“I found the extension cord!”

Kevin gave a mild groan in response. He wasn’t sure what his girlfriend was planning. His best guess was that she was going to smack his ass a bit with the cord part. Really, just as long as she didn’t use the plug, he was good.

Blindfolds were a pretty recent addition to kink night. They were still working out the ki—nuances of incorporating it in.

“I was almost starting to think we didn’t have one,” Maria said. “And then that would have been egg on my face. I was just at the hardware store getting the thing I needed the cord for!”

The hardware store?

Maria’s fingers were suddenly on Kevin’s neck, tracing circles. He jumped a little, as her fingers were still a little cold, then he shivered when she ran them all the way done his spine.

Kevin was naked, bound chest down on the, each limb splayed out to a different corner. With his cock as hard as it was, took all of his willpower to keeping himself from thrusting against the sheets.

“Someone’s being a good boy right now, isn’t he?”

The bound man nodded enthusiastically. He could picture her in his mind. Her black was in a ponytail, to keep from getting in the way. She was probably still wearing her dark purple bra and panties, Kevin’s favorite. And of course there would be that adorable, yet terrifying smile of hers. The one she got when she was about to have fun.

“But I know that you’re on behaving now because you misbehaved earlier,” her voice was amused, teasing, but colder than usual. “You should have made sure you flushed those Kleenex last night, you wanton little whore.”

Oh shit. Had he seriously forgotten to flush the toilet?

“Don’t bother denying it with how many times I’ve caught you before. I got something special to punish you with tonight.”

Before Kevin could parse through that thought, Maria held something close enough to his nose that he smelled it quickly. It was a familiar sent, though one he didn’t recognize right away...

Oh shit. An extension cord, the hardware store.

Kevin moaned a muffled apology through the panties stuffing his mouth. “Eeeeese ooond,” he tried to say. Please don’t. He shook his head, not entirely sure how serious he was being.

A basic hot glue gun wouldn’t do any permanent damage, right?

“Nope, not listening. We’ve been over this, slut. That’s not your cock between your legs, it’s mine. M-I-N-E. I decide when you use it, not you. And since you decided to steal one of MY orgasms...”

The glue gun was taken away from Kevin’s nose. Maria said something else, in Spanish. Kevin might have been able to translate it if he was calm enough to listen and think, but he was still struggling, on the verge of panic.

The hot nozzle was suddenly pushed up against Kevin’s back. He went wild, bucking and struggling in anticipation for the burst of glue that... never... came.

Maria laughed. “Come on, corazoncito. I’m not going to hot glue your back, just wanted to scare you a bit.”

Kevin sagged, relieved and maybe a little disappointed. He’d have to look up what the basic stuff could do to skin after this. He’d gotten some of that stuff on his hands back in high school and it never did any real damage. Just burned a bit for awhile.

His train of thought was interrupted by a hard smack on his ass.

“Mmph!” He cries out. It was answered with another one.

“What are you moaning about now? I still need to punish you for playing without permission.” The smirk on her face was practically audible.

Oh. Right.