subaudacious: When I arrived home that night, he told me he had a surprise for me, and instructed me
subaudacious: When I arrived home that night, he told me he had a surprise for me, and instructed me to go get changed. I made my way back to the bedroom to find a slinky little black dress laid out on the bed, with matching heels on the floor beside it. I smiled as I pulled off my work clothes and walked toward the bed, only to discover a little note on top of the dress. “Don’t bother with underwear, Pet. -Owner” A thrill ran through me, and I set the note aside, pulling off my underwear and bra as well. I slid the dress over my head, feeling the slick material on every curve of my body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped my feet into the heels, buckling the straps, and then stood up. When I made my way out of the bedroom, he was waiting for me in the hall. He held out his hand for mine, and when I took it, he squeezed my hand briefly, and led me down the hall and into the dining room. I smiled at the romantic layout: candles in the middle of the table, our “fancy” china laid out with linen napkins, a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket of ice. And then I noticed the extra additions sitting beside what had to be my place setting. Two pairs of cuffs sat on top of the folded napkin, the black leather a stark contrast to the white linen beneath it. He led me over to the table and pulled out my chair, where I discovered a dildo (the sort of the suction cup base) stuck to the seat. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want to own and pamper you tonight.” Another thrill ran through me as I lifted my dress to sit down on the chair. My pussy clenched around the object inside of me as I sat, adjusting to it, moistening around it. When I was seated so that my bare ass was flush against the wooden seat of the chair, I adjusted the skirt of my dress, and looked back up at him. He took the smaller cuffs, and buckled them around my wrists, pulling them tight. Then, he pulled my hands behind my back, and hooked the two cuffs together around the bar in the chair back. Picking up the other two cuffs, he knelt, and buckled them around my ankles, threading a short chain around the bar of the chair legs before attaching it to both cuffs. “I don’t want you to lift a finger, my pet.” With that, he kissed the top of my head, and sat in his chair next to mine, spending the dinner carefully feeding me while I sat helpless beside him. Wow! Hot! -- source link