Home for the Holidays (Audio Script)

“Okay, they’re gone.” “How long do we have?” “Mum said they’d be gone for a couple of hours. But Dad runs Christmas shopping like a military operation, so I’d guess less than that.” “Okay, that should be enough time. Right?” “It’s going to have to be. By the way, my mum asked what size shirt you wear. You’re about to be showered with Christmas jumpers.” “Does that mean she likes me?” “It means she loves you.” “That’s good, good. I’m not sure your dad feels the same way, though.” “Oh, he’s fine, trust me.” “I would very much like to make a good impression on him.” “Once he knows you’re not a Red Sox fan, you’ll be in the clear.” “Ah. Well, nothing to worry about there.” “You can take the man out of Boston…” You’re not the first boyfriend I’ve brought home for the holidays. But you’re definitely the first one my parents seem to actually like. You’ve talked to them on FaceTime once before, but I know meeting someone in person is totally different. As nervous as you were, I honestly think it went really well. I mean, Mum has been constantly badgering you with questions about your job, your family, what kind of food you like best. So, yeah, that’s a good sign. And Dad showing you his prized baseball cards yesterday? Well, that’s practically walking me down the aisle. “Okay, so… can I open it?” “Yes, c’mon, c’mon! Time is ticking.” “You’re sure you don’t want to open this tomorrow under the tree?” “Opening up a kinky Christmas present in front of my whole family? Yeah, that wouldn’t be embarrassing at all.” “Alright, well, let’s see what we have here…” “Bondage tape?” “You said you wanted to try it.” “I did…” “And since black and red are your favorite colours…” “And you’ll look incredible all tied up in it. I love it. Thanks, babe.” “Now, open yours.” You hand me a small, rectangular box with a sleek, white ribbon. A necklace? A collar? “Ahhh! You found them!” “Do you like it?” “Like it? Yes! I thought they were completely sold out!” You take the chest clamps out of the box and dangle them in front of me. Just the fact that you knew the exact pair I wanted shows how good of a listener you are. “I emailed the shop to see if there was a chance they’d be getting any in stock before Christmas. Got lucky.” “You’re so sweet.” “So, think we have time to take these for a spin?” “Yeah, if we’re quick.” “Okay…” “Quick quick. You can’t take your time with me. As much as I want you to…” “Mm, that’s a shame. Stand up.” You stand behind me and reach around my waist. Your fingers are cold as they graze the waistband on my skirt. You tug it down and pull my jumper over my head. I can feel a growing bulge pushing against my ass through your jeans. I push back against it and wrap my hands around the front of your thighs. My chest harden as you graze your fingertips over them. “Mmm, hard already… you like when I…?” “Yeah…” “Hold out your wrists for me.” The tape is cool against my wrists. The latex material doesn’t stick to me, just to itself. “How’s that feel?” “Really good.” I feel myself relax as you wrap another layer around my wrists and tear off the length from the roll. Your fingers slide down my stomach, between my legs. “Mm, looks good on you. How about some more… here…” You wrap another tight length of the tape around my upper arms, pressing them into my side. And another layer below my breasts… “And now that I have you tied up… I can do anything I want to you.” “Fuck…” “Like… blindfold you… finger you so slowly… and just watch you writhe on the bed. Guess I’ll just have to settle for fucking you nice and quick since we’re short on time.” “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you bought the tape… you want to give yourself over to me.” “Fuck, those little moans… God, that gets me hard.” “Are you ready for these?” “Oh, yeah. Yeah, please…” “Then… let’s get these nice and hard…” Your fingers grasp both of my chest with a light touch. You squeeze them and roll the skin between your thumb and forefinger… “There’s one… ” “And the other.” “Damn, you look so good like this… all mine…” “What if I… pull at this chain?” “F-fuck…” “I have a feeling that you’re probably very wet right now… Is that right?” “Why don’t you see for yourself?” Your fingers trail down my stomach… and slowly inch between my thighs. “Oh… fuck…” “You… you are fucking desperate for me to fuck you… aren’t you? You’re really fucking wet.” Your fingers glide ever-so-slowly over my clit… just circling around it… drifting down through my folds… back up again… “Ride my hand. Slow.” I roll my hips forward and try to draw your fingers to my clit. You keep them still between my legs and let me fuck myself on them. The tight restriction of the tape around my body… knowing I can only take what you give… I fucking love being like this. Being helpless to you. “I know you want me to fuck you… you want to feel my fingers inside you… don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need. ” “Oh my god, please… baby, we don’t have much time…” “I said don’t worry. Turn around. Face me.” “Lie back.” “Let me just… look at you…” “You like watching me touch myself?” “Yeah… I want your dick so bad…” “Just watch me… keep watching…” “You see how hard you made me? See what you did?” “Fill me up, please—please, just put it in me, baby…” “This is what you want? You wanna be filled up?” “That’s it, f-fuck—right there, right there!” “Oh, god, yeah—you want this dick, baby? You want this?” “Harder, baby, fuck me harder…!” You tug on the chain between each chest clamp and pleasure surges through me. I buck my hips to meet yours, my mind going blank with the waves of sensation overwhelming me. I can feel my pussy squeezing around you… I love watching your dick disappearing into me over and over again. “Oh god, I’m so close…” “Don’t passion yet. Not yet… passion with me…” “Baby, I’m gonna passion… I’m gonna passion…” “Made it with time to spare.” “Yeah. Told you, I had everything under control.” “Shit! They’re home early! Untie me!” “Okay, okay, hold on.” “Stay still—I’ll get the clamps.” “Okay.” “Deep breath…” “All good?” “Really good.” “Come on! Get dressed!”