danimal3378
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I come home on a crisp, fall day. As I climb up the steps I see a large wooden box with a note pinned to the side. I pick it up and carry it into the living room. "Honey, I'm home." I yell as I enter. As you walk in to great me I am just finishing reading the note. A puzzled look is on my face." Hi babe." you utter as you wrap one arm around me and kiss my cheek. "What's in the box?" you ask.
"I don't know" I reply. "It was on the porch when I got home." I set down the note and begin to open the box. Ripping into the packaging so that I can see what is inside.
I get the box open and then look inside. My mouth falls open in surprise. You look over my shoulder. Your nose wrinkled in puzzlement. "What is it sweetie?" you ask.
I tilt the box so that you can see, not wanting to spoil the surprise. You lift one of the items out of the box. You hold it up in front of yourself. "It looks like a suit." you say, turning it around you see the long zipper up the back. “It's clearly not made for a man's figure. In fact it looks like it would fit me, albeit very snugly.” you say. "Well, perhaps you should try it on so we can get a better look at what it is" I recommend.
"Do you think so?" you ask, "It's a bit slutty don't you think? What does the note say?” you ask pondering who sent it. The note said "Thanks for all your hard work this year Dan. Time to relax though, we don't want you burned out!" "It almost seems like it was sent by my boss." I reply. "You didn't see who dropped it off, did you?"
"No I didn't, I was in the kitchen most of the day." you say. "You have been working too hard." you utter, agreeing with the note. Your hands moving up to my shoulders, "and you're so tense!" "There is just so much going on right now, and beside - I enjoy it." I roll my head, cracking my neck. Suddenly realizing just how tense I've been.
You pick up the catsuit again and look at it. "Well, let me see." you say cryptically lifting the box and head to the stairs. "You stay down here hun." "Ok, I'll be right here" I nod at the chair. I walk to the kitchen and grab a beer from the refrigerator, and then return to sit and the chair and wait. You head up the stairs as I relax. I wait patiently as I sip my beer. My eyes fluttering shut as I tire to fight the weariness of the long day of work. The occasional bumps from above jolting me back to life. Suddenly I realize how long it's been, and I walk to the bottom of the stairs. "Everything ok sweetie"
As I start up the stairs I hear you call out "Can you come up now babe?" “On my way" I reply bounding up the stair taking two at time. I push at the bedroom door and slowly peer in. "Honey?" I see you, kneeling on the end of our bed, wearing a black latex catsuit. It so tight it is like a second skin, the light from the window reflecting blue from the surface. Every curve of your body, your breasts, your hips and even the outline of your pussy visible through the material. Your long blonde hair is tied back in a pony tail and lies across your shoulders. My mouth falls open and I breathe "wow."
Your cheek is down against the sheets, your bottom raised up high. "It's beautiful" you whisper, your voice full of something I’ve rarely heard from you. "It feels wonderful" you say. I look around and notice that the box has gone, but on the heavy, polished wooden chest of drawers the contents have been laid out carefully as if in display.
"What is all this I ask?" noticing the objects on the dresser. You run your hands across your bottom and into the small of your back. "Cuff me Master" you whisper, your eyes half closed. I move swiftly to the dresser swiftly, picking up the objects one by one and inspecting them, gently setting them back in their place. I finish with a pair of hand-cuffs. Black leather bonds that go around your wrists, and a cold, steel chain between
I pick them up and walk up to you, the leather straps around your right wrist, a cold snap as the steel bindings spring together, tightening the leather around your willowy writs. As I fasten them tightly around your wrists you flex your arms, moaning softly as you pull against the bonds. You press back against me, pressing your bottom against my hips, the silver zipper vanishing between your legs. "Mmm," I moan as I inspect the tightness of the bonds holding your arms in place. My hand starts at your shoulder and trace down your back, feeling the latex taunt against your skin. My hand drifts lower until it is on your ass.
You draw in breathe, writhing under my touch. "Would you like to spank me Master?" you ask coyly "Yes" I reply coolly. "I will spank you." I respond authoritatively. My hand rises off of you, poised in the air behind you. You giggle delightedly and raise your bottom higher for me. My hand slaps firmly into you. The echo thundering against the silence of the room. You moan as you feel my hand slapping against your bottom. You pull away for a moment and then push back against me. "On my skin!" you beg. I give another firm slap. You whimper and whisper “I love you.” “I love you too sweetie." I reply. My hand searches for your zipper, looking to free you, so you can feel the sting as my hand hits your flesh. After a little struggle and some fumbling I find the zipper. I slowly begin to slide it back and up, around the curve of your ass. You wiggle your bottom as I open my gift.
The tightness of the latex suit begins to slacken slightly. A small gap appears and I peer through it at your delectable bottom. You giggle again as my hand strokes your bottom. "Your hands are cold!" I chuckle at your comment - "sorry" I remove my hand from your bottom and bring it to my mouth, breathing several hot breaths on them and then rubbing them together. After about few repetitions I say "there, that should help." I raise my hand and deliver firm hot slap to your bare flesh. "That should help the chill I left" You cry out "Harder, please!" I raise my hand again - firmly it crashes to your ass. I bite my bottom lip - concerned that I could hurt you, but wanting to feel my hand hit you, to deliver pain and pleasure in one swift stroke. "That's it." you repeat again and again breathlessly. You feel your bottom beginning to burn. My hand crashes down into you - watching a warm pink hue develop across your bottom.
I glance over to the dresser. You see my glance and ask archly, "Something you'd like to do to me Master?" "Go fetch" I say - swatting you onto your way. "Choose wisely." You stand awkwardly with the cuffs tight in the small of your back, your bare ass hanging from the suit. You make your way across to the dresser tottering on the heels. You barely hesitate before bending your head and lifting an object in your mouth. You turn and come back to me, as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait. Kneeling down between my legs and softly place the object on my lap.
"I don't know" I reply. "It was on the porch when I got home." I set down the note and begin to open the box. Ripping into the packaging so that I can see what is inside.
I get the box open and then look inside. My mouth falls open in surprise. You look over my shoulder. Your nose wrinkled in puzzlement. "What is it sweetie?" you ask.
I tilt the box so that you can see, not wanting to spoil the surprise. You lift one of the items out of the box. You hold it up in front of yourself. "It looks like a suit." you say, turning it around you see the long zipper up the back. “It's clearly not made for a man's figure. In fact it looks like it would fit me, albeit very snugly.” you say. "Well, perhaps you should try it on so we can get a better look at what it is" I recommend.
"Do you think so?" you ask, "It's a bit slutty don't you think? What does the note say?” you ask pondering who sent it. The note said "Thanks for all your hard work this year Dan. Time to relax though, we don't want you burned out!" "It almost seems like it was sent by my boss." I reply. "You didn't see who dropped it off, did you?"
"No I didn't, I was in the kitchen most of the day." you say. "You have been working too hard." you utter, agreeing with the note. Your hands moving up to my shoulders, "and you're so tense!" "There is just so much going on right now, and beside - I enjoy it." I roll my head, cracking my neck. Suddenly realizing just how tense I've been.
You pick up the catsuit again and look at it. "Well, let me see." you say cryptically lifting the box and head to the stairs. "You stay down here hun." "Ok, I'll be right here" I nod at the chair. I walk to the kitchen and grab a beer from the refrigerator, and then return to sit and the chair and wait. You head up the stairs as I relax. I wait patiently as I sip my beer. My eyes fluttering shut as I tire to fight the weariness of the long day of work. The occasional bumps from above jolting me back to life. Suddenly I realize how long it's been, and I walk to the bottom of the stairs. "Everything ok sweetie"
As I start up the stairs I hear you call out "Can you come up now babe?" “On my way" I reply bounding up the stair taking two at time. I push at the bedroom door and slowly peer in. "Honey?" I see you, kneeling on the end of our bed, wearing a black latex catsuit. It so tight it is like a second skin, the light from the window reflecting blue from the surface. Every curve of your body, your breasts, your hips and even the outline of your pussy visible through the material. Your long blonde hair is tied back in a pony tail and lies across your shoulders. My mouth falls open and I breathe "wow."
Your cheek is down against the sheets, your bottom raised up high. "It's beautiful" you whisper, your voice full of something I’ve rarely heard from you. "It feels wonderful" you say. I look around and notice that the box has gone, but on the heavy, polished wooden chest of drawers the contents have been laid out carefully as if in display.
"What is all this I ask?" noticing the objects on the dresser. You run your hands across your bottom and into the small of your back. "Cuff me Master" you whisper, your eyes half closed. I move swiftly to the dresser swiftly, picking up the objects one by one and inspecting them, gently setting them back in their place. I finish with a pair of hand-cuffs. Black leather bonds that go around your wrists, and a cold, steel chain between
I pick them up and walk up to you, the leather straps around your right wrist, a cold snap as the steel bindings spring together, tightening the leather around your willowy writs. As I fasten them tightly around your wrists you flex your arms, moaning softly as you pull against the bonds. You press back against me, pressing your bottom against my hips, the silver zipper vanishing between your legs. "Mmm," I moan as I inspect the tightness of the bonds holding your arms in place. My hand starts at your shoulder and trace down your back, feeling the latex taunt against your skin. My hand drifts lower until it is on your ass.
You draw in breathe, writhing under my touch. "Would you like to spank me Master?" you ask coyly "Yes" I reply coolly. "I will spank you." I respond authoritatively. My hand rises off of you, poised in the air behind you. You giggle delightedly and raise your bottom higher for me. My hand slaps firmly into you. The echo thundering against the silence of the room. You moan as you feel my hand slapping against your bottom. You pull away for a moment and then push back against me. "On my skin!" you beg. I give another firm slap. You whimper and whisper “I love you.” “I love you too sweetie." I reply. My hand searches for your zipper, looking to free you, so you can feel the sting as my hand hits your flesh. After a little struggle and some fumbling I find the zipper. I slowly begin to slide it back and up, around the curve of your ass. You wiggle your bottom as I open my gift.
The tightness of the latex suit begins to slacken slightly. A small gap appears and I peer through it at your delectable bottom. You giggle again as my hand strokes your bottom. "Your hands are cold!" I chuckle at your comment - "sorry" I remove my hand from your bottom and bring it to my mouth, breathing several hot breaths on them and then rubbing them together. After about few repetitions I say "there, that should help." I raise my hand and deliver firm hot slap to your bare flesh. "That should help the chill I left" You cry out "Harder, please!" I raise my hand again - firmly it crashes to your ass. I bite my bottom lip - concerned that I could hurt you, but wanting to feel my hand hit you, to deliver pain and pleasure in one swift stroke. "That's it." you repeat again and again breathlessly. You feel your bottom beginning to burn. My hand crashes down into you - watching a warm pink hue develop across your bottom.
I glance over to the dresser. You see my glance and ask archly, "Something you'd like to do to me Master?" "Go fetch" I say - swatting you onto your way. "Choose wisely." You stand awkwardly with the cuffs tight in the small of your back, your bare ass hanging from the suit. You make your way across to the dresser tottering on the heels. You barely hesitate before bending your head and lifting an object in your mouth. You turn and come back to me, as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait. Kneeling down between my legs and softly place the object on my lap.
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