Christmas Scene
It would be a crime to plan and execute a date like I did for Nadja on Christmas eve and to not write it down.
Rewind.
I got my ideas. I did my research and got my ducks in a row. I programmed my phone to ring at certain time. I set up my studio. I took Nadja to dinner with instructions to show up later at my house at precisely
Nadja shows up at my house. I talk her into the parking spot off the alley as church parking has filled up the street on Christmas eve. She looks up and sees me in the window. I meet her at the front door.
We greet each other and I hand her a contract to sign. Basically it's a model non-release. She's a little puzzled but I had told her that we'd be doing some photography that night so she goes along with it.
I tell her to close her eyes so I can give her my other Christmas gift. She refuses but I insist. What a priceless look on her face when she felt and heard the handcuffs lock around her wrists!
I explain that even though we've been dating for months that she was actually my assignment, that she'd pissed off my boss, Mr. Guillano, and that I was following orders. She gets a little distant
The phone rings.
It's Guillano calling to make sure that I got her.
I take her up to The Lab.
I am conflicted. I have to obey Guillano or he'll kill me. But I've fallen in love with her. I tell her this. I don't get any sympathy.
The phone rings. Guillano wants her to strip and put on the provided clothes. And he's monitoring us via a video feed I set up. This feed may be recorded....
She puts on the panties and the black tank top. I respect her privacy but make sure to keep her away from the weapons in the room. She knows I'm conflicted, I have to exert my authority so I have her sit on the massage table and start teasing her with a knife. I think i blindfolded her around this time. I cut holes in the back of her new shirt. Yes, I have a knife and it works.
I tease her a bit, control her, play with her and then I have her lie down. I do it some more. A little spanking, I grab her pussy. She likes it because we've been close but the revelation that I'm a mafia hitman puts a damper on things, at the very least it confuses the issue.
I sit her up, I know she's blindfolded by this point. I start stroking her clit, she starts to sway. I pull her shirt up and start playing with her boobs too. Her boobs, her clit, her clit, her clit...but still I won't kiss her. She's just about to get off when....
...Guillano calls. New orders: tie her up in a rope dress and take her somewhere. The rope bondage dress goes on over the shirt and underwear. Three knots end up in strategic places right between her legs. Another rope is tied to the base of the rope dress in the back and run up her back to her neck. A test, a tug on that rope drives the knots into the most sensitive parts of her privates and she moans.
I'm barely done the rope dress when Guillano calls again. It's time to go.
I help her get dressed with the pants and overshirt provided. The legs needed to be cut a little to accomodate the boots she was wearing. We put her coat on, then her scarf. The ropes were invisible yet we both knew they were there, every movement she made rubbing her the best of possible ways.
A little earlier, after I told her we were going somewhere, Nadja mentioned that the best time to escape was during transportation. Ironically, I had already planned for us to leave handcuffed together and we did.
We were going somewhere to send a message to one of Guillano's enemies. My presence with Nadja might help him decide not to testify. if we got to her then we could get to him. I needed her cooperation so I reminded her that Guillano was having us watched. I put the key to the handcuffs in her pocket. If we were stopped then the story was that we were getting married and my brother handcuffed us as a joke. I had a friend they could call to verify the story. She had the key and if things got really bad she could produce it and claim to have been complicit in the gag. Since the vulnerable woman was the one with the key they'd almost certainly let us go.
We left the house and started walking west. A couple blocks pass and we see a cruiser. it's kind of scary walking down the street, holding hands, handcuffed, and hoping that 'business as usual' happens and that they don't interact with us. Even if they did then we have our story but still, it's a story best left unused. They kept driving.
Four more blocks, Nadja is starting to get a little cold.
"How much farther?"
"A couple blocks"
"Jesus Christ!"
"More than you know"
Two more blocks and we arrive, still handcuffed, in front of a church. I tell her that our mission lies inside. We enter.
Ushers greet us and try to give us things. We each take the papers with our free hands and attempts to conceal the fact that we are wearing cuffs, that she is wearing a clit stimulating bondage outfit into the house of their Lord. We succeed.
Chorale music floods the room and a tear forms in Nadja's eye. Her annual tradition is intact, if slightly modified. She had already given up on the notion for the night. Very fortunate indeed that Guillano would send us there.
I videotaped some of the chorale prelude and made damn sure to pull on her bondage a few times as we were sitting in the pew. What an interesting confliction of emotion! A heretic in a church with a captive woman, entered in cuffs, being genitally stimulated by hidden ropes as beautiful voices fill the sacred sanctuary with Christmas music!
The prelude ends and we depart, our mission complete. By now I know that she is probably going to cooperate so we forego the cuffs. As we leave the church she turns to the left, back the way we came. But I gesture right. I ask her if she needs the cuffs and she says no.
We walk half a block and she doesn't even notice my car parked waiting for us. We get in the car and start to drive north.
The phone rings again. Guillano wants to know how it went, I tell him. Then he tells me to take Nadja to The Cage to prepare the blackmail material.
We drive for ten minutes and arrive at a building in a desolate area. I tell her to wait and i exit the car to get her door. After she gets our I reach into the car and pull out two hidden knives. We would need those in a minute.
I enter the building, making a show of my knives so she knows I still mean business. I've told her that the best thing she can do is to work with me and I'd try to do what I could. I sensed that she'd cooperate but she never actually voiced it. I wasn't the only one who was conflicted.
We enter a room to find a scene waiting for us. A St. Andrews cross leans against the wall flanked by two tungsten lights, one with a photographer's umbrella. In front of the cross, maybe fifteen feet out, was a table covered in various intriguing devices. On the floor lay a closed gun case.
The thermostat read 56 degrees as I turned it on. Nadja is standing in front of the cross, shivering slightly despite her jacket. Rather than remove clothing from her body I added a pair of goggles to cover her eyes, the lenses painted over with silver paint. I wait.
The heater kicks in and as I shoot a few pictures and re-enable the video feed for Guillano I take her coat and scarf. I bound her clothed arms above her head to the side, attaching them to the cross with cling wrap.
Immobile, blind, she was helpless as I slowly cut the clothing off of her body, biting, spanking, taking pictures, scratching, pulling on the clit rope to get some fun expressions. I cut the arms off the shirt and then tied her wrists to the cross using rope to alleviate some pressure. I cut the rest of the shirt off and cut large paths up the inside of each pant leg. I cut holes in the tank top, still covered by rope, her last vestige of modesty. Gradually I cut the pants off her body.
By now her mind is reeling, she's disoriented as I untie her from the cross and take pictures of her sucking my cock, still unable to see for the goggles. I give the goggles a brief reprise as I order her to shoot me eating her out. She takes a few but the concentration just isn't there. I tug on the ropes, taking pictures of the near-orgasmic bliss that finds its way to her face. I cut some of the remaining ropes off, along with her panties.
Then I turn her around and fuck her.
That part is short though, I have to change the tape and I'm supposed to get pictures of her masturbating. She strokes herself as I fulfill my mission. I know she's probably going to die so I let her shoot some of me doing the same. Following my lead, as I had tasted her sweet pussy during her own private show, she ends up with her lips around my cock again. I shoot some more pictures, she shoots some more, we fuck and shoot and then we break after I come in her mouth and, it seemed, all over the studio.
She is weak and no threat to me to I let her go to the bathroom as I clean up. She returns, wearing only the remains of the cut tank top. I wrap her in a blanket and we head back to the Lab. The worst is over.
We are just about home when the phone rings again.
I can't believe my ears! Guillano tells me that Nadja is the reason my brother went to jail for twenty years. He tells me I should kill her. I am shaken and upset. I storm into the house, leaving Nadja to follow me. Just before entering The Lab I tell her what he'd said. She denied the accusation but once again reiterated some familiarity with Guillano that disturbed me.
Guillano had given me two presents and had stashed them in The Lab. I made Nadja lie down and reach to the described location where I found a machete and a gorgeous hunting knife. These would be the tools of Nadja's death.
I left the room, horrified at my choice. Still, it had to be done, it was her or it was both of us. I came back in and started running the machete over Nadja's naked body. I held the blade to her throat. The moment of truth was nigh...
The phone rings.
I don't want to answer it but it's been part of my orders so I do. Guillano has been watching and applauds my loyalty. He had made up the story about her being involved in my brother's bust. Nadja and all the kinky assignments were just a Christmas present for me. Merry Christmas!
I felt like Abraham about to sacrifice Isaac, stopped by his God. My love just about died by my hand and all along it had been a mystery present for me. One thing remained. Well, one thing after the sobbing and the "Oh my God, I just about killed you!"
We were in The Lab, experiments had to take place. On with the blindfold, out with the nipple clamps. Pulls, tugs, constant pressure, lovely noises from the test subject. The addition of some extra hair clips took it up a notch and the removal of all of the above took it up three.
A question, a hesitant 'yes' and ankle cuffs were attached to her waiting legs. The attachment of
The secret is twofold: lots of lube and lots of patience.
My gloved finger eased its way into her ass. A little at first, the more. The look on her face and her sounds suggested she didn't know what to make of it.
Soon the entire finger. In and out, in and out. Then the additional feeling of my tongue on her clit, oh the lovely sounds!
I pulled out and climbed on top of her, sliding my cock into her pussy, reaching again for her ass with my finger. But in the end I could tell that this was the boundary, she had no more to give. I fell into her arms and we held each other, safe and secure, alive and happy to be with each other. Then we fell asleep.
The next morning I gazed into her eyes and no words were needed. She pulled me on top and we fucked for an hour. She screamed my name as we came together, what a mighty orgasm she had!