After I was finished with a long leisurely soak in the bath, I shaved carefully to make sure my skin was nice and smooth for Karl. It was so nice that he allowed me to enjoy that serenity on my own. I slipped on a thick terry cloth robe and headed to the bedroom where Karl was sitting on the edge of the bed with that little green gift bag in hand. I eyed the bag nervously as he chuckled and instructed me to lose the robe and lie face down on the bed. I did so immediately of course but with some trepidation.
As I lay there waiting and wondering, I could here Karl removing something from the bag and I stifled a moan as I wondered what he was going to do to me now. I suddenly felt something cool and wet being spilled all over my back and my legs and then Karl's hands began to massage me all over and the smell of Japanese cherry blossoms filled the room. I knew this scent as it was one of my favorites. He was so incredibly thoughtful, to not only remember that I loved that, but to go out and get it for me, and now massaging the lotion into my skin, smoothing it all over my legs and feet, and my back, pausing as he slowly and deeply rubbed the lotion into my ass cheeks and hips and finally my arms and hands, before having me roll over and smoothed the lotion over my breasts and tummy and sliding his hand over my freshly shaven pussy lips and my inner thighs.
Just as I began to squirm again, Karl told me to dress for dinner. I was a little frustrated knowing once again no relief was in site, but I did not complain in anyway. As I dressed and applied my makeup, I wondered what Karl might have in store for the evening. I suspected he had something up his sleeve with the way he had me so close to the edge the entire day, and how he had just been pampering me. Oh, I was quite sure he was up to something. My pussy again moistened at the thought.
Dinner was fabulous of course. I loved when Karl did the cooking, I didn't even care that he made such a mess when he did cook. It was worth all the cleaning up after. Following dinner, we sipped our wine for a little bit and Karl said he had to run to the office for an hour and instructed me to be naked on my knees in the living room when he returned. My pussy throbbed a little at his instruction, as it always did. When he left, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes. I freshened up a little and noticed he was expected back in 10 minutes, so I proceeded to ready myself for him.
When Karl came through the door he smiled as he looked at me. Here I was completely naked, kneeling and resting back on my heels with my legs spread wide, exposing myself completely to him. Again I wondered what he had planned for the evening. Karl always created an air of mystery and wonder, I never knew what to expect, and every time I thought I did, I was proven wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck rose in anticipation, that sensation, along with the chill that travelled through me was probably the only familiar occurrence that I could predict with confidence. He slipped behind me and tightened a blindfold around my eyes as I inhaled slowly trying not to moan as my body responded to him.
I could hear him walking around the room as I tried to decipher the sounds around me and connect them to where he was and what he was doing. I could tell he was moving about the room lighting candles as I could hear the clicking of the lighter and I could smell the faint fragrance of lavender and vanilla. I felt him softly walking toward me until he was so close that I could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, and I could hear his breathing, calm and steady. I imagined him studying me; looking intently at my completely naked and exposed body. Familiar shivers traveled up my spine as I became even more aware of the sense of him watching me, I could almost feel his eyes sweeping across every part of me. I heard a sound I didn't recognize as I felt him approaching.
I was frightened, and the goose bumps raised all over the surface of my skin again, yet in spite of my fear, the excitement in me deepened with the anticipation, I felt a drop of moisture trickle down my thigh as my sex burned with need. As exposed as I was, I knew he was perfectly aware of my arousal and as always I was wet for him... soaking wet... and ready...
Karl took me by the elbow and instructed me to stand as he helped me up and directed me to the bedroom, where he instructed me to lay on my back, he didn't have to tell me to spread my legs, I knew that was expected of me. He propped several pillows under my back and head so I was semi-sitting comfortably. Then he slipped his cuffs on me and buckled them snug against my wrists and raised both hands above my head and secured them in such a way that my shoulders were pressing into and sealing my ears. I could still hear, but my hearing was different, it was more in my head, almost hollow and echoing like the way things sound when under water. It was very ethereal.
As my hearing was slightly impaired, I could not hear clearly what Karl was saying as he spoke very softly to me. His hands began to caress my skin; the sensation was heightened by the fact that my other senses were diminished. I simply sighed softly in response. He reached around and slipped a pillow under my bottom and then secured my ankles tighter than usual. My legs strained at being spread so wide.
I felt Karl's tongue on my mouth as he began to gently lick my lips, I opened to eagerly accept his kiss and he reached up with his hand and closed my mouth by placing his thumb on my chin and his fingers above my lip, I got the message that I was to keep my mouth closed. He continued with this teasing kiss long enough to stir up more need and desire deep inside me, and then he began to move south... His lips found my nipples already hard and heated and standing up to greet him. He barely brushed the tip of my nipple with his lips and I tried to raise my chest to him, trying to force my hard and protruding little nipple deeper into his mouth, he pressed a hand on my abdomen which in this position completely immobilized my chest, and he continued to tease my nipples.
Using his finger nails now, he began to drag them all over the surface of my skin. If I were able to move at all, I would have been writhing as he relentlessly continued to tease my nipples, my mouth and my flesh. He brought his lips just hovering over my one of my nipples again as I tried desperately to find a way to jut my breast out even more toward him, that only made him pull away. So I settled myself and just enjoyed the shivers and the goose bumps and the lovely sensations, until he started in on that nipple again. This time I groaned in defiance and was quickly put back in my place by a sharp nip of his teeth on my little craving nipple. I inhaled sharply and bit down on my lip so as not to make another sound remembering the threat of the gag.
Continuing his torture of my skin, he slid his nails across my belly and down to my legs, where he dug into the tender skin between my thighs just slightly harder and then softly down the outside of my thigh once again returning to the inside with a little more depth. The gooseflesh rose in a trail behind his nails as I inhaled three times sharply.
Slowly and teasingly, he slipped a single finger into my pussy. I'm quite sure he could feel just how wet I was and his finger was only serving to make me wetter. I felt a groan building deep in my throat, but I also knew I couldn't let it slip. Slipping another finger into my pussy to join the first, I bit down on my lip hard as those fingers quickly found my special spot. I felt his breath, hot on my cheek as his voice whispered close to my ear, I struggled to hear him, he said, "You may make noise, and speak, Love. I know you want to."
I merely nodded, and let out a sigh of relief as I felt his lips brush against my cheek and the waves of pleasure crashed their way through my body and I could hear the little noises his fingers were making as they moved in and out of me in a slow rhythm. My head fell back and I felt the groan building deep in my throat and I let it slip between my lips and I whispered softly,
"Oh Master! Yes! More... please!"
The rest of my breath was expelled in a deep, long, soft sigh as I felt my wetness begin to increase and start to flow. I felt the gooseflesh rise on my thighs and a tingling sensation went down my legs to my feet and back up again as I felt my hips begin to respond to the movement of his fingers. I tried desperately to grind my hips up and into his fingers, but could not raise them more than a fraction of an inch. I was hovering on the edge and ready to explode with the pent up passion that had building in me all day. Then grasping my clit between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed and stroked until I began to moan aloud... crying out for him to let me cum.
My insides cringed and I groaned in frustration when he quickly withdrew his fingers from inside my wetness...
I heard what sounded like a soft knock on the door, and those little hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as I strained to listen.