Eve Langlais - Holiday Kink

With a jolt I realized Andrew was looking at me expectantly over the dinner table. Did I say or do something to give myself away?

“I’m sorry, I was woolgathering. You were saying?”

“What do you say we adjourn upstairs?” He said with bright, expectant eyes.

I smiled and rose to clasp his hand. How could I have forgotten? It was Friday night. Time for our weekly bump and grind.

Yawn. Maybe after he fell asleep, I’d go back to my office with my vibrator and masturbate to the glow of my laptop screen. The thought at least lubed me.

When out in the club there arose such a clatter,

I sprang up in stilettos to see who begged to be battered.

Down the stairs I flew, to check on my flock,

Disarming the alarm and opening the lock.

Neon light on the breast of sleeping Doe

Gave lustre to her peeking nipple below.

When what to my mascaraed eyes should appear

But a solidly built giant with an eight-inch spear.

Christmas morning arrived and for the first time in over twenty years, Andrew and I were actually alone. The kids had chosen to spend this day with their significant others, so Andrew and I took our time getting up. At our age, holidays didn’t have the same excitement of youth.

I made coffee and some toasted BLTs for us before we even ventured into the living room, where out of habit I’d decorated a tree. We sat on the couch and exchanged presents.

The gifts were predictable. New perfume for me. Watch for him. Ooh, new kitchen appliance for me. Power tool for him. On and on it went, boring but comfortable. So comfortable, my mind wandered.

Our tree glowed with older style bulbs as I hadn’t yet caved to the LED fad. As Andrew played with his newest garage addition, I wandered over to the tree and stroked a red bulb. Hot enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to burn. I wondered what it would feel like to have a whole strand of lights wrapped around my body. Oh how delicious to be bound with winding, colorful lights, the hot bulbs awakening my body with a little pain. I imagined it would be similar to hot wax, something I’d recently tried-by myself of course. I’d lit a candle in the bathroom as I took a bath and dripped the melted liquid onto my breasts. I’d hissed with pain even as my whole body tightened in pleasure. I had wondered since what it would feel like to have someone else dribble the heated stuff on my body, perhaps as I was tied up and helpless.

I came back to reality with a shudder of pleasure I hoped Andrew hadn’t seen. I couldn’t however stop the gush of moisture between my thighs and I clamped my pelvic muscles tight, wishing I’d inserted my mini vibrator inside so I could have really enjoyed myself.

I went back to opening my gifts and pretending enthusiasm, all the while plotting a bathroom escape under the guise of a bath where I’d give myself an orgasmic Christmas present.

I made sure we quickly finished opening the remaining presents, eager to escape. Standing and staring at the tree, I took a sip of coffee preparing to excuse myself when Andrew broke tradition. He slapped me on the ass-hard-and I almost spit out my mouthful of coffee.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said with a wink as he left the room. When he came back, the sting of cold from the garage where he’d disappeared to for a moment wafted into the room with him and made me shiver. What the hell is he up to? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was excited-sexually. And since when does he slap my ass? A better question, how could I get him to do it again and again and…

Caught up in a mental video of Andrew spanking me, I didn’t react at first when he placed a large box in front of me wrapped with black shiny paper and a blood red bow. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but I admit, I found myself intrigued.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Open it and see.” His eyes glittered with excitement and, oh my god, yes, he was tenting his robe.

I smiled at him with fondness. He’d probably bought me some lingerie, the dear man, and expected some Christmas morning nookie. I’d give him credit for surprising me. I opened the box and I didn’t have to feign shock. My jaw dropped. I think I gasped. I know I definitely creamed myself.

I reached in and pulled out a folded pile of buttery leather and shook it out. I recognized the outfit immediately. It was a maid’s outfit replete with a tiny scalloped apron and cap. I’d admired it just the week before in the window display of the sex shop downtown.

“Keep going,” he said in an oddly strangled voice. I glanced up at him and saw his eyes glittering. The tent in his robe was even more pronounced.

I looked back into the box and caught my breath as I pulled out a latex flog, a set of four manacles, and a string of anal beads. My pussy clenched so tight, I think I might have come a little just from handling these fantasy items. But how had he known what to buy? Could Andrew have been hiding a secret yen and just now decided to surprise me with it?

“Strip.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said in a firm voice he rarely used around me. “Get undressed right here, right now.”

I didn’t recognize this flinty eyed Dom staring down at me, but he was a refreshing change from my husband. I put up token resistance to see what he would do. “But the neighbors,” I protested.

With firm, rough hands, he pulled me up from the couch and said in a gruff voice. “Strip now or I won’t give you what you need.”

What does he think I need? I knew what I needed, a good hard fuck. I was so excited. I didn’t know what game Andrew played, but I definitely wanted to join in. I was acutely aware of the large bay window covered only in filmy curtains. It added to my excitement as I stood and stripped out my two-piece pajamas until I stood nude-and horny. The cool air of the room pimpled my skin and tightened my nipples. My legs trembled as I awaited what my suddenly unpredictable-and suddenly superbly hot-husband would order me to do next.

“Put the outfit on.”

I leaned over to grab the soft leather when a sharp sting on my left buttock made me suck in a breath. I straightened to give Andrew a shocked look.

“You will answer ‘Yes, Sir’, when I speak to you.”

Oh yeah, I definitely came a little with his words, and my mouth was dry when I replied, “Yes, Sir.”

I dressed quickly in the outfit. It fit perfectly even if it was a tad short and low cut. I smoothed my hands over the supple material and smiled up at him coyly. “Now what would you like me to do, Sir? ” Just saying his new title excited me. I wondered what else he had in store for me.

In a day already full of shockers, Andrew unbelted his robe and dropped it to the floor. I almost fainted when I saw what he wore.

Merry Christmas to me.

Imposing in bearing, and barking orders quick

I knew in a moment this must be Master Nick.

More endowed than a porn star, across the floor he came

And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.

Now Doe and Mary, Angie and Trish

Up John and Robert, Brody and Dick.

On the floor before me, or up against the wall

Wake up and obey me, or face the sting of my flog.

For his age, Andrew had a great body, which he kept fit by going regularly to the gym. Over his powerful physique-most commonly seen in dress shirts and slacks-he wore leather straps with metal studs. His nipples- oh my god -were newly pierced with silver rings, and when my gaze followed the tapering of his torso, my excitement almost overflowed for he wore tight leather shorts with a strategically placed hole through which sprang his engorged cock. I pinched myself, sure I was dreaming.