I awoke one Friday morning, feeling particularly frisky after a wonderful dream. My Master happened to notice that I was walking about the house with an extra spring in my step, and a smile crossed his face.
"You're in high spirits today, kitten.," he said.
I went over to his desk where he sat, and I stood over him, running my fingernails through his long brown hair and smiling with adoration.
"Indeed I am, Sir."
He reached out, and hugged me around my hips, burying his face in my breasts and inhaling the scent of my vanilla body wash deeply.
He broke first, looking up at me with those wonderful golden eyes.
"I think we'll do something special tonight, just you and me."
I squeaked with excitement.
"What will we do, Sir?"
He tsked me.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be so special. Now get going on your errands, and I'll pull together the plans for tonight."
I giggled and headed out the door as he swatted my behind to get to my classes at the junior college. I could hardly concentrate during class due to my excitement, and I had the damp spot on my black lace-up bondage panties to prove it.
I love my Master dearly. He has been more supportive of me than anyone else in recent memory, and in return, I serve only him. His motto is "Only the best will do". He has gently pushed me to do my best in all things, and he rewards and praises me accordingly. That is why I felt so great around him. He really did make me feel like the best slave in the world, and I consider myself lucky to have found him.
Later that evening, I arrived home to find the house smelling of vanilla candles, and a post-it note on the entryway table, saying "bedroom".
"Master, I'm home."
I called out when I saw the note. He didn't answer, so I went straight upstairs to the bedroom. The bed was made nicely, with black comforter and sheets in place.
"I want you to strip for me"
his voice sailed from directly behind me. I smiled and started to take off my shirt in a hurry, but I felt the smack of a riding crop against my butt. He commanded me to start over again, and strip for him like I was the only stripper working in a nightclub.
I started to sway my hips in circular motion, moving to the music I heard in my head while I undid the button on my jeans, and slid them down to my ankles while bending at the waist. I ran my hands upwards to massage my breasts and take my shirt off while he moved around to the front to watch the action. I undid the buttons one by one, and gazed at his form seductively while I stripped my shirt off, revealing the matched bra I wore underneath. I knew I did well when I saw his eyebrows arch in approval, and a slight grin played at the corners of his mouth. I stepped out of my clothes, then dropped down and crawled over to him, mewling like the playful kitten I am. I dipped my head down, and kissed each shoe once, then sat back and gazed upwards, eyes wide open.
"Mew?"
He petted my head in approval, scratching behind the back of one ear so I'd purr.
"Stay there." he said, and I waited. He went over to the other side of the bed where we keep the cabinet of playthings, and he took something out from one of the drawers. He walked back over, and placed a tiny studded collar around my neck, buckling it into place. He then offered me his hands and I took them and stood up. He held my face in his hands and said
"That was beautiful, but you didn't do it long enough. For that, I have to spank you."
Before I even had time to whimper, he had me spun around, holding my hands behind my back with one hand, and bent me over his knee. He had laced my bondage panties up that morning like a corset, so it showed a great deal of skin between the lacings that criss-crossed my butt. He moved to my left side, and ordered me to count.
First, he caressed my ass with the end of the riding crop, and then let it fall hard on its target.
I yelped at the impact, and counted "One."
"I said count, not yelp," he said sternly.
"I thought I trained you better than that. Now start again!"
The riding crop fell again, and I counted "One!"
The crop fell ten times, turning my butt a rosy shade of red, and radiating heat. He stood me up and hugged me for being such a good girl to take my punishment so well. I thanked him for it. He kissed me gently on the forehead, and told me to go put on my makeup while he picked out what I was to wear for that evening.
He laid out a strapless short black velvet dress, black stockings with my lace-up vinyl garter belt, and back seamed lace top stockings. He also pulled out the matching wrist cuffs to go with the delicate studded collar I was already wearing. He came back over to me, and put the cuffs on, kissing each palm before doing so, letting my fingers caress his chin.
"Let's get dressed now, shall we?"
he asked. I nodded in assent. He led me over to the bed, and he took off my leather bra and bondage panties, so I stood naked in front of him, my head bowed slightly and my hands behind my back.
"Put my shirt on.," he said.
I went to the closet, and pulled out his favorite cotton button up shirt. I pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing, admiring the trim body under it that I lusted after on a daily basis, and put on the shirt I was holding, being careful not to dawdle too long. I buttoned it up, and asked if I could brush his hair. He said I could so I picked up the bristle brush and gently brushed his long brown hair until it gleamed.
"What scent would you like to wear for the evening, Sir?" I asked.
He thought about it for a moment, and said
"The amber vanilla oil. It would complement what I have in mind for you."
He smiled, and I smiled back.
He stood up and admired himself in the full-length mirror by the door, then turned to me.
"You did excellent. Now it's your turn." and he winked.
He slid the vinyl garter belt up over my legs, and laced it in tightly to emphasize my waist to its best view. He rolled on each stocking sensuously and clipped them in place, adjusting the back seams so they'd be straight. Then he put the dress on me, zipping it up so it fit snug over my figure.
When he had me sit so he could put my stilettos on, he also buckled two studded leather bootstraps over my ankles, and slid a tiny padlock into each buckle, effectively locking my shoes on my feet. I really knew it was going to be a special night when he did that and I got all excited again.
He pulled me up so I was standing, and asked me to look at him. He walked a circle around me with a critical eye, and I held my breath until he was done. He smiled, admiring his handiwork, then reached into the pocket of his slacks, and pulled out a small bottle.
"This is what I had in mind for you." he said and unscrewed the cap.
He dabbed a little of the oil on his fingers, and dotted it on my neck just above the collar, and on my wrists next to the cuffs. It smelled like spicy vanilla.
We looked quite the pair when we walked out to the car. I in my strapless dress, it showing off my white shoulders and collar quite beautifully and my long red hair flared back as I walked, and him in the white button up shirt and black slacks, hair flaring behind him as he walked.
"Where are we going to go?" I asked while we drove.
"We will go to Il Corso." he said with a slight smile.
I giggled, and played with my wrist cuffs. Il Corso was the best Italian restaurant in town. That was where I'd met him while I was working as a waitress. I smiled at the memory of that first night when he'd introduced me to the art of bondage.
It didn't seem like 4 years ago; the memory was still so fresh, like it was just the other day.
He only ordered one dish for himself, and he fed me from his plate, one ravioli at a time. I was as melted as the butter on the warm bread he fed to me.
After dinner, we went straight back to the house, and at the doorway, he told me to wait outside. I looked at him quizzically, and he gave me a mischievous wink and a grin, and told me to trust him. I took a few steps back while he disappeared inside, and I waited for what he was going to do.
Luckily, I didn't have to wait too terribly long. He softly called to me from the doorway, and led me in by the hand.
"Close your eyes"
he told me as he unzipped my dress, pushing it down so I stood only in stockings, garter belt and shoes. He unbuckled my delicate princess collar and cuffs, and replaced them with a rigid 4" posture collar, and 4" wide cuffs around my wrists and ankles. He clipped my wrists together behind my back with a double clip, and bound rope around my elbows so they were touching, and my chest was thrust far out, and he then connected a jeweled chain leash to the main ring in the front of the collar, and told me to keep my eyes down, and follow him. I followed him to the bedroom, where he then disconnected the leash, told me to get on my knees and wait, and he placed a padded leather blindfold over my eyes.
My hearing perked up tenfold, and I heard rustling fabric, clinking chains, and other things being arranged. Then I heard his footsteps approach me, and he picked me up under the arms, and lifted me so I was on my feet again.
"Start walking,"
he gently ordered and I felt him lead me by his hands around my waist, encouraging me and pulling me along gently. It was a little nerve-wracking, taking baby steps in 5" heels that were locked on my feet, and I didn't have use of my arms, but he didn't rush me. I felt him lead me to his side of the 4-poster bed and then he unclipped my wrist cuffs.
"I am going to take off your blindfold for a few moments to show you what I will be using"
