Her Gift

Entering the room, she glanced around her, eyes taking in her surroundings. Seeing everything in its proper place, she nodded, moving to the windows and making sure the curtains and drapes were fully closed. For what she had in mind, she definitely didn't want the neighbors looking in.

Moving to a table, she picked up a bag and an extension cord. Plugged into the cord was a timer, and plugged into this was an adaptor that converted the timer's single plug into three. Moving to a carefully selected spot on the floor, she plugged two cords into the adaptor, then set the timer before placing it carefully on the carpet.

Bag in hand, she seated herself, placing her feet flat on the floor, spreading them apart until each rested beside an eye bolt mounted into the floor. Reaching into the bag, she produced a padlock, using this to attach the cuff around her right ankle to the eye bolt. Her left ankle was soon similarly secured. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she carefully rose.

Next from the bag was a gag, which she quickly strapped into place. For a moment, she stood still, her tongue exploring the penis shape now held firmly within her mouth. Finally, with an upward glance, she removed the final item from the bag, a blindfold. Tossing the bag away, she settled the soft leather over her eyes, plunging herself into darkness.

Rising to her toes, she reached blindly up, fumbling until her hands located the cuffs dangling over her. Carefully, she secured one hand, then, with some fumbling, the other. Lowering herself to stand flat, she smiled around the gag. Her measurements had been perfect, stretching her fully but not to the point of being uncomfortable.

For a moment, she tugged against her bonds, exploring the unfamiliar sensation of helplessness. Then, knowing there was no way out, she relaxed and, in her self-imposed darkness, waited.

***

He entered the house with a sigh. Of all days to have to work, why today? Didn't the people in the main office know what today was, what tomorrow was? Oh well, he thought, at least he only had to work his regular shift.

"Honey?" Hearing no answer, he glanced around, then shrugged. Probably out, he thought, some last minute purchase to make. She'd be home soon enough, he decided, moving to the kitchen to get a drink.

Reaching for the handle to the refrigerator door, he paused at the sight of a note secured with a magnet. As he read the note, his eyes widened. Drink forgotten, he turned and made his way to the living room.

I guess she didn't go anywhere, he thought, seeing her standing in the center of the dimly lit room. As he took in the sight of her, standing with legs spread, hands stretched over her head, he thought about the times he'd tried to talk her into trying bondage, the times she'd refused. What, he wondered, had made her change her mind?

For a moment, he simply gazed at her. She looked so beautiful like that, her beauty only slightly marred by something white that seemed to be wrapped around her. Then, as he began to move toward her, he heard a soft click, and everything became clear as the rope lights sprang to life.

There were two of them, he realized, a red string wrapping its way up one leg, a green string for the other. Each string disappeared around the firm curve of her upper thigh, only to emerge between them, softly illuminating what lay there in a combined red and green glow. From there, the strings made their way up her body to her shoulders before separating once again, with one wrapping its way up each arm.

Slowly, he approached, mesmerized by the sight of her so securely bound, her body softly lighted in red and green. Then, as the words from her note flashed across his mind, he smiled.

"My love," the note had read, "I know you're not a big fan of Christmas trees, but I hope you'll like the one I decorated just for you. I also hope you'll like my gift."

Softly, he lay a finger over the gag covering her mouth. At this, she flinched slightly with surprise, then pushed her head forward slightly against his touch.

"Yes, love," he whispered, "I do love my tree, and my gift." Reaching down, he slipped one finger between the lights at the juncture of her thighs, feeling warmth and dampness. At his touch, she moaned softly, her hips swaying toward his hand. When he drew his hand back, she moaned her disappointment.

"You know," he told her, stepping back and quickly removing his clothes, "I've wondered how it would feel to make love under a Christmas tree." Naked, he wrapped his arms around her helpless body, pressing himself to her. "But," he added, "I never once thought about making love to a Christmas tree. Maybe I should find out."

Seeing her emphatic nod, hearing her moan at his touch, he smiled. No, he had never really been a big fan of Christmas trees. But this year, for her, he would happily make an exception.

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