43: Bonus 2
Bonus 2: NIPPLE GATE
It was a few weeks before Isis and Gage's wedding, Isis had become more sexually adventurous and Gage was letting her inner freak fly. It was to the point Gage was no longer introducing things in the bedroom; it was Isis. It was her idea to have a sex dungeon built in the basement, and she had bought most of the trinkets and devices to fill the room.
Isis had returned from her girls’ weekend and Gage walked into the downstairs bedroom, finding his fiancee surrounded by packages. At a closer look, he saw more sex toys than he had ever seen in his life.
“Good gosh, woman. What is all this? What are you doing?”
Isis got up from the floor and Gage’s eyes almost popped out of his head. She was in a new fetish outfit and he thought he would have a heart attack. A new large leather collar around her neck.
“I’m organizing my new toys, Master. The hidden drawers were a great idea. It looks just like a normal bedroom.” She slinked closer to him with a sweet, playful smile. She knew getting in subspace quickly would please him. “Do you approve? Did I do good?”
Gage cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. “Wow. That’s quite a haul you have.”
“The girls and I went shopping. We had a lot of fun this weekend.”
“I see that, love. I hope you don’t have too much fun together.” He winked at her, wiggling his brows.
Isis blushed. “No, sir. I’m only for you.”
“That’s my good girl. So, let’s see what you have here.” Gage started rummaging through the piles of toys. “Looks like a lot of fun things here. I’m impressed.”
“I bought you something.” Isis went to grab a bag and handed it to him. Placing her hands behind her she bowed her head smiling. She knew he would love her gift.
“A gift. Did you get Master something to play with?”
“I think you will like it, my king.”
Gage opened the bag, seeing a leather flog with several long leather tassels. One he had looked into buying himself one day. He tilted his head down to meet her smiling eyes “You got something special, didn’t you? I love it. But you know I don’t like to hurt you, love. I just wanted it to decorate above the bed.”
“I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you. Maybe we could play later, and you can test it out.”
Gage rubbed his hand over her soft hair, and she leaned into his touch. “I would never hurt you. I love you, Isis. But I know how much you like spankings, so we’ll try it.”
“Thank you.” She went into his arms, wrapping herself around his waist. “I did a bad thing, Master. I’m afraid you will be mad.”
“What did you do? You know you can tell me anything.”
“The girls and I were talking and…”
“Yes?”
“I told them about the dungeon. They all know about our private life. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Holly was there and I tell her everything. She’s like my sister. It just slipped out.”
Gage chuckled. “Sweetie. I’m not mad. I’m fairly sure everyone has figured it out already, anyway. No more secrets. If you want to talk to your friends about things, I won’t mind.”
Isis looked up at him with a sad look. “You sure? The contract says…”
“The hell with the contract. If it doesn’t get out to the media and my family, I don’t mind our close friends knowing.” Gage looked around and saw an electrical looking box with gauges on it. “What’s this?”
Isis ran over to the electro device and covered it with a pillow. “It’s a surprise. For when I get to roleplay.”
“What is it?” He tried to look around her.
“I’m not telling you. It’s something I found at the store I thought we could try.”
Gage threw his hands up. “Okay. I’m going upstairs to make a sandwich. Have fun with your dirty organizing.”
Isis giggled. “You love my dirty organizing.”
“I sort of do. I’m going to buy you a sexy French maid costume for your roleplay closet.”
“Master? Do I get to play tonight? You promised.”
Gage looked back over his shoulder as he headed up the stairs. “Yes. You want to be a dominatrix, right?”
“Yes.” Isis’s eyes lit up.
Gage ran his hand over his face. He hated to not be the one in control, but he did it to make her feel more confident in herself. Since he allowed her to have days to switch rolls, it seemed she was coming out of her shell and stopped hiding as much. There would always be that shyness, but she was a beautiful woman, and he wanted her to shine. If this were a way, he could help to do that, all the better.
“After dinner, then. I’ll take you to that Italian place you like later.”
“Thank you, sir. And Gage, I love you.”
“You better,” he teased.
