Marie laid out the last of her preparations and took a step back. Straight razor, steaming bowl of hot water, towel, shaving cream, bowl of ice ~ check. Also on the side table was an assortment of toys for the events to come. Stepping back even further, she tugged on each of the restraints at the four posts of the bed ensuring their sturdiness and eased out of her robe. Steve's instructions had been explicit. She was to be ready for his arrival.
I stood for a moment surveying everything with a little smile playing on my lips. I sat at the end of the bed and adjusted the thigh highs, my garter, and my bra. All were a pale blue color, sheer and delicate. The panties that matched the bra were slightly dampened in my eagerness to commence activities. My heels were these little black strappy numbers and my slave chain rested between my breasts, a reminder that I belonged to Sir.
I scooted further up the bed, attaching my ankles to the leather cuffs waiting for them and reached over to the side table to grab a blindfold. I quickly tied it, plunging me into darkness and then slid each arm into a matching wrist cuff. Soft music played in the background, muted and passionate. The candles I had lit wafted fragrance throughout the bedroom. A cooling breeze billowing through the curtains the last thing I had seen before putting on the blindfold. I was spread-eagle on the bed, awaiting footsteps.
*****
Steve stopped at the doorjamb taking in the scene before him. It was almost perfect he thought silently to himself. Grinning wickedly, thoroughly amused at his foresight, he beckoned his guest to take a seat at the white wicker vanity for the show. He stroked his strong jaw line, excitement thrumming through his body at Slave's anticipated responses. Wearing a loosened blue dress shirt over jeans, he felt himself grow hard at the sight of her waiting body on the bed. Striding purposefully there, he laid a hand against one of Slave's cheeks and relished the warmth and excitement coursing through her body. There was a delicate flush to her perfect skin and an impish grin on her lips. He leant in to get a quick taste of her mouth.
Marie sighed into his mouth, knowing that there was something special about today's events, but biding her time. Sir would let her know soon enough his intentions. She could feel his weight on the bed as he crawled onto her thighs and rested there a moment. A finger stroked her clit, dampening itself as her body responded to that caress. There it was again. Slowly, Sir playing, teasing, rubbed his finger back and forth across that extended nub. Slave's breath caught in her throat, squirming to try and feel more. Always.
Steve ignored her questing hips and placed a palm on her mound to halt her movements. He glanced over at the mystery guest, who sat at rapt attention. He noticed that one hand had crept down and was mimicking the motions he had just used on Marie. He smiled slightly at the gesture and returned his attention to Slave. He was pleased with her progress as his slave and he looked forward to the association for a long time to come. Inserting a finger underneath the crotch of her panties, he felt how wet she was already. More so than he first had thought, his finger dripping. Pleased, he plunged that finger into her quivering pussy as a reward. He rubbed her clit at the same time, producing a low moan that started in her belly and ventured forth from her mouth, music to his ears. Removing his hand, he patted her there and shifted his weight.
Marie was breathless already. Damn, he did that every time. He only had to look at her a certain way and she got wet. Sir, with his devilishly good looks and devastating smile had an excellent imagination that he put to good use. Just when she thought she had things figured out, he surprised her every time. Now, he was removing her panties slowly, inching them down her lower body, stopping every once in awhile to test her continued wetness. Once taking a huge slurp with that dexterous tongue of his. Her movements restricted by the restraints were only enhancing the experience. Steve knew how much touching him gave her pleasure, and to be denied only heightened her responses.
Sir grasping the handle of the razor, shaving cream and the towel set them on the bed. He dabbed the towel into the steaming water and laid that across her pussy, covering her completely. Slave jumped at the unexpected heat, but welcomed the sensation. As warmth suffused her, she shifted on the bed. Sir rapped his knuckles against her hip bone to still her wriggling. Immediately I stopped. This was Steve's signal that I was to be absolutely and complete quiet for the upcoming steps. To not do so, would risk his wrath and displeasure, something I tried never to do. Once, in an effort to teach me discipline after a small disobedience, Sir did not call, email or speak to me for two days. I was devastated and quickly learned to avoid this reoccurring.
Once more eying their guest, I was oblivious to the third presence; Steve was pleasantly intrigued by the advanced state of enjoyment found. Quickly resettling across my thighs, he removed the towel and lathered his hands and then my entire genital area. He lathered the clit and labia and the folds between my thighs. Once satisfied, he picked up the razor and using the butt, ran it all over, Slave shivered at the sensations. Sir then laid the blade against her and she once again lay quiescent. Any missteps and she would be cut. A situation they both dearly hoped to avoid. Scrape. The rasp of the blade against her had Slave holding her breath. Twice more, then Sir wiped it on the handy towel. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Carefully applying pressure and removing the small amount of hair apparent. Slave kept herself clean usually, but Sir had requested she not shave for a few days in preparation for this.
