My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

The attached note was long and detailed. It started with a direct order not to open the gift until after work and before I did, I was to go to the café and wait for him. I had no work to do and could ugly kill time until the end of. Day, which I guessed was part of what Simon had in mind.

With nothing else to do, I got out my pad and pen and kept working on the book I’d started a couple of months ago but had only got to the second chapter. My pen moving across the lined sheet, as though moved by forces invisible.

It hurt but in a good way. The cramps nearly crippling my right hand the pains of accomplishment. I flipped through the approximately a hundred drafted pages, gently adjusting my hand and wrist, trying to work away the kinks, reminding my self to get one of those braces that help prevent Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

The familiar smell hit like a wall as I walked through the door off the café. Taking care to open it first. I considered getting a drink but it could well have been cold by the time my master arrived.

Following his instructions to the letter, I sat at a table near the window. Back straight and my hands flat on the table, not moving a muscle. I figured the surrounding people would probably think it was some kind of post-modern performance art piece. Stranger things had certainly happened. Not that such petty concerns were forefront in my mind. I was there for my master, which was all I was able to think about.

I didn’t look. No matter how many people walked past me, I never once turned my head. The master had told me to look forward until he arrived and that was exactly what he was going to do. Even the ones that smelled like my master.

Focusing so much made my other senses seem more sharp. I could hear the scrape of the other chair as it was pulled along the tile floor. I didn’t lookup. I hadn’t heard the release phrase yet.

“Good girl.”

My eyes adjusted as I looked over, my master coming into view. I was aware of something touching my hand and looked down as he stroked the back of it. It wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t even really aware of the tears as they started rolling down my cheeks.

“Honey,” he said, gently wiping them away.

“Happy tears,” I said, giggling.

Taking me by the hand, Simon gave some money to the baristas, who must have been wondering what was going on by that point, and led me out to his car.

The car eased up to the curb outside his house, no less amazing than it had the first time I’d seen it. I could feel Simon press up against me as he undid my seatbelt, putting it back up near the door. I’d gone into full pet mode by that point and was completely under his control.

Simon lifted me up into his arms as I held tight to my gift and carried me into his house. Carrying me through the darkening front hall, my master took me directly to his massive bedroom.

His hands were gentle and increasingly warm as he slowly stripped me. Taking his sweet time, he started with my boots, before going on to my coat, undoing each one of the many, many buttons before even starting on my main outfit. Making me feel it as he shed each layer, letting each piece drop to the floor.

When I was raw before his eyes, my master stood back to take me in. I leaned back and opened my legs to give him a better view. Never taking his eyes off me, Simon took off his suit, giving me an unmitigated look at his gorgeous form.

“Open your present,” he said, standing in front of me, his cock at full hardness.

My hand trembling with excitement, I picked up the box form it spot beside me and set about reverse engineering the lovely wrapping job. The box looked a lot like the one the lingerie had come in. Lifting the box with bated breath, I was truly unprepared for what I saw inside. Coiled up like sleeping snakes were four lengths of thin, silk rope of equal length.

“Lie down,” my master ordered.

Placing the box beside me again I lay back on his massive bed, waiting for him to do adjust me to his will. Moving the box down to the floor, my gentle master tied the ropes to my wrists and ankles biding me to the posts of his bed. He tested them carefully, making sure I couldn’t move.

I wasn’t sure how he got my nipple clamps but figured he’d taken them from m room that morning. He tended to plan so far ahead it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d been thinking about that moment for a while.