CHAPTER 1
I have been thinking about and planning this first 'scene'of ours for almost six weeks, so today, when I finally hear your car in my driveway and see you walk gracefully up my steps to my front door I am experiencing a number of different emotions all at once.
Elation, arousal and relief vie for dominance of my frontal lobes. Fortunately for me I am such a visual person and the vision of you, dressed as I have requested, fairly floating up my front steps clearly rules the moment. Wearing a black latex mini skirt, a crisp white blouse, the seamed black stockings and your highest black heels you are a picture of sophistication and restraint. I greet you at the door with a slim black collar adorned with a few silver studs and a small silver loop. You lift your hair for me as I buckle it around your neck.
"Hi." I say.
"Hello, sir. I am very happy to finally be here in your ...VERY BEAUTIFUL home." You exclaim, "I mean it's amazing, sir. May I look around?"
"Of course and thank you but before we do..." I say and I clip a chain link leash to the collars' tiny ring, leading you around the downstairs with its colorful aquariums and art covered walls till we reach the living room.
Seating you on the couch I pour glasses of champagne for us and while you take your first sip I rub the back of my fingers against your (also as requested) braless nipples.
We drink and talk and the initial tension eases. We have a lot of things to talk about and don't try to steer the conversation in any direction at all. It's a sunny afternoon and bright warmth of the March sun enlivens us both. Your laughter tells me that you truly are glad to be here and that you feel that your trust is not misplaced...all that from one small peal of laughter.
"Are you ready for tonight, little whore?" I ask.
"I think so, Sir but even as excited as I am I must admit that I am a little scared as well."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I say and I kiss you, hard, my hand in your hair, meaning to take your breath away.
And I do.
Then I stand in front of you on the couch. "This," I say, "will always be your first duty when we Play, before we adjourn and always with you fully dressed." I lower my zipper and offer my half hard cock to your beautiful mouth.
"Let's see what you can do, little slut."
"Yes Sir." You say and bend to your task.
Your mouth is amazing; hot, wet, hungry. I grab your hair and press deeper but your throat opens easily and in seconds I am all the way in to the root. I hardly need to force you; your hungry throat devours me.
"You were telling the truth," I say. "You do love to suck cock, don't you, you filthy little slut."
You moan around my girth in the affirmative and I grab the back of your head and hold it still, buried in your throat till I feel the rising panic I am seeking. Holding you close for a few more long seconds I finally let you go. You gasp and choke for a moment but I lean in and kiss your wet mouth forcefully, calming your fears and re fueling your desire.
"Wow!" I say, breaking away.
"Wow!" you say breathlessly.
I pour us fresh glasses of champagne and offer a toast.
"Here's to first scenes and new friends." Our glasses 'clink' and our smiles are enormous and contagious.
"Hey sirensub," I say, a username that neither of us had heard since the first week we had been talking. "This is going to be goooood."
I think I see you blushing through your smile.
When the champagne is gone I take both of your hands in mine --such beautiful elegant hands -- and I look into your eyes.
"I am going to take you upstairs soon. I 'm going to bind you and gag you and then I am going to hurt you probably more than you have ever been hurt. Are you ready?"
I pull gently on your 'leash' and stand, offering you my hand to help you to your feet.
"Yes sir," you say," I'm ready."
I lead you up the stairs by the chain both of us wildly, breathlessly alive with possibility.
CHAPTER 2
Once in the bedroom I bring you to the window, underneath the two massive crossties that 'decorate' my ceiling.
"Hands behind your back for the moment. I'm going to remove your skirt and blouse. Spread your legs a little more...good... now step out of your skirt." I step away, folding your skirt.
"Good girl." I kiss you; a sweet, lingering lover's kiss and surprising you snap fur-lined leather blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.
Music, pleasant, pulsing, electronic fills the room. I unbutton the last few buttons on your blouse and slip it from your shoulders. I kiss one shoulder and rub your left nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. I kiss your lips once more then touching your chin with one finger I give a one word command.
"Open."
As your lips part, I place a not-too-big leather bit gag into your mouth. I buckle it behind your head and put your wrists into the suspension cuffs. As I hook them to the rope ratchet I see the first bit of drool appear at the corner of your mouth.
"You are so beautiful," I say and I touch your perfectly shaven pussy for the first time. She is already swollen and wet. I draw my finger through from back to front feeling the luxurious moisture.
"Mmm." We say simultaneously.
"Spread," I say and I take your hands up a bit higher. I rub your clit, a bit harder this time, eliciting another soft moan through your gag.
"Time to warm you up a bit. First, though, a clamp for each nipple. I'll add some weights later. That's a good girl. mm,I love that sound you're making...."
The next thing that you feel is my heavy suede flogger between your legs. Not too hard, not too fast I pummel your cunt relentlessly for long minutes pausing to mold and pinch your labia with my fingers and always returning to the flogging. You are moaning almost constantly now and drooling as well. A shiny bit of crystal clear drool rolls down your centerline toward your pussy.
I begin slapping your pussy with my bare hand, quickly finding a rhythm and fairly splashing your copious wetness across your thighs.
"I told you I could make you come like this."
At this moment I think that you believe me. And then I stop.
