I glance at my watch as our agreed meeting time approaches. Surely she won’t be late tonight of all nights, I had it so carefully planned.
I glance around the suite; everything is in place. I light the candles on the dresser and side tables. The gloss black wax reflects the subdued light, showing me the room as if through a wide-angle lens. A twist of the dimmer reduces the ambient light to a level I am satisfied with. Anticipation flows through me like lines of fire in my veins. I have waited a long time for this opportunity, invested much in bringing it to fruition. Furtive calls, coded texts, those brief stolen moments in the stairwell of our shared place of work. Tonight the line will be crossed there can be no going back.
There’s a knock at the door; it’s her. After a moment to compose myself I open the door and usher her quietly into the room.
“Did you dress as required?”
She nods and as I close and lock the door behind her, shucks the knee length black leather coat from her shoulders to reveal her body clad in the finest lingerie I could find. The stockings are fully-fashioned black nylons with my favourite Cuban heels of course. The knickers, garter belt and bra are hand made in lace and silk, black with shimmering pearlescent sequins and thread. The set matches throughout. The whole ensemble finished with a pair of black patent LouBoutin, the heels needle thin and high.
“It arrived safely then?”
“Yes Sir.”
She smiles nervously at me as I stand in front of her and admire the view. Such a lovely full and beautiful body, dangerous curves indeed. The thin black silk choker she wears signifies my ownership, the small silver charm hanging from it a moment of frivolity signifying her name. I lean forward and gently undo the clasp and replace the silk with a broad black leather version, a leash ring at the back jingling in her ear as I connect the clasp and close the padlock. The leash clips quietly to the ring, the cord wrapped around my fingers.
“Who Do You Belong Too?”
“You Sir.”
I’m wearing black trousers and a plain black button shirt, long sleeved and tailored. No Jewellery, just a slim silver watch. I try to give off an air of calm confidence, only she knows if it is working and I’m pretty sure she’s not telling. With an attempt a surety I close in and carefully place a silk scarf across her mouth to gag her. A black linen blindfold over her eyes ensures she has no control of the situation, no sense of what is to come. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her on the sheets, on her back, head over the edge of the mattress, legs towards the head. With a few deft moves she is shackled to the bed legs open, arms extended.
My hands are on her body as I explore it’s magnificent form, every curve is touched, every bulge enjoyed. My mouth is used to gently tease her nipples through the silk and lace. The gently muffled gasps combine with the brief starts as I find the small points of arousal, the momentary losses of control. Whispers in her ears tell of my desires, promises of my intent. My need to posses her, control her every moment, take her as mine.
I can feel her fear pitched against her growing arousal as I reach behind me for the black bladed Bowie knife on the side table. The tip of the blade I rest on the cleft of her beautiful breasts, running the edge of the blade across each of them where they bulge from the top of the exquisite bra. The blade runs smoothly across her skin, the edge is keen, freshly sharpened today but no blood is let. I run it across the top of her stomach, down to her waist and along each of her thighs in turn.
“Can you feel it?”
She can only nod in reply. As the tip of the blade returns to her cleavage a swift flick sees the bra centre strap cut releasing her breasts with a satisfying shimmer of discarded sequins and silk. I lower my mouth to them, each one getting individual attention. The nipples are nibbled on, my tongue flicking around their darker surrounds. I bite them firmly enough to make her gasp as the knife runs down the middle of her stomach. The keen edge bounces as her stomach contracts and relaxes. The silk and lace panties are removed in the same manner, each side seam gently parted with the sharp blade exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The knife is discarded as I remove my clothes, silently padding around the room to give no clue as to my location or intention. The element of surprise remains mine.
A long night of pleasures is in front of us. I stand at the foot of the bed, inches from her head looking down at her face, upturned and looking quite concerned. I gently remove the gag, leaving the blindfold in place.
“Who do you belong too?”
“You Master Sir.”
“Good”
My hands are on the soft skin of her face, fingers at her mouth, squeezing the line of her jaw gently, opening her mouth wide as I lower my erect length into it. I release her jaw and she begins to suckle on my cock, her tongue working hard on its girth. The head of my cock swelling further as it nestles at the entrance to her throat. I sense her begin to gag and await the moment to press it home, released it slides further into the embrace of her throat as my balls rest against her nose and forehead. My hands are on her body again, her fully exposed breasts and pussy the subject of my attention as she sucks on my hardness with vigour. Her legs and arms pull against the bonds, but I am satisfied in the strength of her restraints, she’s going nowhere. I can feel my balls contract as her frantic sucking begins to take its toll. I withdraw, her head following the movement of my cock as she seeks to continue its encapsulation. As I remove myself I raise myself up from my position on top of her and return to the standing position above her head. As she draws breath I wipe her face with a warm wet cloth, removing the mascara smears and the bubbles of saliva that flowed across it during our passion.
“Please Sir more”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You and You alone Master Sir.”
Deftly I replace the silk of the gag, a short tug ensuring it is tightly in place. Shifting to the side of the bed I slide the 8” dildo I placed under the pillow earlier, into her pussy with my right hand, my left supporting my weight so that I don’t damage her. No lubrication is required, a smile flickers across my face as I watch her hips rise to accept the entire length of the toy.
“Good Girl!”
As I work the dildo in and out of her willing hole her hips are bucking and legs pulling against the restraints with renewed vigour, I feel the moment of her orgasm approaching and lower my face to lick at her pussy. The tip of my tongue brushes the very edge of her engorged clit, teasing and titillating it, I can smell her arousal, taste it, hear her moans stifled by the silk of the gag. I continue to work it as the waves of pleasure overcome her, screams of joy break muffled from her mouth as she pulls against the restraints. As her pelvis slumps down spent, I remove the dildo. I push my face further onto her pussy using my teeth as a vibrator as I hum into it, adding stimulation to her system so soon after she came brings her back to a level almost immediately. My tongue buries itself in the willing and welcoming hole as my fingers begin to slide up and down in the crack of her arse, gently teasing her puckered little opening. The juices from her now enraged pussy are flowing down into the crack and using them to lubricate it, I slide a small blue butt plug into her arsehole. Her muffled protests fall on deaf ears as I plunge its full length home into her soft sanctuary. I watch as the opening closes around the stem of the plug sealing it into place ready for my future attention. My face is once again enveloped in her open and gushing pussy as I begin to gently rock the plug back and forth in her.
Moving around to her hips, my cock still wet with her saliva is bouncing as I touch the tip to her opening, With a single slow, smooth, long thrust I drive it fully home into her willing pussy. The gasp of pleasure that escapes her is audible even over the restraining control of the gag. I lift my hips above her and being to thrust in and out of her warm wet pussy using the same slow, long, smooth movement. Pushing my cock up against her clit as I slide inside her, increasing the opportunity for her pleasure as much possible. Tonight is about her pleasures more than mine. Sliding my forearms under her thighs I lift her legs high to balance her ankles upon my shoulders. My hands at her hips draw her closer, impaling her further upon my cock. I lean forward;
“Shall we begin?”
Musings of The Wolfe 