The boy lies sleeping, his golden curls caress the pillow, beneath his head the fabric creases. She watches him in the almost darkness, by now she knows the sound of his breaths, the soft whimpers as he dreams, the murmers, the sighs. The chink of metal as he turns beneath the covers, his ankle chained to the end of the bed, his cock held in the leather belt that she so loves to run her fingers down, HER cock. She watches him, breathing in the scent of him, leaning over him pulling the sheets up around his shoulders, keeping her boy warm in the night, her lips close to his ear as she whispers to the sleeping boy "I love you, mine". Not time to wake him yet, she slips away, her heels clinking against the wooden floor, her mind racing over what she will do with him today.
She prepares the room, no cold walled dungeon for her, more an oasis of peace, silk clad walls, deep carpet, cushions piled high, the daybed with it's comfortable matress, she pulls the sheet taut and tucks it in, checking each of the rings in the legs to make sure they are tight, his cuffs and shackles in easy reach, she moans a little in pleasure as her fingers touch the metal, bringing the images of him bound in them rushing to her, licking her lips before moving on. The light leather belt holding the strap on they selected together laid ready for her to put on. Touching it briefly her cheeks flush, wondering how she's going to feel the "first time". Biting her lip as she concentrates on the thoughts of him writhing in pleasure as she inserted his plug that last time, finally the largest pushed deep, prepearing him, his hips rocking back to take it, he on all fours at her feet. How they lay together on her couch for the hour, her hand touching, pressing it, moving it, teasing him, making him moan and beg in her ear.
Her eyes drift to the costume that hangs on the wall, walking to it slowly, her fingers caress the lace,wander over the satin, knowing she'll dress him with care today, getting hotter and hotter as each piece is placed on his body and smoothed into place. Even now her breathing deepens, blood rushes to engorge hidden places, her heart thumping. Her eyes linger on the room, she conjures the vision, leaning against the wall a moment as her hand slides down her body finding the throbbing heart of her, lingering as she moans, her eyes closing only to be jerked from her daydreams by the chimes of the clock in the room below her, letting her know "It's time"....
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