The Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507
My Response:
I look down at my watch noting she should just be getting home. She's had a hell of a week and I hope the little surprises I left her will turn the tides. The people she works with have no idea what kind of treasure they possess. If I had my way I would make it known but, I respect her too much so instead I just loosen my tie and focus on her image. I know she will love the first box. A dress that was meant to hug her every curve. I had the crystals added to give the illusion of a cloudless night sky. Just like the first night we met. I remember seeing her out on the terrace. She was wearing a plain black dress that was far too simple for her kind of beauty. She was leaning over, her breast pressed to the cold rail as she stretched to see something below. I watched her for a while, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I ran through all the possibilities of what could be so fascinating.
"Why don't you stop staring and just come over here already." She called out, her eyes still locked on the ground below. She is far more observant than she leads on.
I closed the distance between us without a word. I expected when I moved closer she would look at me but my presence is nothing compared to whatever had her captivated. I'm not used to this type of reaction. Usually, I'm the focal point. I don't mean that in a conceded way, it's just what happens. I resist the urge to touch her lower back and instead grab the rail. Looking down I see a couple. The woman is pressed against the wall, her skirt hiked up above her ass. The man has both of her wrists locked above her head while his head is lost between her thighs.
"Delicious isn't it?" She says finally turning her face towards mine. Her midnight blue eyes sparkled just like the sky above.
I knew from that moment she would be mine. My Mo Chroí.
We have explored many things together but I have never truly shown her my sinful side. The side that aches to see her backside pink and to hear her beg for me to let her cum. That just the thought of her moaning as she hangs on the edge of pleasure and pain makes me have to adjust myself. The black box I left on the bathroom counter will give her an idea of what I have in store for her. What I want her to experience and will put that couple in the alley to shame. They will be wanting to watch us. Not just watch us but be us.
I had it especially made for her. The leather, dyed to match her eyes, and the handle hand carved to look like my dick. A beautiful combination of us meant to bring her all the pleasures of this world and the next. I close my eyes and imagine her holding the flogger in her hand. The talls falling to her toes as she turns the solid wood handle in her hand. It is smooth yet hopefully familiar, causing warm liquid to pool between her thighs. The note will tell her what to do. I just hope we can make it through dinner before our urges take over. I'm already struggling and there is still one hour and forty-two minutes before we meet. At the bottom of the box, there was a bath oil also made for her. She always smells fucking amazing but tonight I have specific desires. Scents that I know will mix all too well with her natural juices and leather. This isn't just all about me though. I made sure she knew I await her desires as well. I have been running over every possibility in my head since I left her the note. Will she ask me to wear her favorite cologne or cover my skin in chocolate-scented oil? Just as my excitement starts to overflow my mind, my phone vibrates. Now to see what my Mo Chroí desires of me.
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What happens now TreasureMe.... shall we continue this story....?
