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The smile on her face when he opened the door was all it took to cause further stirrings in his shorts. Her smile, and that was it. Not that he wasn’t already halfway there prior to her arrival, for just thinking about her was all it took. Seeing her in the flesh, however, was better than he could have imagined, and it was all he could do not to take her, right then and there.
Good thing she had her instructions to do only as she was told. Perhaps one of them would be able to maintain their composure! She certainly was expected to follow her instructions to the letter, even if he was allowed to improvise…
With barely a nod of his head, he ushered her in and closed the door. His face betrayed few emotions – no smile; not even an eye crinkle, as they both were wearing sunglasses. They paused momentarily, mere inches from each other. He swore he could hear her heart beating, and she was certain it was more than just the summer sun radiating off him that caused her glowing to increase. To spite being clad in the few garments he had specified, nerves were causing her pores to work overtime – and that realization only increased her nervousness. Oh, to be able to disrobe right now! Oh, to jump into a nice cool shower!
All things in time. As he twirled an index finger in a circular motion, she turned around, removing her sunglasses and slipping off her shoes. Taking the sunglasses from her, he pulled a black silk handkerchief from his pocket, dropping the glasses in its place. Twisting the hanky to ensure it wasn’t see-through, he wrapped it around her eyes, securing it behind her head in a knot.
“Can you see?”
She started at his words that broke the silence they’d shared until then. Regaining her composure and remembering she was allowed to speak when spoken to, she replied “No, Master. Thank you.”
She was nothing if not polite. But she was much more than that – at least she hoped to be. If he’d let her…
Touching her gently on her shoulder, she proceeded to step two. Loosening her dress, she let it slip from her shoulders and down to her folded arms, exposing her bare back. Though he couldn’t see her breasts, she still felt a shiver of self-consciousness, and she reflexively covered them before remembering to keep her hands folded in front of her.
She was his and, as his possession, she was there to serve, after all – in all her glory. She would get used to it, he told her. Or not. The situation remained the same in either case. She had offered herself to him, without question, and was now facing the consequences.
Or perhaps facing away from them was more the case…
Feeling a second tap on her shoulder, she allowed the dress to bunch at her hips before she shook gently, allowing it to caress her legs as it fell to the floor. Awkwardly stepping out of it, she was happy not to fall over, blind as she was. She trusted he would have caught her if she fell, but still – she didn’t want to make a fool of herself this early on in the game!
Clasping her left wrist around her right one, she waited for the next step. She could hear his gentle, if seemingly heavier, breathing, wondering if he was fully erect from staring at her derriere. Such rude thoughts drifted through her mind! Wanting to turn, go on her knees, and suck him, right then and there! What would he do? What could he do? Surely he wouldn’t refuse such supplication!
Back in the here and now, she wondered if he could smell the essence wafting from her freshly shaved cunny up into her nostrils. How could he not? She hoped he was enjoying the view of her prodigious cheeks! Go ahead, Master: spank me! Whip me!
And then, breaking her once again out of her bind reveries, she felt the sensation she’d been dreaming about…hoping for - and dreading all at the same time: the coolness of metal, wrapped around her wrists. Oh, the cuffs were tight! God, it was arousing! Shit, they sent shivers up her spine!
She needed to cum, she needed to cum - she had to cum! Please please please…
If there had been a moment previously when she had the opportunity to back out, it was gone now. Not that she really wanted to, with her cum slowly trickling down her legs. And yet, she did! What did she know about this guy, anyway? Could she trust him to prize and value her body, as well as her cum? Particularly now that her hands were immobilized! Could the situation be any more perilous?
She hoped it wouldn’t take too long to find out…
And, as if her wish was granted just by thinking about it, the next part of the journey began.
The smile on her face when he opened the door was all it took to cause further stirrings in his shorts. Her smile, and that was it. Not that he wasn’t already halfway there prior to her arrival, for just thinking about her was all it took. Seeing her in the flesh, however, was better than he could have imagined, and it was all he could do not to take her, right then and there.
Good thing she had her instructions to do only as she was told. Perhaps one of them would be able to maintain their composure! She certainly was expected to follow her instructions to the letter, even if he was allowed to improvise…
With barely a nod of his head, he ushered her in and closed the door. His face betrayed few emotions – no smile; not even an eye crinkle, as they both were wearing sunglasses. They paused momentarily, mere inches from each other. He swore he could hear her heart beating, and she was certain it was more than just the summer sun radiating off him that caused her glowing to increase. To spite being clad in the few garments he had specified, nerves were causing her pores to work overtime – and that realization only increased her nervousness. Oh, to be able to disrobe right now! Oh, to jump into a nice cool shower!
All things in time. As he twirled an index finger in a circular motion, she turned around, removing her sunglasses and slipping off her shoes. Taking the sunglasses from her, he pulled a black silk handkerchief from his pocket, dropping the glasses in its place. Twisting the hanky to ensure it wasn’t see-through, he wrapped it around her eyes, securing it behind her head in a knot.
“Can you see?”
She started at his words that broke the silence they’d shared until then. Regaining her composure and remembering she was allowed to speak when spoken to, she replied “No, Master. Thank you.”
She was nothing if not polite. But she was much more than that – at least she hoped to be. If he’d let her…
Touching her gently on her shoulder, she proceeded to step two. Loosening her dress, she let it slip from her shoulders and down to her folded arms, exposing her bare back. Though he couldn’t see her breasts, she still felt a shiver of self-consciousness, and she reflexively covered them before remembering to keep her hands folded in front of her.
She was his and, as his possession, she was there to serve, after all – in all her glory. She would get used to it, he told her. Or not. The situation remained the same in either case. She had offered herself to him, without question, and was now facing the consequences.
Or perhaps facing away from them was more the case…
Feeling a second tap on her shoulder, she allowed the dress to bunch at her hips before she shook gently, allowing it to caress her legs as it fell to the floor. Awkwardly stepping out of it, she was happy not to fall over, blind as she was. She trusted he would have caught her if she fell, but still – she didn’t want to make a fool of herself this early on in the game!
Clasping her left wrist around her right one, she waited for the next step. She could hear his gentle, if seemingly heavier, breathing, wondering if he was fully erect from staring at her derriere. Such rude thoughts drifted through her mind! Wanting to turn, go on her knees, and suck him, right then and there! What would he do? What could he do? Surely he wouldn’t refuse such supplication!
Back in the here and now, she wondered if he could smell the essence wafting from her freshly shaved cunny up into her nostrils. How could he not? She hoped he was enjoying the view of her prodigious cheeks! Go ahead, Master: spank me! Whip me!
And then, breaking her once again out of her bind reveries, she felt the sensation she’d been dreaming about…hoping for - and dreading all at the same time: the coolness of metal, wrapped around her wrists. Oh, the cuffs were tight! God, it was arousing! Shit, they sent shivers up her spine!
She needed to cum, she needed to cum - she had to cum! Please please please…
If there had been a moment previously when she had the opportunity to back out, it was gone now. Not that she really wanted to, with her cum slowly trickling down her legs. And yet, she did! What did she know about this guy, anyway? Could she trust him to prize and value her body, as well as her cum? Particularly now that her hands were immobilized! Could the situation be any more perilous?
She hoped it wouldn’t take too long to find out…
And, as if her wish was granted just by thinking about it, the next part of the journey began.
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