I walk into our closet and Sir locks the door.
The sounds system is playing my favorite playlist.
He undresses me and touches my body.
He is gentile, loving, intoxicating.
He gives me the nipple clamps that hook onto the closet shelves.
"Put them on, fiona," he commands.
I put them on while Sir gets out the toys from his toy box.
He puts the blindfold on me and I'm lost.
He places cuffs on each wrist and I feel safe and secure.
He turns me around and places me up against the shelves.
He hooks my nipple clamps to the shelving
They pull, but not too much.
He hooks the wrist cuffs to the shelves above my tits.
He spanks me with his hand.
"You're going to spend the evening in here, fiona.
I'm going to go outside and play with the kids.
You stay right here. (like I could do anything else)
I'll come back and check on you."
He spanks the whole time he's talking.
He steps away and uses his broken crop on me.
It hurts...Really hurts.
I can't twist or turn or cover.
I'm stuck in place.
But the sting eventually turns to warmth.
He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
jiggles them slightly and the clamps are intense.
He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.
Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.
It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.