The Daily Life of Emma Preston *Complete*

Anticipation

Ok, I want to give everyone a little teaser for the next chapter..... 

The Daily Life of Emma Preston

Anticipation 

*The photo of her 'outfit' is on the side!*

Emma hung up the phone before I could say anything. I hadn't made up my mind on if I was going to take Emma to that side yet, or to keep her safe on this side. In all honesty, I didn't really care if we had that type of relationship. 

Do I want to to do this Emma? If I do, it may change her, as a person. Yes, I've made her cum in so many different ways, ways she didn't even think possible. And so many times in one sitting that she's passed out.

But this, what was going through my mind now, was so different. I wanted to give her the most she could handle. I wanted to Dominate her like never before, show her what it could be like. What my best really is.

The images of the possibilities raced through my mind. I couldn't stop them. Each one was better then the last.

I sat back down on the couch, trying to control myself. I was in the middle of ordering a baby crib online when Emma had called. We had both seen this really nice white one, and for her birthday I wanted to get it for her. Even though it's three months away.

I was excited to be a father. And a husband. I wasn't sure which I was more thrilled about.

But now. The images of Emma and her stomach sticking out just a little bit, tied up, gaged, and begging... my thoughts trailed off to a dark place I hadn't been in for years.

She told me to be ready when she gets home.

So be it.

I pulled into the driveway carefully, and cut the engine. This was it. I have to do this.

With nothing more the curiosity and willpower, I pulled myself out of the car and walked to the front door. Slowly turning my key in the handle, I pushed the door open.

"What took you so long?" I heard Jerry say from the living room. His voice sounded alien to me. It sounded sexy as fuck!

I closed the door, and shuffled into the living room. "I was speeding, Jerry. I got here in fifteen minutes. It's a forty-five minute drive."

Jerry chuckled, and slowly stood up. With the way the living room was set up, the back of the couch faced the entrance. So when he slowly stood up, it did things to me. I couldn't' see his face, his back to me. The menacingly way he turned around should have clued me in to what was going on.

My mouth went dry. And not just 'I need a quick drink' dry either. No, this was a 'I've been walking through the desert for two and a half days with no water' dry.

I told him to be ready. 

And Jerry never disappoints.

Jerry turned, a cold smile on his lips. But his lips are not what held my attention. 

His eye, which always change green when we start messing around, are clear. The lightness of them almost scares the shit out of me as he walks around the couch to me. 

This is what you asked for! There's a voice screaming at me.

I stand stock still, afraid to move. 

Jerry just smiles at me, and hold out his hand. "Come with me." 

Tentatively, I take his hand. 

You asked for this. You asked for this. You asked for this. I repeated over and over again in my head as Jerry led me up the stairs.

"Jerry," I said, afraid to talk, but needing to know something. "Will this hurt the baby at all?"

Jerry stopped when we got to the landing at the top of the steps. He turned me to, his eyes darkening a little bit. At least I know My Jerry is still in there, and in control of himself. 

"No Emma," He reassured me. "This won't hurt the baby. I promise you." He kissed the tip of my nose, and pulled me forward.

Jerry pulled me straight to our bedroom. But it didn't look like our bedroom. The bed has been moved against the far wall, and a contraption has been put where the bed used to be.

I wasn't sure what you would call this thing. It looked like a big tic-tac-to board, or the number sign. Two poles, about two feet apart, went from the ceiling to the floor. Both poles have handcuffs attached to where two more poles go horizontally across the room.

I could see so many possibilities from the set up. The muscles in my lower stomach clenching already. And who knows if he had any surprises in store.

"You're on your knees here," Jerry said pointing to a cushion that was on the pole along the floor. "I left an outfit for you in the bathroom. I'll leave you to freshen up, and change into that. When I come back, we'll begin."

And then he left. No discussion. He just left.

I was kinda shocked at first, but then subbed immediately. This was going to be amazing.

I didn't look in the bag sitting on the counter in the bathroom that held me new lingerie. I wanted it to be a surprise.

I showered, scrubbing everything twice with my perfumed body wash. When I was satisfied I was clean, I wrapped a large towel around my body, and started blow drying my hair. When I couldn't put  it off any longer, I went to the bag on the counter.

I knew I would like whatever was in it. I was more afraid of the contraption in the next room. My hands shook as I pulled two garments out of the sack.

One was the bra, and the other panties with stockings. The main color was black, go figure. But, in three skinny lines across the breast, a light blue strip of wavy material pierced the black. The bottoms were black as well, and had the light blue material at the bottom.

I loved it. I knew blue was his favorite color, and it looked amazing on me.

It also didn't surprise me that it fit perfectly.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, there was a note on the dresser.

I'll be here at 3:15. Be ready 

I looked at the clock anxiously. 3:12. I made it just in time! He wasn't even going to tell me when to meet him. I'm glad I am excited and nearly rushed.

He wanted me kneeling on the cushions upon his return. I put the note back on the dresser, and walked to the contraption. I wasn't sure which way you were to face on it. I decided to face the door. I kneeled on the cushions, which shockingly felt like jell.

Just moments later, I heard Jerry come up the steps. My breathing was rapid before he ever got to standing outside the door.