I saw her boots first when she removed my blindfold. Those long, shiny, black, leather boots. They reached all the way to her slender thighs.
I was on my knees, with my face on the floor, not allowed to move or lookup. When I was blindfolded, she had undressed me and put me in some form of leather clothing. Now, I could see what it was. It was a red, leather straitjacket. So, that’s how she tied my arms on the front, I thought to myself. It had a cut on the front, exposing my chest. My lower body though, it was completely naked.
“If only you could look up and see what I have in store for you,” she said.
I got butterflies in my stomach. I felt excitement and anxiousness pour into my body, making me shiver in anticipation.
She put my blindfold back on again. I felt her hand around the back of my neck, pushing hard and pulling me back on my feet. She moved me forward for a couple of steps before stopping. She undid the jacket and raised my hands up in the air.
“Hold them like that, boy,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
I felt handcuffs around my wrists. I didn’t know where they came from, until later when she removed my blindfold and I noticed them hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. She also separated my legs and cuffed my ankles to the floor. I felt her hands running on the curve of my ass, caressing it gently.
“You’re the best birthday gift Mary could’ve given me,” she said with a lustful voice.
Mary, my mistress and girlfriend of two years, had decided to give me to her as a “gift” for her birthday. We had talked extensively about my limits and code reds beforehand. Now, she was claiming her gift.
She was beautiful, not as good as my Mistress, but still pretty good. She was as tall as me. Her short dark hair revealed a silver, circular earring. Her dark narrow, dark eyes had looked down on me every time we had made eye contact. Her wider jawline and fuller lips gave her a more masculine look, yet there was an aura of femininity about her.
I let out a moan when I felt a hard slap on my ass. “Can you count, boy?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Who’s your mistress?”
“Mistress Mary.”
“You’re a loyal dog, aren’t you?” she said with a snarky tone.
“Very.”