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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Place Setting (story)


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......

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