A brief ray of hope filtered through her depression as Rosie watched the tail lights disappear in the swirling snow. Maybe all was not lost? If he was...going to the party, she would have a chance to talk to him and sort things out. Rosie grinned. She was suddenly inordinately pleased that she had bought a new dress for the occasion. It certainly would not hurt to look her best tomorrow night. * * * Tiny lights winked from the huge elm trees growing along the gravel driveway that led to the. She kept rolling her head from side to side, as if she were trying to listen for any sounds. She kept trying to move her arms and legs, but to no avail, she was simply stuck. “I’m so gonna kill you for this!” She blurted out. “Now, now, what kind of fun would there be for me if you did that?” Dakota asked, finally breaking the silence from the chair he occupied in the corner of the room. With a chuckle, “good thing you’re tied down or I’m sure you would’ve jumped through the ceiling,” he. I suck on his finger and lick it sensually. I notice a tent form in his boxers as his cock stands to attention. Bending over he kisses me on the forehead and sits down to eat. We play footsy under the table like teenagers and giggle and laugh, enjoying each others company and the silence around us. We sit and take in the quiet for a few minutes, the only noise is the fire crackling in the fireplace.“So what is on the agenda for today?” I ask. “Any surprise visitors? Any kinky hijinks?”He. I had only been there once, but I knew they had the real thing. I had also wondered how many of these crops, whips were actually used on horses, and how many on ... a different kind of chattels.I browsed around the shop, and, under the pretext of making a wall decoration, bought a springy crop, a long bullwhip and a flat leather strap, of the type favored by the Argentinean Gauchos. On impulse I also bought a number of leather thongs. "For the frame" I said, although I do not think the salesman.