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for aloner at Christmas...s
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for aloner at Christmas...s Stocking Stuffer...s.. Aloner had finished setting out the gifts, and stuffing the stockings. She knew the would be waking up in just six hours and the bedlam would reign, but for the moment she was enjoying the stillness. The decorated tree was aglow, and the room seemed almost suffused with a quiet joy. The knock at the door startled her. Who the heck shows up at two minutes to midnight on Christmas eve? She was adventurous, but not stupid. She peered through the spy hole first. The Santa hat was too much, but He was holding a Christmas Stocking. She stared at him for a few moments, enjoying the delay in opening the door. He stared at the viewer, as though knowing that she was there. "I didn't expect you." She said, opening the door. "Obviously." He smiled looking at the sweat pants and Christmas tee that she wore. "You didn't call." "No." A. stepped back and watched Him walk into the living room. He seemed to absorb the whole room in a moment, somehow, making it his own. She always wondered how He did that. "Can I get you something?" He smiled. She stared at the stocking in His hands. A little larger than the ' but traditional red felt and white satin.. with a scripted A. "For me?" He shrugged, handing her the stocking. At the top were some fancy imported chocolates. A felt her mouth water, but didn't open them. Next came a pair of padded hand cuffs. She smiled. This was more what she had expected. R. took the cuffs and affixed them to her wrists, placing the key in His pocket. A. smiled. The cuffs had a three foot length of chain so she had no problem opening the stocking. Next was a ball gag and a blind fold. He put on the gag, but left the blindfold at her forehead. The next item was a small leather bag, which He took from her and put on the arm of the chair. She wanted to ask, but already was getting into the moment and knew she would not. As she reached into the stocking for the last item, He gripped her hand through the felt. She looked up into his hungry eyes. Pulling the stocking away from her, He grasped the chain and pulled her against himself. A. came willingly, She smiled around the gag as He slid the blindfold into place. Pulling her by the links that held her hands, He led her to the basement door. She heard the door open then the chain being raised, drawing her arms up and drawing her against the door. She knew there was a strong hook, for winter gear, on the inside of the door. She knew He had put it there. She wasn't at all surprized that the length of the chain was just enough to keep her suspended on her toes. She felt the tee being raised as His hands wandered possessively and lingeringly over her breasts and nipples and across her back. He had always told her how much He loved the muscles of her back. A. felt something being rubbed over her skin. She realized it was the leather bag that He had set aside. Something was inside of it, but she could not tell what it was. The soft leather on her sensitive skin was already heightening her awareness. She squirmed. Then He was opening the bag, and she heard and felt it drop at her feet. Then she felt nothing... He knew this drove her crazy. He was waiting... making her wait... tingling, aching, longing for the next moment. She felt his hands at her waistband and her sweatpants were drawn down to pool around her feet. The cool air on her naked ass was a promise and a tease. She moaned into her gag. Then she felt the lightest touch on the rise of her ass. A long pause, then another touch. Soft, brushing, then slowly drawn across her lovely ass, and as her mind registered the feel of the cat on her skin, His hand brought it down across her soft skin in a sharp slap that sent a tremor through her legs and her body. Then the cat crossed her back and her thighs, and as she writhed and curled her body, the cat found more places to play; now her nipples, the soft flesh of her abdomen, the sensitive skin under her arms. There was no way to know where it would land, next, or when. A. was trembling when He finally stopped. Her whole being was aglow, even more than the Christmas tree. She didn't know if He was just teasing, or was done, or.... Then she felt his hand on her moist pussy, caressing and probing. She felt Him find that spot, and she trembled as He knowingly played her like a violin. The first orgasm took her by surprize, but He persisted, and as she found herself rising to the next level, as his fingers pinched her nipples and his teeth nipped at the muscles of her neck and shoulders, A. felt his hardness press between her legs and she spread them as far as she could in her position as he filled her and then stroked and drove her into a trembling mind-numbing orgasm that left them both delightfully drained. He left her hanging, as he got the moist towel and cleaned her up. Then He released her and left her to draw herself together. Back in the living room, he was holding the stocking. A. could see that there was something still in the toe. He dangled it, and she approached, wondering. She reached into the stocking. The small box was deep red and well constructed. Within, on a velvet pad, lay a silver collar with their initials entwined upon it. Her hands shook as she held it. Her eyes sought his. He took the collar from her and she felt it click around her neck and the sound was the happiest sound she had ever heard. ............... just a tale... but a nice one...s.... Merry Christmas... Rory |
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