Page 51 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Playing out these scenes gives me a sense of control.

I open the door to my room, and there on the bed, exactly as Noel said, is a collar, a leash, and a pair of leather padded mittens.

Going to the closet, I reach for a top and stop.

I’ve come this far…could I go further? I contemplate what it’d be like to be naked on Noel’s leash, and shivers rack my spine. Goosebumps prickle my arms.

I want to be played with and fondled. I want his hands on my body.

Naked is the way to go.

The collar is a wide leather band, and I snap it on my neck. Again, this gives me a measure of control. I am choosing to do this. It’s not being done to me. I fasten the knee pads, adjusting them so they’re tight enough.

Next, the mitts.

I manage to get my hand in one, but getting the second mitt on is impossible. They are too padded for any flexibility.

I set that mitt on the bed.

With a shuddering breath, I kneel to wait for Noel and see right across from me is a stand holding two metal puppy bowls.

One is filled with water, and the other has something in it.

Deciding now or never, I crawl over to the bowl.

It’s dried cereal.

Seeing it there reassures me and makes me feel giddy.

Leaving it, I crawl back to the end of the bed, the plush carpet soft on my shins. The padded mitt is clunky, but I like how restrictive it feels.

While waiting, I shift my thinking and find a different headspace. Today, I only have to follow commands.

I welcome the break from my always on-brain, from planning for and anticipating what comes next.

Waiting like this, I get myself into an almost meditative state when I hear the soft click of the door and see Noel’s shiny black shoes as he enters.

“Hello, my Pet.” He strides over to me.

I keep my eyes straight ahead, focusing on following his lead.

He pats my head.

“You’re a gorgeous pet, do you know that?”

In reply, I nuzzle his hand.

“Stand up, Holly. I need to break the scene for a moment.”

I take his warm palm with my un-mitted one.

He leans against the bed. His eyes are glowing.

“Does that work too? If I say your name instead of ‘pet,’ does it break the scene for you?”

My heart leaps into my throat. I’ve never played with a Dom who is so considerate and aware of boundaries as Noel continues to be.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I can’t get the other mitt on.”

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