Author's Note: Hello folks. It's been a while since I published a story. Wrote this the other night. Despite my kinky ways and my gruff exterior, I am actually a big softie and a hopeless romantic at heart. The Zach in my story is a reflection of myself. Hopefully one day I'll find my own Maya before I get old and gray.

-Z


"Wow. You look amazing! I was worried that forty-five minutes was not going to be enough of a warning."

Zach looked his girlfriend from head to toe, drinking in the sight. She looked incredible, even more incredible than usual.

"Oh, I just threw something together. It was no big deal." Maya lied, but she had no one to blame but herself. The instant Zach hung up she immediately dropped the phone and sprinted to the shower. Then between doing hair, make-up and picking an outfit; she barely made it. She had just fastened the zipper on her boots when he walked in. She should have been more prepared for something like this given that tonight was their two-year anniversary. "So, where are we off to tonight?"

"Somewhere very special. Shall we? The night is young." Zach said in a goofy, deep voice as he held out his arm.

'He's such a dork. But that's why I love him', Maya mused as she smiled and snaked her arm through his. From an outside perspective, Zach was just your average nerd with a few extra pounds. She thought back to when he first asked her out on a date. She was sitting in her favorite coffee shop, reading a book. Then from out of nowhere, Zach walked up to her and asked if she wanted to have dinner with him. Normally, Maya would receive such a request so frequently and without provocation that she would outright decline, which she did. However, something about the way he presented himself immediately piqued Maya's interest but she could not put her finger on why. He had long since returned to his table, but for a reason she could not understand, she kept trying to determine what it was about him that made her want to understand why she wanted to understand him. Then with a shrug she figured there was only one way to find out. She pulled out a slip of paper and wrote down her cell number. Then she stood up and walked over to his table and slapped it facedown, catching him completely off guard. "I like Italian", Maya exclaimed before strutting out, her heels clicking the entire way.

It wasn't until after date three that she finally figured out what that nagging detail she couldn't pinpoint was. He was a kinky little bugger. Zach enjoyed tying up girls. Which was rather fortuitous because as a girl, she particularly enjoyed being tied up, the tighter the better.

In the two years since he's tied her up nearly every Saturday. However, there was a serious problem developing. The spark of passion was dimming. Maya was getting bored of the same positions time and again. Zach knew this, however neither of them worked particularly high paying jobs, and the toys that they both drooled over were not cheap. So in the interest of economics, they stuck to rope and tape.

After the drive into town and parking they began the short walk to the restaurant. "Wow, I love those boots. Are those new?" He commented as she stared at her feet. It was a well-known fact that Zach had an interest for heels, the higher the better. He loved the sound, the way they altered a women's profile, the shape of the heel itself. They oozed femininity. Maya knew full well that her latest addition to her collection would drive him wild. A pair of black leather knee-high boots that featured a seamless front, a two-inch platform, a bright tan sole and needle thin, perfectly tapered stiletto heels. She was about to reveal the coup de grace. She retrieved a small object from her clutch and reached out with a closed fist towards him. Initially confused, but after a moment Zach reach his own hand out. Maya deposited a tiny silver key and then gave him a wicked grin.

"No way. You mean... Do they -"

"-Lock? Why yes, yes they do." She said with her head held up high, extremely proud of herself. "I only have two keys, one in my closet and the other in your hand. I'll let you decide what to do this with one."

"No way..." He whispered as his eyes nearly popped from his head as played with the key in his palm. He feigned dropping something to have an excuse to kneel down and inspect the zipper. Sure enough, upon close inspection, there was a definite keyhole in the body of the zipper pull. He reached out and gave it a gentle tug, but it held firm. Maya, embarrassed swatted him away with her clutch, smacking him in the side of the head while looking around for whom may have just witnessed her pervert boyfriend kneeling down on the ground with his head nearly up her skirt picking at her boots. He stood up with a devilish grin as he slipped the key into his pocket. "Oh, those will play so well into 'dessert'. Just you wait." He whispered into her ear before kissing just below it.

Maya was immediately turned on. Between his warm breath, finely trimmed bread tickling her neck and him gently kissed one of her more erogenous zones - she was really getting into the mood. Then there was the promise of 'dessert'. Which only meant one thing - rope, and lots of it. Maya's knees nearly buckled at the thought of her fused forearms being anchored to her ankles.

Dinner itself was rather uneventful, but enjoyable none-the-less. The surprise turned out to be the same Italian restaurant that her took her too for their first date. To be honest, it made her almost tear up. They enjoyed a delicious southern Italian coastal meal and Maya nearly melted into her chair at the first forkful of tiramisu.

No longer rushing to meet a reservation, they enjoyed a very casual stroll back to the car. At Maya's request, Zach used her phone to take a few pictures that she could post to her various girlfriends. She certainly made the most of it. Aside from the spectacular boots, she was wearing an exceedingly tight two-piece pencil dress. The black and silver skirt ending just above her knees and the pseudo-corset halter-top revealing a fair amount of midriff and pushing her modest breasts up made for one hell of a photo.

After collapsing down in the car, Maya pouted as she futilely tugged at the zipper to her boots. Maya wore high heels frequently, both for work and for Zach. However, they were typically far more modest at three or four inches. She was not used to walking with her foot at such an extreme arch, and her feet ached.

She loved it.

She turned to the left and saw a wolfish grin on Zach's face. "Don't forget, you gave me the key."

Maya leaned over, kissed him and then sank back into her seat fastening her belt. 'At least the walking part of the night is over.' She thought.

After the long drive home, Maya was ready to drag Zach into the bedroom, get their rocks off and spend then rest of their anniversary night in the loving and unyielding embrace of cotton clothesline.

"Alright, wait here. Let me go get your surprise."

A very curious Maya obediently sat down on the edge of the bed, but that did not stop her from eavesdropping. She craned her neck around to try and get an idea of what was coming, She could hear rustling in the next room, but she couldn't hear anything of use. Then Zach reappeared in the doorway, pushing through a large, rolling contraption under a black sheet. He stood next to it, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"What is it?" Maya asked in wonderment.

"Go on, open it." He responded, beaming. It was obvious that he was clearly proud of himself. Maya carefully planted her heels onto the floor and walked over to the sheet. She gripped it, took one last glance over to Zach as he nodded encouragingly back at her. Then with a grin she ripped off the sheet. Her smile immediately turned to shock. She looked at the sight before her for a moment before turning back to her proud boyfriend.

"I got the feeling a few months back that you were getting bored of the usual ropes. To tell you the truth, so was I. So I started saving and I got these. Well, THIS I built myself. Care to go for a ride?" He said clearly very proud of himself. The 'this' in question was a customized sybian. Attached to the rear of the saddle was a chrome plated perforated square steel tube. Attached to that tube were three steel rings, each one firmly mounted to a bracket that could slide up and down the post and lock into position by a spring-loaded pin.

On top of the saddle was a pair of plain white cardstock boxes, one large and one small. Biting her lower lip Maya reached for the small box first. Inside was a two-inch red harness ballgag. It looked beautiful. She had always wanted to play with one.

She had a suspicion of what was in the other box, but didn't want to get her hopes up too soon. She slowly opened the lid of the large box and gasped. Zach licked his lips like a hungry cat watching a bird. Maya pulled out a black leather armbinder. She turned it over and over, studying its every stitch. It was masterfully built. She immediately noticed that it featured an inescapable X-strap configuration. She looked at the rear more closely and saw that it was a zippered closure. Then she saw something that caught her eye. She leaned in closer and saw it. This is why Zach was so proud of himself. The zipper looked identical to the one on her boots. She looked over to him and stammered "Is it...?"

"I think so, let's find out." He reached into his pocket and retrieved the tiny silver key and inserted it into the hole. He gave it a half turn then pulled on the zipper. It held fast. A counter-half turn and then the zipper slid up the metal teeth with ease. "Now THAT is a happy accident!" He exclaimed as he turned to his girlfriend, whom looked drunk with lust. "Wanna try it out."

Maya couldn't speak. She just nodded her head like a horny fool.

"Good. Now strip off everything you can.

She immediately reached behind her waist and unfastened her skirt. With a little tug and shimmy, it was around her ankles. Next to come off was the top. Another zipper pull later, she was bare-chested. The final article to come off was her panties. Now dressed in only her locked stiletto heeled boots, she was ready to ride her new horse. Zach took her hand and gently pulled it behind her back. Maya continued the gesture and spun around and put both of her hands together. Palm to palm. She shivered as she felt the supple leather pull up her wrists then forearms before finally coming to rest above her elbows. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling as the two straps were pulled across her chest and pulled taught. Then she gasped of her elbows being drawn sharply together as the merciless zipper was pulled up. She felt a momentary pause when the zipper reached its terminus, deducing that the delay was the key being turned. Two small 'snicks' caught her attention. She has completely missed the locking buckles for the shoulder straps, although it was logical. No sense having a locking zipper if the straps could just be undone.

With her arms thoroughly disabled, Zach put his hands on Maya's shoulders and guided her to the device. While she was undressing, he had grabbed a towel from the closet and laid it out so the sybian would not be directly on the hardwood floor. He gently helped her position over the device then lower down onto it.

After she had slowly settled down onto the saddle, Zach produced the next item of restraint - a pair of simple black 2" belts. He gently, but firmly, pulled her heels up until they pressed into her cheeks and strapped them tightly. Before long she was frog-tied on top of the machine. It's textured silicone head already massaging her most sensitive area.

He then pressed her leather-encased wrists into the lowest of the three open steel hoops. It's size perfectly accommodating her slender wrists. With a snap, it was then closed. He then adjusted the second steel band, locking it into position as to trap her arms just above the joint of her elbows. Just like the one at her wrists, it to was pressed shut. Maya was now firmly anchored to the machine. She was so overcome by psychological pleasure, she was already at the precipice of her first orgasm.

Zach then produced a pair of clover nipple clamps. Maya chewed on her lower lip as he gently squeezed and rolled her nipples around his strong fingers. She had never played with clamps before and was both excited and scared. Her thoughts were cut short by a jolt of pleasurable pain originating from her right nipple. She gasped and moments later a similar sensation struck her left. She gave an uneasy laugh, unsure of how to appropriately respond to the intense sensation.

"Baby. I love you so much. I wanted to give you something special. Happy Anniversary." He said tenderly and he crouched down eye-level with Maya. She nearly cried for a second time this evening. For the umpteenth time, and for the uncountable reason, she was so grateful that she accepted his offer of dinner two years ago.

"I love you too." She said through blubber of tears of joy as a torrent of emotions tore through her mind. She leaned forward as much as she was able and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. After a long moment she receded back, not before nibbling his lip. "Now. Gag the shit out of me and turn this thing up to eleven."

"Yes Ma'am." He said with a smile and immediately shoved the oversized ball roughly into her mouth. Maya groaned as her jaw stretched to accommodate the mass of silicone invading her mouth. She explored its surface with her tongue, savoring the slippery smoothness, however the taste left much to be desired. She closed her eyes once more and enjoyed the feeling of the straps being pulled taught around her head, anchoring the ball between her teeth. She heard four more 'snicks' as he snapped the locks shut in each buckle. Zach then cradled her face in his left hand. She felt his scratchy, rough hands tickling her smooth cheeks as he pressed her head back until she felt cold metal in places of the back of her neck. With his right hand, Zach pulled her long, metallic red dyed hair out from between her neck and the third, previously unoccupied hoop, and then pressed the front half shut with a resounding 'click'.

There she was. Frog-tied astride a sybian, locked into an irremovable pair of the ultimate 'fuck-me boots'. Zipped up to where her elbows touched in a locked armbinder then anchored to a steel post. All the while chewing and drooling on a massive silicone ball, strapped immovably between her teeth and a pair of clamps likewise chewing on her nipples.

Maya was in bliss, and then it started. A low rumble from between her knees and the machine sprang to life. It moved agonizingly slow, enough to drive her mad with pleasure, but not enough to advance her state. She moaned in frustration into the gag as Zach, sitting on the bed, slowly turned the knob on the control box.

For the next few minutes, he took her up and down the gentle hill of pleasure. But she still hadn't come yet. She looked at him pitifully and tried to say "Can I come now?" Yet, all that came out was garbled nonsense and an eruption of saliva.

Fortunately for her, Zach knew precisely what she wanted and with only twenty minutes left before midnight and figured that it was time to give Maya her gift in earnest. Zach slowly turned the dial up and up and up until the maximum setting was reached.

Maya's eyes flew wide open as the sound went from a gentle rumble to what was very reminiscent of a lawnmower. It was the most intense vibration she had ever experienced, and it was directed entirely in the perfect spot. She immediately came. Then before she could even catch her breath, came again.

Then another.

And another.

Two more, now three.

They were so numerous and frequent she lost count. Massive bubbles of saliva formed at the corners of the massive red gag as rivers of bubbly fluid oozed out from between the ball and her lower lip. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she attempted to buck and press herself deeper onto the machine. However the steel bands encircling her throat and arms made such a movement exceedingly difficult. The act of being restrained pushed her pleasure even further. She melted away from this world. Transported to a realm of pure pleasure and bliss.

Zach, while incredibly turned on, watched her like a hawk. Then he saw what he was waiting for. Her breathing was being severely hindered by all the muscles in her abdomen contracting so violently. He dialed back the machine to 2 and then retrieved the key for the locks on her gag. He quickly released the lock and buckle at the nape of her neck, allowing the entire harness to pull free. With a tug, he pulled the ball free from her teeth. Then without missing a beat, he unfastened and stepped out of his pants and boxers, presenting his rock hard penis. Maya, knowing precisely what he wanted, smiled and opened wide. Zach entered her mouth as she gleefully slobbered and suctioned her favorite gag. He thrust deep into her mouth and cranked the dial back up to 10. Maya screamed out as the vibrations returned to their peak intensity. With his cock still in her mouth, she redoubled her efforts to servicing Zach. Slobbering, gagging and screaming in ecstasy the entire time. What felt like hours for her, was in reality only about three-minutes. Zach had been slowly dialing down the intensity, preparing for the grand finale. Just as he was about pop, he cranked it up to maximum again. Firing his load as she fired hers. She slobbered down every drop as he withdrew from her mouth. Zach dialed down the machine again, this time bringing it to a stop.

She was without words. Gasping and shaking, muttering about gods and the unreal. "So, did you like it?" Zach asked, breathing heavily himself.

"I... I don.... Yeah." She mumbled, eyes unfocused and glazed over. She had been quite literally fucked stupid by the machine. Zach produced a small clean, lightly damp towel and lovingly wiped her face clean. After a minute, she finally produced the first coherent statement since arriving home. "That was unbelievable. I couldn't count how many times. Baby, this was by far the best surprise I've even been given. Thank you."

"Well, there's one piece left. I... erm. I hope that you are ok with me doing it this way and not more traditionally or something but here it goes." He stumbled over his own words as he turned around to gather something out of his discarded pants pocket. Maya, intrigued raised an eyebrow. 'What else could he do to me toni...' Her thoughts were cut short by a simultaneous internal and external gasp. Before her, down on one knee holding out in front of him in a small black, velvet box was a gleaming, delicate silver ring with a single clear gemstone. "Maya. I love you all of my being. I could not imagine my life without your smile, your laugh, your passion or your joy. I never want to spend another moment without you. Maya Hirst, will you marry me?"

Maya was speechless. She had just overcome an uncountable string of the most intense orgasms of her life to be presented with a marriage proposal by the love of her life. She knew the answer. It was the same answer she had two years ago when he asked her out to dinner.

"Yes. Oh my god, yes. Of course YES!" She cried out as she involuntarily struggled to pull an arm loose. Zach flew in and kissed her. She returned the favor, crying all the while.

After they finished sharing the moment, Zach showed her the ring one more time then placed the open box on the dresser next to him. "Ready for round two?"

Maya gulped back the last of her happy tears and then opened her mouth wide as her eyes motioned to the discarded gag. With a wolfish grin, Zach pushed in the ball and pulled the straps tight once more. Maya gleefully chewed on her gag. She would never forget this day. It was by far the happiest of her life. Then, it got even better as her fiancée dialed up the machine once more. Maya's eyes rolled back as she returned to the ethereal dimension of pure bliss.