I looked at My watch and realized that she had been there long enough. After taking a final sip of coffee, I added a sweatshirt to My attire and stepped outside, locking the back door behind Me.
The autumn night was cool indeed. The first snow was probably only days away, much to My delight as that W/we could go skiing once again. A nice orange glow emanated from the moon as it rose above the tree line, illuminating the nearby clouds in a vision somewhat reminiscent of a fiery sunset.
I walked down the six stone steps to the patio, noting the flowers she cared for as if they were her own children. Such an ability with plants always struck Me, since virtually every plant I had tried to grow in My lifetime died within weeks... and usually sooner. her green thumb was just another of her many strengths.
her submission was another of her strengths. Selflessly, she gave complete control to Me. she allowed Me to guide her, mold her into My vision of a model slave. From the shy girl who transferred to My high school during My senior year to the shameless woman who always put Me first, her transformation had been awesome, and I still considered Myself incredibly lucky that fate had brought her into My life.
I arrived at the detached garage, the heavy black curtains making it almost impossible to see inside. Both cars were parked in the stone driveway, allowing plenty of room inside for O/our activity.
As quietly as possible, I slipped a key into the side door of the garage, and soon the door was fully open. At the center of the garage, My wife and slave sat, naked, upon a hard wooden chair. she was directly underneath a mini-spotlight I had rigged in the garage for scenes where I wanted her to feel more vulnerable. The spotlight beaming down upon her was so bright that she might have been able to just barely see the orange glow as I stepped through the door. If nothing else, she could certainly hear the door creaking softly open and My footsteps as I entered the garage, and then the door being closed and locked behind Me.
I watched from the shadows as her eyes followed the sound of My footsteps. I kept close to the wall, moving toward the back right corner of the garage where a large storage chest was kept. Clearly, she was eager yet nervous, for she had already sat here, naked, shivering slightly in the cool air of the garage, practically blinded by the spotlight for some forty-five minutes.
"your nipples are hard." Not a question, but a statement.
"Y-yes, Master."
"Good." I reached into the storage chest and felt for the battery-powered light mounted on the inside of its lid. At last able to see the contents of the chest, I gathered together several lengths of rope, then approached the stunning beauty under the spotlight. her short red hair revealed the silver earrings in the shape of a bound woman, a position in which she often found herself, especially on weekends.
I knelt beside the chair and took My time in securing her. First each ankle was lashed to a front leg of the chair. Then each forearm was lashed, both at the wrist and near the elbow - to an armrest. Clearly, she would not be moving from the chair until I released her, but I used yet another rope to secure her torso to the back of the chair, with rope both above and directly below her ample breasts, just below the base of her ribcage, and at the waist, with virtually no slack given to the ropes around her torso, causing her to grunt softly as the rope was forced into her chilled flesh.
"i'll probably still have rope marks in the morning, Sir."
"That's the plan," I admitted. "I want you to still remember this come morning."
Although I was kneeling behind the chair to tie the last of the ropes, I could hear her smile.
When I stood at last, I returned to the chest, and brought back two items: a blindfold, and a large vibrating egg. My bound slave smiled as I stepped into the light with these items, for she definitely enjoyed the size and the power of the egg, and she always enjoyed having her sight taken from her. Purposely teasing her, I set the egg and its attached control box on the seat of the chair, directly between her thighs, with the egg itself resting temptingly against her feminine folds. she sighed contentedly as I moved around the chair, out of her view, and carefully applied the blindfold to her head, plunging her into darkness despite the bright light shining down upon her.
Moving around to the front of the chair, I knelt between My slave's bound legs and spent a moment caressing her thighs. her sigh was soft and sirenic, a sound I could listen to throughout the night, but I had other ideas in mind.
...other ideas with most people not currently in the cool garage would not understand.
After a brief lick of her navel which elicited a quiet giggle, I began to stroke my loving slave, and was not really surprised to find that she was already a little wet. With her libido, I would not have expected anything less, for simply the anticipation of anything sex- or kink-related could make her passion flow like a mountain spring. Gently yet firmly, I massaged her precious womanhood, spreading her nectar, inhaling her natural scent, savoring the soft sounds tumbling from her lips, enjoying how the ropes prevented her from moving much against my fingers.
When I felt that she was ready at last, I picked up the vibrating egg and worked it against her feminine folds. Because she was already bound, it took a bit of effort from U/us B/both, but at last the large metallic egg was placed inside her, a thin cord connecting it with the control box dangling off the front of the chair.
"you may not cum until I grant you permission," I instructed her, and she nodded. I knew that she would obey, for she knew that punishments were severe indeed.
I showed her no mercy, immediately turning the power of the egg to full. Even lodge deep inside her body, I could hear the egg's incessant song somewhat clearly. Not surprisingly, she lurched upon the chair from the initial strong vibrations, so shocked from the full-blast power that her mouth was open but no sound emerged for several seconds as her body fought its bondage. When she did finally find her voice, it was a long, relatively low groan as she fought to comply with my instruction.
