The Chalet
Page 35
I was still kneeling on the floor. I thought it doubtful I’d forget that long enough to haphazardly agree to anything. More than that, though, I knew he wouldn’t want me agreeing to anything pertaining to our weekdays. That was key to my decision to tell him my thoughts now.
“We both have such intense headspaces during the weekend,” I said. “And you, you have to do so much planning and preparation. How will that work on say, a Tuesday night?”
He put one foot across his knee and thought before speaking. “I think we’ll have to make the weekdays less structured. I won’t be planning anything specific. The weekdays will be a time for it to just happen naturally.”
I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “The last time we let things happen naturally, we ended up with cold risotto and marinara sauce on a certain part of your anatomy, Master.”
His laugh was playful. “You did an outstanding job of cleaning the sauce off, though. Can’t say taking it natural is a bad thing.”
I laughed along with him. “No, definitely not a bad thing.”
I enjoyed that as our relationship grew and strengthened, we found it easier to have lighthearted moments during my collared days. During times like this, I found it hard to believe we’d ever hesitated to laugh and share everything together. I couldn’t fathom I’d known him less than a year.
He was still smiling when he said, “I have, however, planned something for this afternoon. Go on into the bedroom, I’ll be there in five minutes.”
I hurried into the bedroom, curious as to what he had planned. The curiosity only grew when I saw the handwritten note at the foot of the bed with a blindfold beside it.
Abigail,
Get in bed and put the blindfold on. You are not to take it off at any time.
It is late in the evening. You are alone in the house. Earlier in the day you had the blinds open and you were pleasuring yourself. You didn’t think anyone was watching. You were wrong.
And you really should have made sure the front door was locked before you went to bed.
Nathaniel
My heart pounded. Role-play. I loved it when he created a role-play scenario. Loved the feeling of pretending to be someone else. It allowed me to act out some of my fantasies. Typically though, what we did was more straightforward: workplace, deliveryman, or naughty schoolgirl. This sounded intense.
I didn’t have long to prepare. He said he’d be upstairs in five minutes. I debated for a few seconds on whether I should strip or leave my clothes on. He hadn’t said either way, and therefore, I could do either. Which way would be more fun?
I hastily took everything off and scurried under the covers. The blindfold simply slipped over my head and in no time I was silent, still, and waiting in the darkness. Always before when he’d blindfolded me, I’d prided myself on my heightened sense of hearing, so I thought I’d know when he came into the bedroom. This time, I yelped when my hands were yanked above my head and tied into place.
“You should have checked the lock before you got into bed,” Nathaniel’s voice was rough and gritty, but it was still his.
Knowing I was safe, I allowed myself to sink deeper into my role. “Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is I saw that little show you put on earlier when you thought no one was looking.”
“You saw that?”
“Yes, I saw what a naughty girl you were playing with yourself, fucking your fingers. I bet you knew I was there and it turned you on more knowing I was watching.”
“I didn’t, I—”
He put a hand over my mouth. “Be quiet. If you speak without permission, I’m going to slap you. Your only job right now is to do what you’re told and to make amends for this afternoon. Do you know how you’re going to do that?”
I shook my head.
He took my jaw in his hand and squeezed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“No.”
He squeezed so hard it hurt. “You fucking know better. Address me correctly.”
“No, Sir.”
“Better not make that mistake again.” He moved his hand and pulled the sheet down. “I knew you’d sleep naked. Dirty girl. You were probably hoping someone would break in and give you what you want.”
This was a new side of Nathaniel, a darker side. He was rough and demanding and I found it hot as hell. The fact I didn’t have my sight only made it hotter.
“I bet if I . . .” he slid a hand between my legs and forced a finger inside me. “Just like I thought. Your little pussy is desperate for cock.” He shifted on the bed and removed the remaining covers.
“We both have such intense headspaces during the weekend,” I said. “And you, you have to do so much planning and preparation. How will that work on say, a Tuesday night?”
He put one foot across his knee and thought before speaking. “I think we’ll have to make the weekdays less structured. I won’t be planning anything specific. The weekdays will be a time for it to just happen naturally.”
I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “The last time we let things happen naturally, we ended up with cold risotto and marinara sauce on a certain part of your anatomy, Master.”
His laugh was playful. “You did an outstanding job of cleaning the sauce off, though. Can’t say taking it natural is a bad thing.”
I laughed along with him. “No, definitely not a bad thing.”
I enjoyed that as our relationship grew and strengthened, we found it easier to have lighthearted moments during my collared days. During times like this, I found it hard to believe we’d ever hesitated to laugh and share everything together. I couldn’t fathom I’d known him less than a year.
He was still smiling when he said, “I have, however, planned something for this afternoon. Go on into the bedroom, I’ll be there in five minutes.”
I hurried into the bedroom, curious as to what he had planned. The curiosity only grew when I saw the handwritten note at the foot of the bed with a blindfold beside it.
Abigail,
Get in bed and put the blindfold on. You are not to take it off at any time.
It is late in the evening. You are alone in the house. Earlier in the day you had the blinds open and you were pleasuring yourself. You didn’t think anyone was watching. You were wrong.
And you really should have made sure the front door was locked before you went to bed.
Nathaniel
My heart pounded. Role-play. I loved it when he created a role-play scenario. Loved the feeling of pretending to be someone else. It allowed me to act out some of my fantasies. Typically though, what we did was more straightforward: workplace, deliveryman, or naughty schoolgirl. This sounded intense.
I didn’t have long to prepare. He said he’d be upstairs in five minutes. I debated for a few seconds on whether I should strip or leave my clothes on. He hadn’t said either way, and therefore, I could do either. Which way would be more fun?
I hastily took everything off and scurried under the covers. The blindfold simply slipped over my head and in no time I was silent, still, and waiting in the darkness. Always before when he’d blindfolded me, I’d prided myself on my heightened sense of hearing, so I thought I’d know when he came into the bedroom. This time, I yelped when my hands were yanked above my head and tied into place.
“You should have checked the lock before you got into bed,” Nathaniel’s voice was rough and gritty, but it was still his.
Knowing I was safe, I allowed myself to sink deeper into my role. “Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is I saw that little show you put on earlier when you thought no one was looking.”
“You saw that?”
“Yes, I saw what a naughty girl you were playing with yourself, fucking your fingers. I bet you knew I was there and it turned you on more knowing I was watching.”
“I didn’t, I—”
He put a hand over my mouth. “Be quiet. If you speak without permission, I’m going to slap you. Your only job right now is to do what you’re told and to make amends for this afternoon. Do you know how you’re going to do that?”
I shook my head.
He took my jaw in his hand and squeezed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“No.”
He squeezed so hard it hurt. “You fucking know better. Address me correctly.”
“No, Sir.”
“Better not make that mistake again.” He moved his hand and pulled the sheet down. “I knew you’d sleep naked. Dirty girl. You were probably hoping someone would break in and give you what you want.”
This was a new side of Nathaniel, a darker side. He was rough and demanding and I found it hot as hell. The fact I didn’t have my sight only made it hotter.
“I bet if I . . .” he slid a hand between my legs and forced a finger inside me. “Just like I thought. Your little pussy is desperate for cock.” He shifted on the bed and removed the remaining covers.
