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The relief on his face is immediate.
    I dash up to my room and dive into my closet for the hidden sack of goodies I purchased only a few days ago. Finding what I’m looking for, I quickly begin to strip. In only a few moments, I’ve pulled on the slip of clothing that Grandma helped me pick out. A mask is around my neck and I have the candle, feather and flogger in my hands. I pick up the leather handcuffs I had hesitated to buy, still eyeing them worryingly.  My heart is pounded so hard and I think my body has forgotten how to exchange carbon dioxide for oxygen so I take a couple of deep breaths, give myself a mental shake and with a voice much more steady than I expect, say “Come to me.”
    “ Come to me ?” the Bitch In My Head laughs.  “ Is that the best you can do ?”
    I mentally sucker punch her with a hard right hook and am deeply gratified when she drops to the floor, out cold.  I take another deep and steadying breath, searching around for my Inner Goddess who appears to be hiding behind the curtains.
    I hear his footsteps grow louder yet somehow more distant as the rush of blood in my ears begins to deafen me.
    He enters the room and stops … dead still … and the look of astonishment couldn’t have been plainer. He quickly recovers and begins walking toward me, pure sex in his eyes.
    “Be rough,” I remind him , and he nods his assent. His hands move into my hair, sharply pulling my head back and his lips find my throat.
    “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls, and a thrill of expectation runs through me. Sliding his hands from my hair, past my shoulders and down my arms, he takes the toys from my grasp. He tosses them onto the bed and pushes me down beside them.
    Very quickly, he straddles me, holding me down with his weight. A quick reach of his hand produces the leather handcuffs, and I groan with fear and excitement.
    “Don’t move,” he instructs me as he cuffs one of the leather bands around my wrist. Pulling me up, he loops the cuffs around the post of the bed, and quickly secures the other. He stands up, looking down at me, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Shrugging it from his shoulders, he glances at the other items on the bed.
    “A candle?” he questions. “What shall we do with this?” A book of matches in the nightstand is all it takes to get that fire going. He sits the candle on the nightstand and takes up the next thing on the bed. The feather. He grins and straddles me once again. For the first time, he notices the black mask around my neck, and he gently pulls it up to cover my eyes. In total darkness, my hearing becomes louder and my other senses come alive.
    I feel a tickle move down my b ody … the feather! I recognize its softness. I’m so scantily dressed that a great deal of my skin is exposed and the feather covers every inch.
    Ah! I gasp as hot liquid drips onto my skin. The candle, I realize, as the pain turns to pleasure and he caresses the warm spot with his tongue. Feather, candle, tongue … he sets a rhythm that causes each of my senses to take notice. Pleasure, pain, pleasure … it becomes difficult to know when one stops and the other begins.
    After a few moments, I feel the weight on the bed shift as he lifts himself off of me. He grabs me roughly around my hips and flips me over, causing my cuffed wrists to cross over themselves. I’m embarrassed; my bare ass in its sexy thong is completely exposed to him. I imagine him above me, looking down.
    A slap on my bottom startles me, then he rubs and kisses the place that must now be turning red. A slap again, on the other side, followed by kisses and rubs that leave me squirming. He parts my legs widely with his knee and the third slap lands straight on my sex. Oh my … that one feels amazing, especially the feel of his tender rub and kisses through the material of my panties. I feel his tongue press into me, the soft material his only barrier from dipping his tongue in deep. He straightens and