You can
be so mean, so cruel. You make me watch you eat the dinner I made
for you. But I can't eat. I can't drink. I'm only allowed to
watch....
I made
you the dinner you like. I had to start last night. I made the
honey mustard marinade from scratch: pepper, vinegar, honey and Dijon
mustard over a low flame. I let it cool and threw in the thin slices
of pork and let it sit overnight. After cooking the pork up, with
green beans and sliced, rosemary red potatoes, I placed it on the
table. I poured you a glass of Boom Boom Syrah.
I
quickly changed into the clothes you wanted me to wear and stood by
the table, hands behind me, wrists crossed, head bowed. You have me
wearing a long sleeved, high-necked, white blouse. A very short black
skirt. Black hose and black lace panties underneath, and black heels
with ankle straps.
When
you came in just as I was bowing my head, I waited for you to be
ready for dinner. When you came out of the bedroom, you had changed,
but you also brought out some of my gear. I was a little confused...
You
patted the table. I climbed onto it and knelt. You stood behind me
and used heavy, leather cuffs on my ankles, pulled my wrists behind
me an did the same. You locked me up with little padlocks. You
helped me to lay down on my stomach and lifted my chin up with one
finger.
I knew
what was coming next and obediently opened my mouth. You placed my
soft bit gag in, slowly pushing into the corners of my mouth, past my
teeth. You pulled the straps tight and buckled the gag. I let my
eyes close and a small moan escaped me.
You
pulled on the chain of my hand cuffs. At the same time you pressed
down on my legs. My arms were strained a little and my back bowed
somewhat, my head lifted higher off the table. Then I heard the loud
click of the final padlock. You had me in a simple and vicious
hogtie.
You
came back around and sat down to your dinner. You took a a sip of
wine and watched me for a few minutes. I made some small noises,
little moans of discomfort. I begged you a little with my eyes and
made the right noises to go along with the begging.
You
left the table. I gave it a minute before I started mmmphing your
name softly. Asking you from around the bit gag to come back. Soon,
I was just saying a gagged “please” over and over. I rewarded
you with a happy sigh when you came back.
You
placed a small dish under my chin. I sighed in a dismayed fashion;
you were going to keep like this for some time.
I
watched you eat slowly. Smiling. Savoring each bite that I was not
allowed to have. Sighing after each sip of red wine that I was not
allowed taste. I wanted it to. And my arms began to ache.
You
held the glass under my nose, letting me smell the deliciousness.
You took it away and I moaned loudly. And the first line of drool
came from over my lower lip, sliding down my chin and dripping onto
the plate below.
You
took another bite.
You are
so mean, so cruel. You can be so bad. You make me suffer the way I
like to. I love the way you make me hurt so I get that tight feeling
down there, making me wet. You smile as more drool cascades down.
You re-fill your glass. You make me hate you in a loving way.
After
dinner, I hope you let me show you how much I desperately hate you...
The
wine in the story:
It's
almost 6am, so I will be going to sleep. Dreaming, of leather,
lavender, soft lips on me, and murmured desires.
Gagged
kisses for those of you sleeping, going to sleep and just now waking
up...
….mmmmmpphhh......
