I’m starting to wake up. It’s still dark outside. I start to drift off when I sense movement in the bedroom. She walks in, carrying a candle. She sets it down and I am beginning to realize something special is happening. I hope, really hope, she is wearing her necklace with that important key. She moves to her side of the bed and turns on some nice, soft music. She crawls into bed and snuggles up to me. It has been a long lockup, and I am shaking in anticipation. She begins to kiss and stroke me. She teases the inside of my thighs and nipples. They are so sensitive and I begin to shake. She keeps at this for a bit. Then, she says; “roll onto your stomach.” I do as directed. I can feel her lifting one wrist, then the other. Then the cuffs are locked on. This is NOT what I was hoping for. She continues to tease me. Right up to the point the first stroke of her paddle hits. I can tell she is using the light weight leather one, the one with holes so it can swing faster. Man, I already know, this thing has a nasty “snap”. She has her way, gives me a kiss, blows out the candle, turns off the music, then leaves! I am left, cuffed, and stinging. I get some alone time to be awestruck over this wonderful woman. She eventually returns. My joints are stiff, yet I am almost disappointed to be released. My frustration level and need for release is off the charts. Yet I love love this woman that torments me so.
Yes, there is. This morning she started out the same way, candles, music. But, this time she had her key! She keeps me guessing.