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Let's continue with where we left off, shall we? The other thread is bound to be around. After the story is complete, it will get its own giant thread with all installments.
Anyway, like I said, I need to see interest and want in order for me to continue posting. Luckily, the feedback has been enormously pleasant so far. Let's keep it that way ^_^.
Also, I'm looking for somebody who can do the artwork for either this or any of my stories. So far, I have three of my stories illustrated, but I need the others done too. If you are interested in taking up the non-pay offer, please PM me.
Anyway, enjoy part two!
At long last, the day came. Jim and Kitti, both unknowingly and without prior knowledge of the other ones intentions, awoke at around 9am. Both wanted to get ready, and neither one knew what the other had in store for the other. Jim walked down to the S&M store (yes, their lovely town actually had one of these. Wouldn't you believe it?) and Kitti went to the local drug store. Without having said anything to one another, they had both planned on getting things that would excite the other, rather than themselves. It was the erotic version of O'Henry's classic, "The Gift of the Magi". Jim was properly escorted throughout the store by a half-dominatrix looking girl, being shown all sorts of fun little gadgets. Jim explained to the woman (whose name, her front leather vest so proudly proclaimed, was Susie) exactly what he and his girlfriend planned on that night. She smiled when he told her. "That's cute," she said. "My boyfriend would never let me do anything of the sort to him." She then went on to babble for a little while about her boyfriend and his ticklishness. Alex Lee, his name was. She mentioned about how once, the ladies of his family had to keep him in line with tickling alone. "I can see why he doesn't find it to be a very intimate pleasure," said Jim, regarding how much he would be appalled to mix tickling in with family.
Kitti, on the other hand, browsed around the aisles of the drug store. While it was a full pharmacy, it was also a rather large convienence store. She cruised the aisles, up and down and up and down and up and d-STOP. She saw what she was looking for. Hurrying down the center of aisle four, she stopped briefly and snatched one of the necessary tools that she would need tonight: Jackson's Baby Oil. The best there is, she thought, when it comes to making a guy sensitive. Kitti had actually found that baby oil makes the skin sensitive, or at least her girlfriend Beth told her. Beth and her had known each other since college, and when she told her over instant-message that she was going to be tying up Jim to tickle him, Beth recounted a memory where she and her other friend tortured a guy with tickling. Supposedly, he had stolen something of hers, and they baby-oiled him up just to bring out the delicate sensitivity that lay underneath each and every nerve ending he had. Kitti found herself even getting a little turned on by the description. Now, putting the baby oil in her shopping basket, she went on browsing, wondering if anything else would catch her eye.
While Kitti found herself leaving the store no later than 9:30am, Jim had some trouble. Susie tried helping as best she can, but Jim had trouble when it came to finding something special for Kitti. He knew that she had all of the essentials: handcuffs, rope, a gag even (although she probably would use it; she loved hearing his laugh). Jim was about to give up, but then he spied something interesting. The back room. Jim had to resist the urge from laughing; it was like in a movie. The back room had no door, but rather a series of beads protruding from the top of the doorway's framework. Behind the beads, there was mostly darkness, save for a red omnious glow. Susie saw him eyeing the door. "If you're looking for something extra special," she began, but he had already began walking in the room's direction. Casting the beads aside, he emerged into the room. This was not a section. No, not a special section at all, but rather...one product. Jim gazed at the piece of equipment for what felt like hours, when in actuality it had been about eight seconds. He didn't leave this trance until he felt Susie's hand fall upon his right shoulder. "This," she said, "is a very special piece of machinery." Indeed, Jim noted, it was. The machine before him was rather large; it towered over him quite a bit. Jim, being about 5'9'', realized that it towered over his head. It looked like a metal framework of a bed, but instead of a regular middle, there was a large cross in the middle of it. On the left and right tips of the cross, there were wrist cuffs. Jim realized, however, that there was nothing to secure the ankles. That didn't bother him a whole lot, though.
After a few minutes of walking around it and inspecting it, Jim began speaking. "I want this," he said. He began to pull out his wallet, when Susie began to giggle. "Sir, allow me to direct you to the price of this tool." She pulled aside a small drapery on the wall that he had not seen. The price was bolted onto the wall. Two-thousand dollars even. And that was before sales tax. Jim's expression sank. Susie, however, remained stable. "Here's the deal," she said. "How about you...no, don't put that away, keep the wallet out...how much do you have to spare?" Jim looked through and saw about sixty dollars. Sixty dollars of his hard-earned money. "Forty dollars," he said. He decided that lying was essentially all he could do, as he needed the remaining money for their buffet dinner. Susie looked duped, but she gently put her hand out. "Give me the forty, and you can pay me back later." What? Was this really happening? Was Jim Grant really about to buy a two-thousand dollar sex toy for forty dollars? Susie's expression remained the same, and he knew that she was not lying. Without another moment's thought, Jim slapped the money into her hand.
Before leaving at around 11pm, Jim gave Susie the address of the house where, as Susie put it, the loving was to happen. A team of installers would set the machine up in the most convienent place for them. Jim suggested the basement, which Susie regarded as being particularly kinky. Jim asked her how long it would take to install, and Susie said that she was unsure. However, she did know that they would definitely be out in about half an hour. "I've never been present to see one of these installed," she explained, "but I know that when I send the boys out, they're generally back in a half hour's time." While Jim and Kitti were eating dinner, the machine would be set up in her basement. Then, when they came home, he could show her the contraption, where she would no doubt have him hooked into place in no time. The way it worked was this: Jim had to stand on the little pedestals at the base of the frame, and that was when Kitti (standing on tiptoes, no doubt) would secure his wrists. She would then press a little button (appropriately branded with a hangman's symbol), and the pedestals would disappear from under him. In the meantime, Jim would be hanging there, helpless. There were cushions in the cuffs, as well as a cushioned area that the head should lay at. Generally, the machine was sat up (as Jim intended to use it), but there was another button on the side (this one unbranded) that made the machine hydraulically lower downwards so that it was a bed. Then, a mattress/blanket/pillow combo could be bestowed upon the framework. The hottest night of your life with sleep included, Jim thought. Marvelous.
Jim left the store, feeling confident and refreshed that he had struck such a deal. By the sounds of it, Jim could pay back Susie whenever he wanted. And she didn't mention anything about interest, which pleased him. Jim began to whistle a tune whose melody he couldn't quite pinpoint, as he merrily strolled down the sidewalk. He rounded the corner and THWACK. Jim came to an abrupt stop, as something was blocking his path. Someone. The figure blinked momentarily and looked down upon him, and at once, Jim could feel who it was. Amber Cassidy stood before him, scowling her usual scowl and scoffing her usual scoff. "Oh Jim, you idiot," she said bluntly. "You know, with your logic and your reasoning, I would expect you to know that matter can't move through matter. Or did they not teach you this at atheist school?" She was wearing a Jesus cap and a W.W.J.D. wristband: her usual getup. Jim became enraged. "Mind your own fucking business," he snapped. "I would apologize, but then I'd be lying." Amber laughed arrogantly and proceeded to scoff further. "An atheist like you has no place dealing with morals. You're damned anyway; why burden your simple mind with honesty?" Had Amber not been a girl, Jim would have slugged her square in the face. Of course, Jim was smarter than that, and having assault charges for beating his girl's sister wouldn't exactly fly well. Even Kitti would disapprove of that. Instead, Jim turned to walk away. Sometimes, it was best to just ignore her. She was so bigoted that he saw it to be futile to even associate with her. Nonetheless, there were things that she said and did that pushed his buttons, and unfortunately for Jim, Amber was about to spew forth something that would really push it. "My father was a liar," she stated promptly. Jim stopped dead in his tracks.
Amber and Kitti's father was one of the most pathetic excuses for men that Jim knew of. Abusive and diabolical, Randy Cassidy used to beat the ever-loving shit out of his children and his wife. It was so bad that Ann Cassidy, their mother, was put in the hospital for wound treatment. Out of jealousy and rage, Randy had decided to pull a knife on her, all because she had a conversation with the mailman. Luckily, Randy was put away, and he wouldn't be getting out until both of the Cassidy daughters were well in their 40s. Now, as Jim stood still and took in what Amber had just told him, it occurred to him that he was truly under attack this time. It was something more petty than relgion now. It was personal. Amber had compared Jim to a person who beat and stabbed his own family. She compared Jim to the one person who Amber said that she hated more than any other person. She compared Jim to the mess that had even tried to rape Kitti once upon a time. All of this was being attributed to him, and when Jim finally turned around to look at her, Amber even could sense that she had went too far. Still, she remained tough, and didn't stand down. She did, after all, have about half of a foot on him. She could turn him into scrap metal if she wanted to.
"Don't you dare compare me to that piece of shit," Jim snarled. "Don't you ever think that I'm like him. Don't you dare!" He began stuttering. Anger made words come harder for him, but he managed to successfully bitch at her to the point where she understood. Amber, the entire time, didn't break. Despite the fact that she did believe her father was worse than Jim, she wanted Jim to feel pain. She wanted him to suffer because he was scum. She knew it. The Lord told her, as she would go on to tell anybody who would ask about their bitter relationship. Finally, Amber began to speak. "Jim," she started slowly, "let me just say that I find your tone of voice...unsettling. In every way imaginable, I can see and hear my father in you. However, I'm better than this. I know how to turn the other cheek." She paused, taking a couple steps closer. Jim instinctively stepped back, although his face remained the same. "Let me make it clear to you, that if you ever, and I mean EVER touch Kitti in a way that I deem unfit, be it physical or sexual, or even emotional, I swear it that I will make you pay. I swear it!" She spat the last three words. Jim squinted to deflect the spittle from his eyes, and with that, he turned around again and began walking home.
By 1pm, the incident was out of his mind, and by 4:45pm, when Jim met Kitti at her front door, Amber was long gone. Apparently, Jim had encountered her on her way to her bible study. "Shit will study shit," Jim said happily, as Kitti giggled and hugged him. Jim saw that she was about to pinch his side, but she stopped. "Aww, why did you stop?" he said, clearly elongating the last two letters of the word 'stop'. She grabbed his head gently and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him passionately for about fifteen seconds. "Because, silly," she declared, "I want you to anticipate it. No sneak peaks until the moment comes." Jim just wanted to explode at the mere sound of that. If there was a God, he thought, then he certainly loved Jim.
Dinner was a blast. The chinese buffet was packed, as usual, and it was custom that people who did not know one another were sat at the same table. Jim had seen the practice done in Japanese restaurants before, but never in a Chinese one, and a buffet at that! Jim and Kitti were at a nine-person table with a family of four (a mother, father, and two twin pre-school girls), a rather plain looking old man, and another couple like themselves. The man, who Jim and Kitti learned was named Ivan, had just gotten back from Iraq. His girlfriend Emily was thrilled to have him home. Seeing the love that these two had for one another made both Jim and Kitti feel for each other even more. "I could never handle it if you went into the military," Kitti said cutely but seriously. Jim kissed her lightly on the cheek, reassuring her. "That won't ever happen." Indeed, Jim never would go into the military.
Dinner lasted them a much shorter time than Jim had expected, and when they were finally ready to leave, it was only about 5:25pm. Jim thought that they might be done installing the machine, but didn't want to take any chances. It was at that moment that he realized that he did not know the piece of equpiment's name. Not that it was important or anything. Jim suggested to Kitti that they had a walk in the park before going home, which she responded to warmly. For thirty minutes, they strolled through the quaint but homey little community park, admiring the foliage and occasionally laughing at a duo of squirrels, who no doubt had the same plans as they did. Several times, the male squirrel mounted the female, and every single time that she saw, Kitti blushed. She even cutely added in to Jim, "that one's gonna be me soon!" He nuzzled her affectionally for the rest of the walk home.
6:00pm sharp. Even before they made it through the front door, they began kissing. Somehow, they managed to maneuver their way into the house, and through to Kitti's room. "Oh Jim," she cooed in his ear, "I have a little surprise for you." She stopped kissing him and strolled over to a nearby hallway closet, reemerging around the corner to brandish the baby oil. Jim was well-aware of the effect it would have on him, and he felt enamored that she took the time to research how she could better his experience. This sent him through the roof. "I love you, baby. I love you so much." He embraced her snuggly. How he loved the warmth of her hugs. "There's something special that I have for you, too," he said. Taking her hand, he led her to the basement door and stopped outside of it. Kitti, a bit confused but still loving the thrill of surprise, looked at him. "I want you," he said, "to go down those steps and tell me what you think." Her smile widened, and with a kiss on the cheek, she flung the door open and excitedly descended down the steps. She didn't even bother turning the light on, which Jim was lucky to have remembered as he himself went down the stairs. "Oh my God!" he heard her scream. Getting down to where she was, he could feel her excitement. There was the machine. The large contraption that Jim had bought earlier was standing straight up, gleaming and ready to go. Kitti was at a loss for words.
"I really hope this will serve your needs," he said, and with a moment's thought, he added, "Mistress." That was all it took. Kitti flung herself onto him, bringing him to the ground and kissing him all the way. For a good ten minutes, they lay on the floor, holding one another and kissing. When at last they had exhausted, Kitti stood up slowly. With a half-smile, she said the words that she had been waiting to say for the last sixth of an hour. "Let's get you strapped in, Mr. Grant."
Anyway, like I said, I need to see interest and want in order for me to continue posting. Luckily, the feedback has been enormously pleasant so far. Let's keep it that way ^_^.
Also, I'm looking for somebody who can do the artwork for either this or any of my stories. So far, I have three of my stories illustrated, but I need the others done too. If you are interested in taking up the non-pay offer, please PM me.
Anyway, enjoy part two!
At long last, the day came. Jim and Kitti, both unknowingly and without prior knowledge of the other ones intentions, awoke at around 9am. Both wanted to get ready, and neither one knew what the other had in store for the other. Jim walked down to the S&M store (yes, their lovely town actually had one of these. Wouldn't you believe it?) and Kitti went to the local drug store. Without having said anything to one another, they had both planned on getting things that would excite the other, rather than themselves. It was the erotic version of O'Henry's classic, "The Gift of the Magi". Jim was properly escorted throughout the store by a half-dominatrix looking girl, being shown all sorts of fun little gadgets. Jim explained to the woman (whose name, her front leather vest so proudly proclaimed, was Susie) exactly what he and his girlfriend planned on that night. She smiled when he told her. "That's cute," she said. "My boyfriend would never let me do anything of the sort to him." She then went on to babble for a little while about her boyfriend and his ticklishness. Alex Lee, his name was. She mentioned about how once, the ladies of his family had to keep him in line with tickling alone. "I can see why he doesn't find it to be a very intimate pleasure," said Jim, regarding how much he would be appalled to mix tickling in with family.
Kitti, on the other hand, browsed around the aisles of the drug store. While it was a full pharmacy, it was also a rather large convienence store. She cruised the aisles, up and down and up and down and up and d-STOP. She saw what she was looking for. Hurrying down the center of aisle four, she stopped briefly and snatched one of the necessary tools that she would need tonight: Jackson's Baby Oil. The best there is, she thought, when it comes to making a guy sensitive. Kitti had actually found that baby oil makes the skin sensitive, or at least her girlfriend Beth told her. Beth and her had known each other since college, and when she told her over instant-message that she was going to be tying up Jim to tickle him, Beth recounted a memory where she and her other friend tortured a guy with tickling. Supposedly, he had stolen something of hers, and they baby-oiled him up just to bring out the delicate sensitivity that lay underneath each and every nerve ending he had. Kitti found herself even getting a little turned on by the description. Now, putting the baby oil in her shopping basket, she went on browsing, wondering if anything else would catch her eye.
While Kitti found herself leaving the store no later than 9:30am, Jim had some trouble. Susie tried helping as best she can, but Jim had trouble when it came to finding something special for Kitti. He knew that she had all of the essentials: handcuffs, rope, a gag even (although she probably would use it; she loved hearing his laugh). Jim was about to give up, but then he spied something interesting. The back room. Jim had to resist the urge from laughing; it was like in a movie. The back room had no door, but rather a series of beads protruding from the top of the doorway's framework. Behind the beads, there was mostly darkness, save for a red omnious glow. Susie saw him eyeing the door. "If you're looking for something extra special," she began, but he had already began walking in the room's direction. Casting the beads aside, he emerged into the room. This was not a section. No, not a special section at all, but rather...one product. Jim gazed at the piece of equipment for what felt like hours, when in actuality it had been about eight seconds. He didn't leave this trance until he felt Susie's hand fall upon his right shoulder. "This," she said, "is a very special piece of machinery." Indeed, Jim noted, it was. The machine before him was rather large; it towered over him quite a bit. Jim, being about 5'9'', realized that it towered over his head. It looked like a metal framework of a bed, but instead of a regular middle, there was a large cross in the middle of it. On the left and right tips of the cross, there were wrist cuffs. Jim realized, however, that there was nothing to secure the ankles. That didn't bother him a whole lot, though.
After a few minutes of walking around it and inspecting it, Jim began speaking. "I want this," he said. He began to pull out his wallet, when Susie began to giggle. "Sir, allow me to direct you to the price of this tool." She pulled aside a small drapery on the wall that he had not seen. The price was bolted onto the wall. Two-thousand dollars even. And that was before sales tax. Jim's expression sank. Susie, however, remained stable. "Here's the deal," she said. "How about you...no, don't put that away, keep the wallet out...how much do you have to spare?" Jim looked through and saw about sixty dollars. Sixty dollars of his hard-earned money. "Forty dollars," he said. He decided that lying was essentially all he could do, as he needed the remaining money for their buffet dinner. Susie looked duped, but she gently put her hand out. "Give me the forty, and you can pay me back later." What? Was this really happening? Was Jim Grant really about to buy a two-thousand dollar sex toy for forty dollars? Susie's expression remained the same, and he knew that she was not lying. Without another moment's thought, Jim slapped the money into her hand.
Before leaving at around 11pm, Jim gave Susie the address of the house where, as Susie put it, the loving was to happen. A team of installers would set the machine up in the most convienent place for them. Jim suggested the basement, which Susie regarded as being particularly kinky. Jim asked her how long it would take to install, and Susie said that she was unsure. However, she did know that they would definitely be out in about half an hour. "I've never been present to see one of these installed," she explained, "but I know that when I send the boys out, they're generally back in a half hour's time." While Jim and Kitti were eating dinner, the machine would be set up in her basement. Then, when they came home, he could show her the contraption, where she would no doubt have him hooked into place in no time. The way it worked was this: Jim had to stand on the little pedestals at the base of the frame, and that was when Kitti (standing on tiptoes, no doubt) would secure his wrists. She would then press a little button (appropriately branded with a hangman's symbol), and the pedestals would disappear from under him. In the meantime, Jim would be hanging there, helpless. There were cushions in the cuffs, as well as a cushioned area that the head should lay at. Generally, the machine was sat up (as Jim intended to use it), but there was another button on the side (this one unbranded) that made the machine hydraulically lower downwards so that it was a bed. Then, a mattress/blanket/pillow combo could be bestowed upon the framework. The hottest night of your life with sleep included, Jim thought. Marvelous.
Jim left the store, feeling confident and refreshed that he had struck such a deal. By the sounds of it, Jim could pay back Susie whenever he wanted. And she didn't mention anything about interest, which pleased him. Jim began to whistle a tune whose melody he couldn't quite pinpoint, as he merrily strolled down the sidewalk. He rounded the corner and THWACK. Jim came to an abrupt stop, as something was blocking his path. Someone. The figure blinked momentarily and looked down upon him, and at once, Jim could feel who it was. Amber Cassidy stood before him, scowling her usual scowl and scoffing her usual scoff. "Oh Jim, you idiot," she said bluntly. "You know, with your logic and your reasoning, I would expect you to know that matter can't move through matter. Or did they not teach you this at atheist school?" She was wearing a Jesus cap and a W.W.J.D. wristband: her usual getup. Jim became enraged. "Mind your own fucking business," he snapped. "I would apologize, but then I'd be lying." Amber laughed arrogantly and proceeded to scoff further. "An atheist like you has no place dealing with morals. You're damned anyway; why burden your simple mind with honesty?" Had Amber not been a girl, Jim would have slugged her square in the face. Of course, Jim was smarter than that, and having assault charges for beating his girl's sister wouldn't exactly fly well. Even Kitti would disapprove of that. Instead, Jim turned to walk away. Sometimes, it was best to just ignore her. She was so bigoted that he saw it to be futile to even associate with her. Nonetheless, there were things that she said and did that pushed his buttons, and unfortunately for Jim, Amber was about to spew forth something that would really push it. "My father was a liar," she stated promptly. Jim stopped dead in his tracks.
Amber and Kitti's father was one of the most pathetic excuses for men that Jim knew of. Abusive and diabolical, Randy Cassidy used to beat the ever-loving shit out of his children and his wife. It was so bad that Ann Cassidy, their mother, was put in the hospital for wound treatment. Out of jealousy and rage, Randy had decided to pull a knife on her, all because she had a conversation with the mailman. Luckily, Randy was put away, and he wouldn't be getting out until both of the Cassidy daughters were well in their 40s. Now, as Jim stood still and took in what Amber had just told him, it occurred to him that he was truly under attack this time. It was something more petty than relgion now. It was personal. Amber had compared Jim to a person who beat and stabbed his own family. She compared Jim to the one person who Amber said that she hated more than any other person. She compared Jim to the mess that had even tried to rape Kitti once upon a time. All of this was being attributed to him, and when Jim finally turned around to look at her, Amber even could sense that she had went too far. Still, she remained tough, and didn't stand down. She did, after all, have about half of a foot on him. She could turn him into scrap metal if she wanted to.
"Don't you dare compare me to that piece of shit," Jim snarled. "Don't you ever think that I'm like him. Don't you dare!" He began stuttering. Anger made words come harder for him, but he managed to successfully bitch at her to the point where she understood. Amber, the entire time, didn't break. Despite the fact that she did believe her father was worse than Jim, she wanted Jim to feel pain. She wanted him to suffer because he was scum. She knew it. The Lord told her, as she would go on to tell anybody who would ask about their bitter relationship. Finally, Amber began to speak. "Jim," she started slowly, "let me just say that I find your tone of voice...unsettling. In every way imaginable, I can see and hear my father in you. However, I'm better than this. I know how to turn the other cheek." She paused, taking a couple steps closer. Jim instinctively stepped back, although his face remained the same. "Let me make it clear to you, that if you ever, and I mean EVER touch Kitti in a way that I deem unfit, be it physical or sexual, or even emotional, I swear it that I will make you pay. I swear it!" She spat the last three words. Jim squinted to deflect the spittle from his eyes, and with that, he turned around again and began walking home.
By 1pm, the incident was out of his mind, and by 4:45pm, when Jim met Kitti at her front door, Amber was long gone. Apparently, Jim had encountered her on her way to her bible study. "Shit will study shit," Jim said happily, as Kitti giggled and hugged him. Jim saw that she was about to pinch his side, but she stopped. "Aww, why did you stop?" he said, clearly elongating the last two letters of the word 'stop'. She grabbed his head gently and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him passionately for about fifteen seconds. "Because, silly," she declared, "I want you to anticipate it. No sneak peaks until the moment comes." Jim just wanted to explode at the mere sound of that. If there was a God, he thought, then he certainly loved Jim.
Dinner was a blast. The chinese buffet was packed, as usual, and it was custom that people who did not know one another were sat at the same table. Jim had seen the practice done in Japanese restaurants before, but never in a Chinese one, and a buffet at that! Jim and Kitti were at a nine-person table with a family of four (a mother, father, and two twin pre-school girls), a rather plain looking old man, and another couple like themselves. The man, who Jim and Kitti learned was named Ivan, had just gotten back from Iraq. His girlfriend Emily was thrilled to have him home. Seeing the love that these two had for one another made both Jim and Kitti feel for each other even more. "I could never handle it if you went into the military," Kitti said cutely but seriously. Jim kissed her lightly on the cheek, reassuring her. "That won't ever happen." Indeed, Jim never would go into the military.
Dinner lasted them a much shorter time than Jim had expected, and when they were finally ready to leave, it was only about 5:25pm. Jim thought that they might be done installing the machine, but didn't want to take any chances. It was at that moment that he realized that he did not know the piece of equpiment's name. Not that it was important or anything. Jim suggested to Kitti that they had a walk in the park before going home, which she responded to warmly. For thirty minutes, they strolled through the quaint but homey little community park, admiring the foliage and occasionally laughing at a duo of squirrels, who no doubt had the same plans as they did. Several times, the male squirrel mounted the female, and every single time that she saw, Kitti blushed. She even cutely added in to Jim, "that one's gonna be me soon!" He nuzzled her affectionally for the rest of the walk home.
6:00pm sharp. Even before they made it through the front door, they began kissing. Somehow, they managed to maneuver their way into the house, and through to Kitti's room. "Oh Jim," she cooed in his ear, "I have a little surprise for you." She stopped kissing him and strolled over to a nearby hallway closet, reemerging around the corner to brandish the baby oil. Jim was well-aware of the effect it would have on him, and he felt enamored that she took the time to research how she could better his experience. This sent him through the roof. "I love you, baby. I love you so much." He embraced her snuggly. How he loved the warmth of her hugs. "There's something special that I have for you, too," he said. Taking her hand, he led her to the basement door and stopped outside of it. Kitti, a bit confused but still loving the thrill of surprise, looked at him. "I want you," he said, "to go down those steps and tell me what you think." Her smile widened, and with a kiss on the cheek, she flung the door open and excitedly descended down the steps. She didn't even bother turning the light on, which Jim was lucky to have remembered as he himself went down the stairs. "Oh my God!" he heard her scream. Getting down to where she was, he could feel her excitement. There was the machine. The large contraption that Jim had bought earlier was standing straight up, gleaming and ready to go. Kitti was at a loss for words.
"I really hope this will serve your needs," he said, and with a moment's thought, he added, "Mistress." That was all it took. Kitti flung herself onto him, bringing him to the ground and kissing him all the way. For a good ten minutes, they lay on the floor, holding one another and kissing. When at last they had exhausted, Kitti stood up slowly. With a half-smile, she said the words that she had been waiting to say for the last sixth of an hour. "Let's get you strapped in, Mr. Grant."
