (and possibly last, depending on your comments) input to this website. There are some pretty talented writers on this site, and they should be acknowledged! On the other hand, there are those of us that wonder what really works in this environment, so we try the occassional post... and continue to wonder ourselves.
Obviously, your feedback is appreciated, as it is with most of the folks that post here.
Just Another Day
Ten minutes after six. It's good to be home after a long day. Keys in the ceramic bowl in the kitchen, wallet out and placed on the countertop nearby, just like any other night. Dropping the bottle of wine for the evening on the bar in the living room… I’ll get that opened in a few minutes.
Quick look around… tentative inquiry to see if she has made it home… no, she’s not here just yet. Phone check… no missed calls, no unread messages. A little free time until she gets in. Wait… My mind kicks into ‘overdrive’…
This could be the night. No, this will be the night. Retract the keys from the bowl… pick the wallet back up. Open the wine, but let’s not leave it to breathe on the bar right now… up the stairs I go, with a glass.
Just in case (I had a feeling) I didn’t park in the garage tonight. Parked the car around the corner, behind one of our neighbor’s shed. Premeditated? Okay… guilty. But when she pulls in to the garage, I doubt she will think I’m home yet…
Bottle of wine and a glass… put both down on the small reading table upstairs. Time for that later…
I’m pretty sure I won’t need a tie for this right now, so away it goes. I’ll relax a bit before she arrives… but not too much. There are things to prepare. Off to the closet: reach back to grab the box behind the small stack of bed sheets. She hasn’t looked back there in some time, I would imagine… and would she notice such a small unmarked box back there, anyway?
The box is open… the new toys are out! Setting up the bed… short lengths of rope tied off and intertwined with padded cuffs, recently purchased. She won’t see this coming... who sees this sort of thing on a Tuesday, anyway!
Back downstairs… open the front door to have a look around. Nope, she’s not home yet.
Out to open the attic above the garage. Up the ladder… light's on; heading to the back corner of the attic, behind the old dusty luggage and the unused skis. There they are! The newly made small wooden foot stocks, the ones I put together just three weeks ago while she was away!
My hands are shaking a little… the anticipation is starting to get to me. My senses seem to be heightened… every car that drives by on the street sounds just like hers.
The attic is now closed. Lights are off in the garage again, and the door is locked. Just like when we left for work this morning.
I'm back inside with the stocks; straight upstairs, into the bedroom. Everything looks just fine, as far as I can tell. The stage is set, and I believe that I am ready… but I am just missing one really important thing.
Now I grab the blindfold… and wait patiently by the front door.
I'm sure it is going to be a fine evening…
______________________
I hear the garage door closing outside… finally, she is home. My heartbeat races a little as I hear her heels clicking on the sidewalk, coming closer and closer. Keys rattle in the lock, and the door almost opens into me as I step eagerly forward.
As the blindfold slips around her eyes, she jumps a little, but then a smile slowly spreads across her face as I press against her body. “Oh, I see” she says knowingly, “someone has some plans for this evening, I suppose”.
Upstairs we go… I lead. Pour her a little wine and offer it to her. She accepts and sips it quietly, still blindfolded.
“Well” I offer, “I don’t believe you’ll be needing those clothes for a little while. Let me help…”
I relish the time it takes to remove her jacket, skirt, and blouse. She does look quite fetching standing there in heels, panties, and a bra. Especially with the blindfold. She’ll look even better in just a few minutes…
“Are you cold?” I ask. I emphasize my words as I place my hands on her bra, brushing against her hardened nipples as I take care of the last bits of clothing. There’s that smile I love to see again…
I lead her to the bed, heart hammering in my chest. Her wrists go into the cuffs effortlessly, both hands secured together to the headboard. Time for a quick test… my hand wanders purposefully down to her armpit, where I am rewarded by a gasp, a giggle, and a little frenzied movement away from my touch. Up comes her knee…
“Oh no…we can’t have that.” I scold teasingly. “Now let’s see what else we can do to make sure you don’t go wandering off, huh?”
I stretch her body out towards the footboard, attaching the cuffs to her ankles. I watch the corners of her mouth frown just a little as I secure the ankle cuffs together and tie the rope to footboard. She’s now perfectly immobile, but she seems a little confused.
“What’s this?” she queries. “I thought you’d want my legs spread wide?”
“Plenty of time for that later, my dear. I’ve got other plans for you right now… oh, and I don’t think I need any more inputs from you for a bit.”
She looks just a little annoyed as I slip the recently purchased ball gag into her mouth. We had both ‘played’ with light bondage in the past, but this time will be a little different. I know that she’s not used to me taking things this far…
I take a moment to look my prize over from head to toe. All mine. I move a chair to the foot of the bed and sit facing her beautiful size 6 feet. As she feels my warm breath on her toes, I see the realization on her face that she is in for a long night…
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