A weekend to remember – Part 1_(0)

It was a typical day in the office and I was busy clock watching as 5PM approached. I had a hours drive before I would be home for the weekend and able to put the week behind me and look forward to a relaxing few days. The miles counted down slowly as they always did in the end of week rush hours but I was soon through the worst of it with only a twenty mile stretch left to go. About 30 minutes later I pulled in to the drive and switched off, I would be happy not to see the car for the rest of the weekend, little did I know that this would be closer to the truth than I could have imagined.

As I went to enter through the back gate as usual I was confused why it had been locked, puzzled I reverted to using the front door, passing by the windows to the door I noticed that the blinds had not been opened, not totally unusual as we didn’t tend to use the lounge during the day and often forgot to open them until much later in the day. However, gate locked and the blinds closed was very strange indeed.

I put the key in the lock and opened the door, walking in and closing it behind me I then called out to see who was in. Silence, I heard nothing. I walked through to the kitchen and dumped my things down, kicked off my shoes and headed upstairs to get changed into weekend wear. Walking past each of the rooms on the way to the master bedroom I glanced in, not one was about. At this point I guessed everyone was out and I would text Jenny once I had changed to see why I haven deserted.

I walked round the corner to our room and saw a post it note on the door, at last a feeling of relief that I hadn’t been forgotten and that all would become clear. On approaching the note it looked more like an essay, small writing covered the note which read the following.

“James – before you enter the room you must understand that what you are about to see is me giving myself to you for the weekend. I have ensured that we will have the whole weekend undisturbed to do with what we wish. The next 24 hours I will serve you and concede to anything you wish, from 7pm Saturday evening you will concede to anything I wish. I will not hold back as these times are few and far between. I love you, Jenny XXX”

I was shocked, firstly how she managed to get all that on a post it note. when she could have used an A4 piece of paper; secondly what was I in for? I knew Jenny was in our room and she had been waiting for my return. I could feel the adrenaline building inside me as this weekend was going to be one that first I wouldn’t forget in a hurry and that I had the next 24 hours to do whatever I wished.

Hundreds of my fantasies rushed through my mind, would Jenny really allow me to do anything I wished? Time would tell, I reached for the door handle and opened the door slowly not knowing what I was about to discover.

As I walked into our room I saw Jenny sat naked needling on her knees with her hands rested on them, her head was lowered in almost a look of shame. I walked over and knelt down next to her and using one hand under her chin lifted her head slowly. Her eyes avoided mine as I leant in and kissed her slowly. Her lips were soft as they touched mine; Jenny parted her lips slightly as I slipped my tongue past them. Moments later I slowly pulled away, Jenny looked into my eyes and just said “I’m your to enjoy” Jenny lent to the side and pulled over a familiar basked box that I knew contains all those things that would ensure we would have a fantastic weekend.

Having a busy life had meant that the basket had not been out for some time and neither of us had had the time or energy to make use of any of the contents. Jenny lifted the lid and I saw that it had been tidied and even a few things I didn’t recognise. Jenny looked up at me “I’ve bought a few new things and anything that required batteries has had new ones put in, there is also spare batteries should we need them.”

“This weekend is about us, I am giving myself to you, you may do anything you wish but remember that 7pm tomorrow I’m can take control, and this means that I can ask you to do anything I want”.

I looked straight into Jenny’s eyes and lent in for a kiss. This was golfing to be one heck of a weekend for the both of us. “I only have one request” Jenny looked intently “if at any point you are not happy then you must say, I would rather stop than ruin the weekend because you didn’t say anything.

Jenny looked at me “If I were to refer to the colours of the traffic light to indicate how I was feeling would that be better.”

I thought for a moment “explain what you mean so I’m clear from the off, I don’t want to miss understand anything.

“Red, is a clear stop, it doesn’t mean you have just hurt me or that I’m uncomfortable but I wouldn’t like for you to continue whatever it may be you are doing.

Orange, this means you may be getting close to a Red but keep doing what you’re doing but maybe go a little easier.

Green, not sure why we would need this but I may say it if I like something and want more of it, kind of like errr faster or harder”.

I think I understand and I’m clear of what I have to listen out for. Jenny looks back at me and only has one more things to say “what are you waiting for”. Still in a little shock and unsure what I want to do first I stand and walk away to get changed out of my work gear that I’ve still not managed to change out of yet. While undoing my top button of my shirt it hits me, what am I doing? The note said for the next 24 hours Jenny would serve me, I didn’t want to make her a slave but I thought I would test the waters to see how up for this she was.

“Come here and help me get out of these things”

Jenny as quick as anything hurried over and began to undo my shirt, slowly and almost seductively she undid each button in turn and pushed it off my shoulders and to the floor. Next she tugged at my belt then undid my trousers letting them also fall. I stepped out and grabbed some lounging trousers and a t-shirt, while I began putting them on I asked Jenny to fetch us both a drink. Jenny didn’t put anything on and was about to make her way to the kitchen when I stopped her. “Hold on a minute” Jenny stopped in her tracks and froze. Walked over to her draws and pulled out a little black micro thong, I then went to the basket and rummaged through to find firstly the bottle of lube and then the shiny silver butt plug. “Come back here, I want you to wear these”. Jenny walked over and looked at me, without saying another word she took the bottle of lube, turned around and squirted what I thought was more than was necessary amount of lube at the top of her sexy bum. Jenny quickly bent over as the lube ran slowly between her cheeks to her arsehole; I quickly lifted the silver bullet and twisted it to cover it in lube. Gently I worked the plug into Jennie arsehole pushing and pulling it in and out before giving it a final push all the way in. Jenny let out a little moan of pleasure and wriggled her ass to get things comfortable.