But let`s start at the beginning: Friday evening I had planned to relax a little and stay at home, partially because my girl was supposed to come over saturday afternoon (she is living about an hour by car away, but since she is studying at the university in my city, she usually comes over afterwards almost every day, but weekends together are fairly rare). But as things go, at about 8 in the evening my phone rang and a friend invited me spontaneously to join in on her birthday party. Long story short - I spent the whole night without a minute of sleep and had a few glasses of beer - and with glasses I mean litres.
When I finally arrived at home, I was looking forward to 4, maybe 5 hours of sleep at best, followed by a hangover that was already starting to claim attention. So I entered my flat, paying no attention whatsoever to my surroundings and hustling towards my bedroom.
When I opened the bedroom door, something was weird. A faint scent of sleep and soft breathing noises drew my eyes to my bed. Although it was
dark inside the bedroom, I could see my girl lying on the bed. Still not paying much attention to my surroundings, I quietly shuffled back out to remove my boots so I would not wake her up. As I passed by the living room table again, I noticed a scrap of paper on the desk.It read, roughly translated:
"Hi Grinser [name changed], it is 10PM on friday evening right now. I came over earlier to surprise you, but obviously you are out. Since you forgot your cell phone, I cannot call you either, so I am going to have some fun on my own :p .
I know you are expecting me around 2PM, so I suppose you will be home somewhen in the morning hours at least to find me. I hope you do not mind me searching through your toy box, but if you do, feel free to punish me."
Needless to say I was sober in an instant (no headache without blood in your head, anyway) and rushed, now without my heavy boots, into the
bedroom again to have a second look at the sleeping figure on my bed. In the dim light I could see her lying on the bed, not covered by a blanket or anything else, including clothes. Then I saw the wide locking leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were chained and locked to the headboard, her ankles were slightly spread and attached to the bedposts on the other side of the bed.
That was the moment when I realised, that this morning was going to be better than I thought.
Since she was still asleep, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, sat down in my arm chair and leaned back to watch her sleep for a while and think about a suitable punishment for using my toys and spoiling a well-earned hangover
As I was sitting in that chair, watching her sleep peacefully, all chained up in self-bondage, her slim, well-trained, petite body
occasionally straining against it`s bonds in her sleep, her face covered in her blonde hair and listened to the tingling of the chains, I really thought I was in heaven. Dammit, I like that woman!
I do not know how long I had been admiring her like that, when she finally woke up. She yawned and tried to roll over, but of course she was stopped by the chains. That was my signal - I lifted my hand and jingled the keys to her locks, which she had carefully left by her message.
When she discovered me, she just smiled at me and seductively wriggled in her bonds. As my head started emptying of blood again, I thought
to myself "If she asks you for anything right now, you know damn well you won`t say no." And as if she had read my thoughts, right in that moment she purred "are you going to punish me for taking your toys?"
... Perfect!
Without speaking a word, I grabbed the blindfold from my toybox, leaned over her and smiled my most wicked smile as I put it on her.
I spent the next half hour teasing her and watching her struggle to lead my fingers and lips where she wanted them the most until her
moans almost turned into screams of frustration. At that point I broke my silence: "No, dear, I am not going to punish you. I am very
pleased with you indeed. In fact, I am going to reward you..." she yelled out in anticipation "...by serving you breakfast in bed. I´ll be right back from the bakery, don`t run off." And with this I bit my lip, rushed out of the flat and burst into laughter.
The report might be continued later on, there is a lot of stories to tell about that day, but right now I am about 50 hours without sleep and I can hear those frustrated moans again, so those stories will have to be told another day.
