Make interpersonal relationship with my friend – 6

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Should we get our box of toys from the bedroom?’ she asked.

“It’s already downstairs,” I said.

“It sounds like you planned this.”

“Oh yes, more than you know.”

I stood up, still holding her hand, and led her downstairs. At the doorway to the den I told her to close her eyes, then led her inside and flipped on the lights.

“Okay, you can open them.”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, looking up at the chains hanging down from the overhead beam. “You’ve turned my nice den into a torture chamber!”

“Didn’t I ever mention my home improvement skills?”

“No, I don’t recall that you did.”

“Do you approve?”

“Oh yes, I definitely approve,” she said, and turned to embrace me. We kissed deeply, and I reached down to pull her hips against me, so she could feel my hardness. “Mmm,” she murmured, slowly grinding herself on me, “Saturday night is looking better and better.”

She gently broke away from our embrace and went to sit down on the small leather sofa that we used to watch TV. “Would you take off all your clothes while I watch, johnson?”

“I have to show you something first,” I said, and went to each side of the room to move the accent cabinet and potted plant out of the way, revealing the coiled chains.

“Oh God,” Daicy said, “I’m getting really hot now.” I took the chains and extended them over the oak flooring out to where they’d be needed.

Without another word I began to strip, folding my clothes neatly on a nearby chair as I did. This was our established ritual, and I always found it a little humiliating to undress while she watched. Of course, she knew it had this effect on me, and it excited us both. Although I was mostly looking down, I did catch a glimpse of her touching the crotch of her jeans.

I finally stood before her completely naked, my hard cock at full attention. “Please get on your knees, Johnson,” she said, and after I did she stood up and moved close to me, straddling me with her legs and grasping the back of my head to press my face against her lower body.

“I’m so excited,” she said softly, stroking my hair. “I can’t wait to see you chained up, and to whip you like that. I’ll start out slow, but I want to whip you hard. Is that okay?”

“Yes Daicy,” I said, “you know you can do anything you want to me.”

“Mmm, thank you Baby, you’re so good to me. Let’s fix you up, where is our toy box?”

I pointed to the cardboard box in the corner. She went over to it and retrieved the leather wrist and ankle cuffs we had bought in Las Vegas, came back to me and said, “Please stand up.”

I stood, and without another word she proceeded to attach the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, buckling each one firmly in place. “There,” she said, and led me over to the chains dangling overhead.

“Hmm, I can’t reach those clips,” she said.

“There’s a stepladder in the closet,” I told her.

“You’ve thought of everything, Sweetheart.”

She got the stepladder from the closet, placed it next to me on my right side and climbed up it, easily within reach now of the quick link at the end of the chain. “Give me your hand,” she said, and I held up my right arm. As she attached the quick link to the ring on my wrist cuff I marveled once again at how lucky I was to find this sweet girl that could get so excited about punishing me.

After a few minutes both of my arms were raised up and my wrists were attached to the overhead chains. Daicy put the stepladder away and bent down to attach my ankle cuffs.

“Spread your legs more, Johnson,” she said.

I moved my legs apart and soon both my wrists and ankles were bound, my limbs extended and made my body into the X shape that I had been anticipating. Daicy stood up and moved in front of me, taking a few steps back to admire the view.

“Oh God, you look so hot,” she said, “I love seeing you chained up.” She moved closer to me and reached up to touch my upraised left arm, trailing her fingers down it, over my rib cage and down to my hip. “So hot,” she said again. Then her fingers found my hard cock, which she fondled before reaching down to cup my balls.

“I’m so turned on Johnson, I feel like whipping you really hard. I’m sorry Baby.”

“I know Daicy… it’s okay.”

She went back to the cardboard toy box, and I knew what she was going to get from it… the beautiful Scottish tawse that we bought in Las Vegas. Sure enough, a minute later she was standing in front of me again holding it in her hands. She examined it, and then she looked up at me with a curious expression on her face before looking back down at it again.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No… I’m just thinking about something,” she said.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Well… I bought something last week, kind of on a whim, and then I decided I’d return it… but, um, I haven’t yet.”

“Why were you going to return it?”