A Simple Life: Chapter 101 (Patreon)

Okay, this is all I'll be able to get out until at least the 27th.  From the bottom of my heart I wish you all a most wonderful holiday season.  I hope you all find warmth and love and many yummy foods in your near future.  ❤

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Once she was absolutely sure that I was back in the right mood Winona clips my wrists back onto my legs then turns me around to swat my bum and send me back out to the bed.  Steel clinks and leather creaks as I walk through the room in my kinky harness.  It felt funny the way the straps tugged and the way my arms were forced to move with my thighs.  Funny and sexy.  So sexy.  Bound like this I was at Daddy’s mercy and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

When I turn around I discover Winona still watching me, probably keeping tabs on whether I was feeling better or possibly simply to watch my butt as I went.  Either way I ate up her precious attention with gusto.  I shoot her a reassuring smile and an inviting bat of my eyes to let her know all was well then sit back down on the bed right where I’d been just a few short minutes ago to await my lover.  With the door open Winona’s presence gave this place a whole different vibe.  Positive and loving and safe.  A magical, uplifting mood that scared away all my anxieties and fear.  The way she’d held me and let me free without hesitation or question after my use of our safe words had cemented one of the sexiest things a couple could have.  Trust.

She gives me wink then turns toward the mirror and continues to undress.

Knowing she had eyes on her she makes a show of it.  As if moving to music that only she could hear her shoulders begin to rock up and down as her hips sway side to side.  The way she sort of dance-walks in place highlighted her long, shapely legs so good in that tight denim.  Seeing her now wearing jeans and bare chested had me fantasizing about her as some brawny lumberjack and me as a fair dryad tempting her away from the civilized world.  Still dancing she opens the fly of her pants and begins to push them down over her hips in time to her groove.  I catch her stealing a glance my way to see my wide-eyed fawning.  She laughs to herself and continues the show.  Running her hands up her sides she brings them to the front to grasp her breasts then slides her hands back down her belly.  Moving smooth and sensual Winona removes her jeans and then her underwear.

“Ohhh.”  I coo as her big, thick cock swings into view.  With Pavlovian immediacy my mouth begins to water.

With a flourish and a spin Winona throws her clothes out the open door to land in a heap on the loveseat.  She points my way and blows me a kiss.  I giggle and catch it out of the air with a big nom of my mouth.  She laughs, claps, and snaps her fingers as she continues to dance for me.  Her tall, powerful, feminine body framed perfectly in the doorway looked like a work of art come alive.  With a saucy twist of her hips she flips around to face away from me and streeetches her arms high above.  Mmm!  She looked just as good from behind.  Her shape, her shoulders, her butt, the way her onyx hair fell down the center of her back.  Bewitched as I was by her all consuming beauty I even began to hear the timeless music to which she danced.

A fuzzy tickle at my ankle draws my attention away.  I look down to see Brutus sniffing at my ankle cuff.  “Hey b-big guy.”  I whisper.   He flops across my foot and starts pawing at the steel ring.  As I pet him with the toes of my opposite foot I look up to continue watching the show at just the right time.

“Oh!”  Bent over to look through the lingerie Winona was giving me a full eyeful of her ass, pussy, balls and cock.  “Mmm.”  My bonds clink at my sides as every instinct inside of me told me crawl to her now and begin servicing her with my mouth.  Again my lust strains against my cage before getting reflected back into me when it finds no expression there.  My hole squeezes hard demanding a touch that I could not give it.

Winona peers back around her shoulder with a sultry gaze before standing again and turning to stand perfectly in profile.  With no fuss or gripe her titillating outfit surprise had instead turned into a sexy strip show and she was loving it as much as I was.

She holds out a black bra then pulls it on.  After hooking it at the back she lifts one breast at a time to get them perfectly pocketed within the lacy garment.  Taking up the matching pair of panties she gives it an alluring twirl around her finger.  Or she tries to at least.  As the underwear orbits around her finger it most inelegantly ends up spinning right up and off her digit to fly into the wall, shattering her graceful dancer persona in an instant.

“Damn it!”  She scrambles to snatch it up off the floor.  As I titter she points and warns.  “Shush!”  I bite my lips, smiling like a fool, and continue to watch.  With a playfully indignant bearing she stands tall, shakes out the undies, then bends over end yanks them onto herself.  She tucks herself into the panties then adjusts her huge package with a most unladylike machismo then the beautiful bulge a pat.  “There.”

“He he he.”  I laugh.  I would have clapped if I could.  She shoots me a wink then carries on.  Recapturing her previous elegance she plucks from the toilet seat a single long black thigh high stocking.  “Oooo.”

With toes pointed and bent to show off her curves to the max she stretches out one of her exquisitely long legs to rest her toes on the toilet.  She scrunches up the stocking then feeds it onto her foot before slowly pulling it up her calf and thigh.  After running her hands up and down her leg a couple of times she then does the same with the other leg.  She slides her hands down her thigh to rest upon her knee…then snaps her head my way.  Her eyes lock on.  Target acquired.

“Mmm!”  I tremble with excitement.

Her shoulders whip sharply followed by her hips to face the same direction as her face.  Hazel eyes focused and ablaze she strides back into the room with a power and confidence that I could never match.  She walked on the balls of her feet as if wearing high stilettos.  Sexy, sultry and sassy.  As if sensing the approach of the area’s alpha predator little Brutus abandons me to scamper across the room toward one of the feather wand I’d bought him.  Neither of us spare him even a glance as we only had eyes for each other.

She comes to tower over me, looking down on me like a giantess about to crush some unfortunate village.  She made me feel tiny in the BEST possible way.  Overwhelmed for a moment by what her looming presence was doing to my lust mad soul I tear my eyes away to look at her feet.  But only for a moment.  Slowly I pan up over her black stockinged legs, over the smooth flesh of her upper thighs, across those lacy panties sitting at eye level with that big beckoning bulge, over her trim tummy, weaving through the dreamy dreamcatcher tattoo, summiting her perfect breasts, admiring the elegant lace along her cleavage, panning the graceful shape of her shoulders and long neck, until finding the face of the most beautiful woman that ever lived.  This time when our eyes meet I do not shirk.  That fiery hazel passion I see in her eyes I match with my own azure flames.

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