NEW YEAR 2004

31st December, 2003. There I was, curled up on the big comfy sofa underneath a furry blanket, watching the build-up to the evening's celebrations to bring in the new year on the television. Naked. Except for a leather collar, snug around my throat, kept in place with a tiny padlock. I took another sip of red wine before holding the glass up, marvelling at the beautiful way it reflected and refracted the firelight from the hearth. A cough interrupted my daydream, and I looked up to see my gorgeous lover, Pauline, framed by the doorway.

The fire flared, and bathed her in a flickering glow that reflected off her rubber-coated curves. I smiled as she stepped slowly into the room, wearing just a few items of the skintight material, all black. A pair of opera gloves, a pair of stockings and a skating skirt (the microscopic, pleated kind that reveals everything it's meant to conceal in the presence of the slightest of up-drafts). I licked my lips as she slid under the blanket behind me, and I felt her rubber fingers on my hip.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, her hand sliding across my tummy and up between my breasts.

"Not at all," I smiled, playing it cool, sipping my wine, pretending that there was nothing going on underneath the furry blanket.

"I wouldn't want to distract you from your TV programme..." she purred, her hand moving over my left breast, cupping it, squeezing it gently.

"Oh, don't worry, you couldn't distract me," I lied, unconvincingly, my voice wavering slightly as she softly gripped my nipple between finger and thumb.

"Couldn't I?" she asked, leaning in closer, her rubber thigh against my naked thigh, her lips just millimetres from my ear.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my words became lost in an animalistic groan that escaped my lips, prompted by her simultaneously squeezing my nipple and nibbling on my earlobe. I turned my head towards her and looked deep into her eyes, entranced by the way the firelight made them sparkle, before we let our lips brush together once, twice, thrice. She smiled, I returned the smile, we kissed - softly, tenderly, lovingly, lost in the moment.

I heard a familiar ratcheting sound and felt cold metal close around my wrists.

"I think I successfully distracted you there," Pauline grinned, her expression one of pure evil, "Gotcha."

"What are you going to do with me now you've got me?" I asked, leaning in closer to her and gently gripping her lower lip between my teeth.

Instead of replying, she pulled away and slipped out from underneath the furry blanket. I was treated to the sight of her gorgeous rubber-clad body lit by the fire as she crossed the room to the door and exited. And there I was, still curled up on the big comfy sofa, still watching television, still naked except for the collar around my neck, but now with my hands securely cuffed behind my back. I tugged at my bonds experimentally - the blanket slid down my body as I struggled until it was only covering my legs, but I didn't let modesty interrupt my attempt to free myself. I grunted with frustration when I realised that there was no escape without the key. It was then that I realised I couldn't reach my glass of wine now that my hands were cuffed. So, all I could do was sit there and watch the television, waiting for Pauline's return.

And return she did. With what seemed like an interesting collection of toys hidden behind her back. I raised an eyebrow inquisitively as she slid back under the blanket. She just looked at my bare breasts and smiled, licking her lips as she did so, making me blush.

"Stop it!" I complained, feeling put under the spotlight.

"You don't really want me to stop," she murmured, reaching underneath the blanket to stroke my thigh.

I didn't reply. She knew what I really wanted. Her hand moved up my body, out from under the blanket, and I let a soft moan escape my lips. She reached forward and took hold of my upper arms, pulling them together behind me, making me sit up straight and thrust my chest forward. A second pair of cold metal handcuffs closed around my elbows, which added to my feeling of helplessness - even with the key, I wouldn't be able to release myself from this new bondage. As I was adjusting myself to the new position of my arms, Pauline grabbed the furry blanket and pulled it from me - she stood up and spread it on the floor, in front of the fireplace. I just sat there, watching her, able to do little else. She sat on the blanket, leaning on one hand, and beckoned to me. I got to my feet and walked over to her - I knelt next to her, a little awkwardly due to my bondage, and she helped me lay down on my side. She laid next to me, and we stayed there for a moment, not touching, just admiring each others' bodies in the flickering flattering firelight.

She reached out, placing a black rubber hand on my side. She stroked it downwards, over my hip, along my thigh - I bent my knee, moving my leg towards her, wanting more stimulation. Which she provided. Her hand stroked back up my leg, over my hip, over my side, up to my shoulder. She smoothed my hair away from my face (something I couldn't currently do) and stroked my cheek. I murmured softly, my heart fluttering on the wings of romance. She leaned in and planted the softest hint of a kiss on my waiting lips, leaving me yearning for more. I leaned towards her but she backed out of my range, grinning, teasing.

"You cheeky minx," I smiled, trying unsuccessfully to hide my horniness.

"Language like that will get you spanked," she responded, her hand gently stroking my bottom.

"Oh, I hope so," I replied, rolling onto my tummy.

"But not yet..." she said, pulling a blindfold over my eyes.

"No?" I asked, but her only reply was to pull a ballgag into my mouth and buckle it tightly behind my head.

"Not yet, my sweet. Oh, and try not to drool on our nice blanket."

I heard her get up and walk back towards the sofa. I sat up, and tried to concentrate on the television - I could still hear it, and could tell that there was still a couple of hours or so until 2004. Pauline knelt in front of me, and smoothed my hair away from my face again. Her hands gripping my shoulders, she planted a sensual, passionate kiss on my ballgag... things were hotting up. Her hands went down to my breasts - she cupped them, making my erect nipples available to her hungry lips... I groaned into the gag as her teeth found my nipples and I pulled hard at my bonds, squirming and writhing on the spot as she pleasured me. She alternated between my breasts - sucking, licking, kissing and nibbling in just the way I love, causing me to moan and groan loudly into the gag. All too soon, she pulled away - her hands moved down my sides and her lips kissed down to my navel, resulting in a gagged giggle from me.

She laid me back down on the furry blanket, entwining her rubber-clad legs with mine, gently flicking my nipples as I lay there helpless, still moaning, getting hotter and hornier with every sexually-charged moment. And then I felt her stroke my leg with something... something that vibrated... She moved the vibrator up my body, and I could almost sense the smile on her lips as she held it against my nipples...

"Do you want this?" she asked.

I nodded and moaned, trying to impart to her the sudden urgency of my need to feel the large, veiny vibrator inside me... She got the message, and I felt the vibrator make its path down my body, between my breasts, over my navel and down between my legs... I was soaking wet already, and she had no trouble pushing it deep inside me... I arched my back further as I accommodated it, groaning louder and louder as she slowly began to pump it in and out of me, occasionally letting it rub against my clit before thrusting it back hard inside me, building up the pace, faster and faster, harder and harder... I found myself backing away as I got excited but she pursued, not relenting for one second... faster and faster, harder and harder... then slowing as I neared the plateau, causing me no end of frustration... and then building up again, faster, deeper, harder... making me writhe and squirm and struggle on the blanket, sweating and grunting, helpless... and then slowing down again, letting me catch my breath briefly, before renewing her attack... biting and sucking on my nipples... pushing the throbbing vibrator in so deep... until it all became too much and I came to a wonderful, shuddering climax...

She withdrew the vibrator, and removed the blindfold and gag.

"Wow," I moaned, exhausted.

"That was a very sexy struggle you put up there," she grinned.

I blushed a reply and sat up, looking across at the television. Not quite the new year yet. Pauline got to her feet and helped me up, guiding me back to the sofa and sitting me down. We were both too hot to need the blanket now, so she snuggled up to me (I was still wearing two pairs of handcuffs) and we watched the TV together, with her letting me sip occasionally from the wine glass. I soon found myself looking forward to the advert breaks, since each time Pauline would find a different way to tease me... first it was licking my nipples, then it was tickling, then it was spanking, then it was oral... and then I took the lead, despite my bondage, sitting astride her and pleasuring her with my tongue while she squirmed beneath me...

And there we were, together on the sofa as Big Ben announced the new year. Her in rubber, me in bondage. Her hand clutching my breast and our legs entwined as we kissed, deeply and passionately, illuminated by the flickering embers of the fire and the flash of fireworks.