I took my time getting ready. I wanted to look gorgeous for Mark this evening. My parents were arriving tomorrow – Christmas Day – to enjoy the festivities with us. So, tonight was an opportunity for Mark and I to exchange gifts and have some Christmas fun on our own.
I dried myself from the shower and rubbed moisturiser into my soft skin. I giggled to myself as I selected a decadent red bra and thong, thinking this would definitely not get me on Santa’s Nice List. I slipped into a black wrap around dress that clung to my curves, and I let my long blonde hair fall loosely around my shoulders. Finally, some black hold ups and heels completed the outfit.
I walked downstairs and into the living room. A small gasp escaped my lips – it looked stunning with the Christmas tree lit up and little candles dotted all over the room. Mark turned as I entered, pulling me into an embrace and whispering to me, “You look utterly gorgeous and Happy Christmas.”
I smiled and my lips found his. He smelt and tasted delicious as we kissed. His hands started to run over the outline of my body, and we pressed closer against each other. Gradually his hands found the neckline of my dress and slipped inside it. His fingers delved inside my bra, exploring further until he found my hardening nipple. He stroked around it in indulgent circles, teasing at the swelling flesh. I could not help but moan softly. And then his grip tightened, catching my nipple tightly between his fingers. I yelped in response, and he laughed wolfishly.
He pulled away from me slightly and looked me directly in the eyes. “The question for you is how much pleasure versus how much pain tonight will entail.”
A quiver of anticipation ran through me, a mix of delicious excitement and nervous trepidation.
“Would you like a first gift,” he enquired.
I nodded and he gestured for me to take a seat. I sat and watched him as he opened a bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. I took mine happily and enjoyed the decadent feel of the cool bubbles caressing my mouth.
Mark looked at me from across the room. “You have three choices for your first gift this evening.”
I looked back at him, feeling slightly perplexed, but I nodded. “All the choices are yours as to how the evening will progress.”
He brought over a large tray, draped in a piece of blue silk. He placed it on the table next to me and slowly pulled off the silk covering. There were three perfectly labelled options revealed in front of me.
Next to the sign for Option 1 sat an O-gag and spanking paddle – complete with a little cut out of a Christmas tree on the paddle.
Option 2 presented a set of wrist and ankle restraints and a Hitachi wand.
And finally, Option 3, a blindfold and a cock ring with a dildo style attachment on it. Mark saw a flicker of confusion cross my face as I looked at this option. “Both holes,” he mouthed at me and raised his eyebrows.
I looked back and forwards between the options, unsure what to choose. As I considered each scenario, I could feel my body becoming aroused and a wetness growing against the thin fabric of my knickers.
“All the choices are yours as to how the evening will progress,” Mark re-iterated. “The question for you is how much pleasure versus how much pain tonight will entail.”
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