COMPRESSION

I'd been caught in the rain at the end of my run. Post run I'd stripped and stepped under the warm water of the rainfall shower. It felt good after the october rain I'd been subjected to, I could've lingered but the morning had almost slipped away already.

I flicked on the kettle and rested my palms on the kitchen counter.

"How was your run?"

Her accent washed over me like the shower I'd been enjoying moments earlier.

"Compression for recovery?"

I froze as she approached. Her hands brushed my hips briefly before tugging my shorts down to mid thigh. I braced at the sting of her hand on the bare skin above the top of one of the black thigh high compression stockings I used for post-run.

"You know you should've told me." she whispered.

I could almost hear the smirk. I thought back to the first time she saw me in them, a photo sent in an online chat. What I thought of as a cheap alternative to the expensive branded kit, had a different effect on her... Fuck!

Glancing over my shoulder I saw her open the fridge door, reach in and retrieve a black velvet pouch. I was about to pay for this infraction of protocol.

I felt the cold steel of the toy touch my skin, as it dragged down my spine to my tailbone. I closed my eyes.

"You've been a naughty boy, not telling me. You need correction... bend over."