A Subs Tale - The Night Before Christmas.

People know me as a take-charge kind of person – both in my personal life as well as in my role as Elle, who you can rely on to make fun, set a mood, and lead in the bedroom. Sometimes, though, it’s nice just to let go and sink into surrender - into the erotic bliss of submission to the will of my partner.

One time, it was last Christmas and freezing cold out, I met R for dinner at his country inn that turned out to be quite close to my home, so I was expecting to go home for the night. 

We reconnected over dinner the way I like: lots of laughs and shared stories, then gathering around the roaring fireside away from the cold drafts and making up ridiculous stories about the guests gathered around the bar. 

So relaxed and cosy was Mr R that it seemed if I wanted any private fun, and I certainly did, I’d better move things along. I batted my eyes and inquired demurely whether there might perhaps be a bath in his room. He fortunately caught on quickly (clever man. There’s a reason I like him:) and led me up a creaky staircase to his beamed room – it looked as though it might have been a stable loft hundreds of years ago – resplendent with a four poster and a claw-foot bathtub. Score!

R filled the tub and conjured some bath salts (my favorite scent – he knows my taste!) from his suitcase. I hopped into the tub and luxuriated in the warmth seeping into my body while he busied himself in the bedroom. At one point he came back to snap a picture (and you probably know by now that I’m happy for my most trusted friends to capture some memories of our escapades so that I can share them with you all)

I emerged wrapped in a robe and found that R had prepared a bit of a scene: some cuffs and and some ties. He’d also covered the bed with a big fluffy towel. I must have looked a bit taken aback because R looked sheepish and asked if this was all OK, bless him :)

Well, it was ok – with him, on this night, and so followed the ‘surrender’ part: R unfastened my robe and slipped it off my shoulders before laying me face down on the bed. Then he produced a bottle of massage oil that he’d warmed in the sink and trickled it down my back, bum, and legs. It felt so good! Then his hands, kneading and caressing every part of me –smoothing and relaxing my big muscles and working the oil into every inch of my skin. I felt his fingers begin to explore my intimate places and I adjusted my position to allow him. I was in heaven – at least in the naughty part of heaven!

R asked me if I happened to have my favorite toy (you’ll have to meet me to learn exactly what it is) in my bag. Of course I did, and R rummaged for it. He also produced a blindfold – the sleep mask from his flight – and asked if he could ‘prepare’ me. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant but it turned out to involve not only the blindfold but the cuffs and ties. There I was bound face down at his mercy, but still strangely relaxed (I knew, actually, that I could escape from this Velcro cuffs at any time, but where’s the fun in that?)

R caressed and planted kisses down my back then opened me up so that he could apply my toy to best effect. OMG, it felt so good I thought I would explode! Then R murmured that he had brought a special new toy for me and would I mind? At this point there was only one way to go… onwards! So I nodded into my pillow and soon felt a warm, smooth, and hard object probing at my back door while R also continued his work with my toy (he’s clearly ambidextrous). 

After a few minutes of gently increasing pressure and increasing surrender, the plug (for thus it was, obviously) entered me completely and added its pleasing pressure to the sensations that engulfed my pleasure centres. I exploded! I think I shocked R because he was suddenly all contrite and concerned that something was wrong. Far from it – I was in bliss! 

R undid my blindfold and removed the cuffs, but I couldn’t do more than lie there with a beaming grin on my face. Pleased with his work, R memorialized it with another snap, which you can see below. 

How reluctant I was to have to dress and disappear into the freezing night, but our time was up. I wonder what will be in my stocking this Christmas?