I was finally ready. I carefully slipped the cuffs over Kristen’s wrists. They jingled as I did so, making me freeze, but she still didn’t wake up. Emboldened, I locked them gently on her wrists. Her wrists were now securely fastened.
Kristen’s legs were spread eagle on the bed with two stockings gently tied to the headboard. I tightened and secured the knots and finally I knew that my lovely Goddess was firmly tied to the bed. When she woke up, she would be in for a surprise!
I left my lovely Goddess tied up and walked into the kitchen. I opened the freezer door and found the ice tray, which was full of ice made automatically by the ice maker. I took a nice long sliver and grinned evilly.
Back in the bedroom, Kristen was still asleep. I thought that she made such a fetching image there, and considered, but finally rejected, the idea of getting her Polaroid camera and snapping a few candid shots. Who would I show them to? If Kristen was serious about this master/slave thing, I could do this as often as I wanted. I briefly thought of taking a picture just to threaten her with showing it to somebody, but that thought was easily rejected. Since the two of us became lovers, I never felt the need to really threaten her, kidding or not. I wasn’t about to start now.
I finished Kristen’s rössti, deciding that I actually liked it, and probably would like it even more if it were warmer. I then took the sliver of ice that I retrieved from the kitchen, and touched Kristen’s right nipple. In the dim light of the room, I couldn’t see the nipple get erect, the skin around it being so dark, but I could feel it harden. Kristen shivered slightly in her sleep in reaction to the coolness of the ice, but she did not wake up. Once again, I was amazed at the soundness of Kristen’s slumber.
Intrigued, I touched Kristen’s other nipple, and got the same reaction. She still didn’t wake up. Finally, I touched the ice sliver between her legs at her labia, since her clit was no longer visible.
“Huh? Huh? What?” Kristen woke up, completely disoriented. She moved her arms and was surprised to find herself immobilized. She turned her head but her arms were above her head out of sight.
Kristen tried to get up, but her bonds kept her secure. Happy that she was now awake, I took the sliver of ice and touched between her legs once more.
“Ooh!” Kristen squealed as the cold ice touched her sensitive genitals.
I touched her with the ice again. “That’s ‘Ooh, Master!’ to you, dearie.”
Kristen shook her head and realized that I turned the tables on her. Instead of looking worried, she smiled. She shook her wrists and heard the muffled jingle of the handcuff chain between them. “You found my handcuffs?”
“Yup. Unfortunately, I didn’t see a key with them. You might be here a long time!”
“It’s in a small white envelope in the same drawer,” Kristen told me.
I didn’t bother looking. “You seem quite cheerful despite the fact that you are tied to a bed, naked, and at the whim of your Master.”
Kristen grinned. “I like it… Master.”
I nodded. “I figured you would. You broke your own rule, though.”
Looking up at me curiously, Kristen asked, “How?”
“You told me three orgasms before you’d let me come.”
Kristen laughed. “That was more like four, actually. They were multiple orgasms, I think—one right after another. That never happened to me with you before.”
“Really?” I asked.
Multiple orgasms! I hadn’t been aware of the count; it just seemed like one orgasm, albeit a rather massive one. I felt proud of myself!
I noted offhand Kristen’s use of the term “with you,” which hinted that she may have experienced multiple orgasms with another partner, which would only mean her brother. I forced that train of thought out of my mind, intent on not allowing jealousy to raise its ugly head.
Kristen nodded and got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Yeah. It was amazing. It was like having you fuck me while I sucked you… I got the sensations at both ends. And when they met…” She let the sentence just dangle there.
“Well, the next time you want to tie me up, or the next time you want me to tie you up, just let me know. I don’t know if I want to do this every day, but this is quite fun.”
“I love you, Jim.”
“I love you, Goddess.”
I was actually quite tired from our little game. I turned around and got the envelope from the bottom of Kristen’s lingerie drawer, and unlocked Kristen’s handcuffs.
Once Kristen’s arms were free, she reached up and pulled me down onto her body. “I love you, Jim,” she said after kissing me fiercely. “I’ll love you so fucking much!”
“I love you, Kristen. And I’ll love you forever.”
Kristen looked me in the eyes. I saw some expression quickly pass over her face, but her face just as quickly softened. “I truly hope you will.”
The two of us snuggled together and Kristen fell asleep once more. I figured that she must have been exhausted. I watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed in and out, and I continued to marvel at her lovely body, watching it completely relaxed, until I fell asleep.
We both slept with our heads to the foot of the bed, and sometime that night, Kristen must have gotten out and put a blanket on my body—I might have been shivering since I prefer sleeping in a warm bed.
There was school the next day, and Kristen drove me there. Once she kissed me and headed for her homeroom, I looked around and found Patty and Camille. I jogged over to them, and asked if they were looking forward to starting school again after the holiday.
“Well, it could be worse,” Patty smiled. “It’s our last year, and it’s kind of funny, but I won’t have another Christmas vacation from high school again.”
“Not unless you flunk your subjects, or come back as a teacher,” Camille pointed out.
“Or a janitor,” I said, continuing Camille’s thought.
Patty smirked at the two of us. “Jim, I think that Camille’s a bad influence on you… you’re starting to crack jokes more often.” I saw a faraway look in Patty’s eyes. “Still, senior year is all about making memories. It’s funny, but I never really thought about memories until this year. Now, there’s a whole bunch of lasts: the last Christmas vacation, the last Valentine’s day. You know.”
I never considered that; it seemed like something that Kristen might want to talk about when we were alone. “I guess. With me it’s firsts: my first Christmas vacation, my first New Year’s. My first girlfriend…”
Patty smiled at me in an odd way. “You’re sweet, Jim. Kristen’s a lucky girl.”
“Where is Kristen, anyway?” Camille asked.
“Headed off to class,” I answered. “I just noticed that my two best friends were standing here and I had to at least say, ‘Hi!’”
“That’s the one thing you didn’t say, yet,” Camille pointed out.
“Hi!” I responded automatically.
“So, what did you get for Christmas, Jim?”
“Let’s see. An electric piano, a new suit, a tuxedo, a remodeled apartment, and the start of a music studio… and those were just from Kristen!”
The two girls’ mouths hung open.
Camille was the first to speak. “An apartment? Are you kidding?”
“She remodeled the playroom, enlarging it to eventually include the entire garage. She says it’s ours now.”
Camille looked thoughtful at that comment.
Patty finally found her voice. “And a tuxedo?”
I nodded and then sighed. “Kristen said that I’ll wear that when we get married. If not, I’ll wear it at my funeral.”