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Seated upon her lap."Do open this gift," Amos said, placing the second box to her left upon the settee."Very well," Lydia said, placing the box of chocolates onto the low table directly in front of her.She picked up the second box and tested its weight. She then carefully peeled the paper away. Again, testing the weight, Lydia then lifted the lid and gaped upon the numerous colorful silk scarves within the box."Oh! Darling! Scarves. So many colorful scarves! Oh! You are truly a delight, my dear Amos," Lydia gasped, running her gloved fingertips along the neatly folded scarves of silk."This, my dear Lydia," Amos said, plucking a rick black scarf from the box. "Should this go about my lady's fair neck and shoulders? Or...""Or..." Lydia queried, holding her breath."Or perhaps about her eyes, blocking her vision," Amos suggested in a low, sonorous whisper."About her eyes, oh about her eyes indeed," Lydia whispered, shivering despite the heat from the fireplace.So it shall be," Amos said, walking behind the settee."Oh," Lydia let out a low moan as Amos did place the scarf over her eyes, shielding her sight."Now, my dear, darling Lydia, this red scarf?" Amos asked, again plucking a scarf from the box. "Such a vibrant red, even more vibrant than those beautifully painted lips of yours. Shall this go about your neck and shoulders? It would certainly suit your beautifully coiffed tresses and that alabaster complexion of yours. Or should it be used to bind your delicate wrists?"""Wrists, oh, most assuredly the red scarf shall be used about my wrists," Lydia groaned, her plump thighs rubbing together as she sat upon the soft, comfortable settee.Amos removed the box from her lap and placed it upon his desk. Then he gently assisted his wife to her feet. He led her in her blindfolded state to stand close to his imposing desk."As you wish, my darling," Amos whispered from behind her."Oh, yes, yes my love," Lydia groaned as Amos reached around and slowly, oh so slowly unbuttoned her bodice.He peeled the dress from her form. This left her in woolen girdle, half-skirt

This time," Professor Wallchester said, leading his wife from the formal dining room to the main hallway.The library was indeed sufficiently warmed by the crackling fire. Where the dining room was more shadow than light, the library was more light than shadow. The room was suited for its use; the studying of the large tomes arranged neatly upon the shelves that surrounded the room. The air held the smell of Professor Wallchester's fine cigars and the smell of the fine leather and wood furnishings.Professor Wallchester led his wife to a well stuffed horsehair settee and placed her upon the comfortable seat. He then strode to his ornate mahogany desk on the northern wall of the large room. Pausing for a moment, the stout man did look at the large wooden globe that sat upon the corner of his desk. The globe had been his Christmas gift from his beloved wife upon their first Christmas together. Then, smiling, he lifted a package from the desk.Turning, he smiled at his impatient wife. When Lydia saw the package in her husband's hands, she smiled, her dark eyes glittering in the firelight."My darling, as you know, today is the fourteenth of February," Professor Wallchester declared."Oh! It is! It is Saint Valentine's Day!" Lydia cried out, clapping her gloved hands together. "Oh! Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved husband!""Yes, yes, happy Valentine's Day, my darling wife," the man smiled, handing her the wrapped package.Tearing the paper away and lifting the lid of the box, Lydia gasped with delight at the sight of the fine chocolates contained within. Immediately, she lifted one and placed it into her mouth, lips forming an adorable pout as she savored the rich flavors."Oh, thank you my darling husband," Lydia praised, swallowing the morsel."And, I've another gift for you, my pet," Professor Wallchester stated, retrieving a second, larger box from his desk."Oh! What, what is it, dear Amos?" Lydia demanded."Darling! My dear Lydia, to use my Christian name?" Amos smiled even as he attempted to appear cross with his impertinent wife."Oh. Pooh!" she declared, about to pluck another chocolate from the box

Of wool decorated with fine needlepoint embroidery, stockings and ankle boots. For a moment, Amos cursed himself for neglecting to bring the buttonhook into his library. Then he reasoned; he rather preferred the look of his wife in stockings and highly polished ankle boots.Bringing both hands behind her back, Amos did loop the red scarf around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. He did take the liberty of softly kissing her right earlobe."Such delicate ears, my dear Lydia," he whispered softly.Plucking a second red scarf from the box, Amos bound her elbows together. This had the desired effect of thrusting Lydia's well-formed bosom forward. This time, Amos reached around and ran his hand appreciatively over the exposed tops of Lydia's breasts. Lydia sucked in a breath as Amos also gave a playful bite to her exposed right shoulder."This purple scarf? It is a royal color to be sure," Amos said. This scarf. Should we place it about your bare shoulders? We should not want your shoulders exposed to a draft, would we?""I am not sure," Lydia shivered, thighs clamped together."Or..." Amos said, softly caressing Lydia's cheek with the delicate material."Or..." Lydia gasped out, shivering at the contact."Or... Should we perhaps bind that most bountiful bosom of yours? Bind those breasts tightly until they too become a lovely shade of purple?" Amos suggested."Bosom. You should most assuredly bind my breasts," Lydia cried out, twisting in her binds."But, my darling. Do remember; the sight of your bosom? It does inspire me to strike them," Amos reminded her."Bosom and your strikes be damned," Lydia cried out with a defiant pout."Very well. As you wish," Amos chuckled, reaching for the stays of her girdle.Even as the air in the room was quite warm, Amos did note that his wife's large light brown areolae were tightly crinkled. He did note that her nipples were quite hard and protruded from her crinkled areolae. Looping the scarf around the base of her heavy breasts, Amos made sure the scarf was very snug about her breasts. To be sure, they did bulge and protrude obscenely from