When you come home from work, I am standing with my feet spread at least two feet apart in the middle of the living room. I am wearing the clothing that you laid out for me before you left. Tonight, that means nothing more than my burgundy lace nightgown with spaghetti straps. I have my hands behind my back, and my eyes are on the floor, just as you have ordered they should be.
You walk in the door and say "Well, hello," and I can hear the pleasure in your voice. Underneath the hair that is hanging in front of my face, I smile at the sound of your pleasure. I also feel my pussy begin to wetten, knowing that my pleasing you will help to ensure that I receive pleasure tonight as well.
I keep my head down and stand still as you walk into the house, and walk around me. I can feel your eyes on me, inspecting my apparel. I can feel the warmth of your eyes on my breasts as you walk beside me and on my ass and thighs as you walk behind me. As difficult as it is, I remain still throughout this inspection. To move before you tell me to would displease you immensely. You reach out and touch the back of my neck, causing me to jump a little.
"Relax," you say in a soothing tone. I hear you chuckle under your breath and know that you are not angered by my reaction.
I listen as you drop your work bag, take off your coat, and remove your supper dishes from your bag. I continue to listen as you move about the kitchen, out of sight from where I stand. I can't tell exactly what you are doing, but I have a general idea from the sounds you are making.
I hear you stop in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. I continue to stand with my eyes down and hands behind my back until you say, "Look at me." Then, I turn to face you and look lovingly into your brown eyes. The twinkling of devilment in your eyes causes my pussy to get wetter. I just know I am in for a treat tonight.
Keeping your eyes locked on me, you walk forward. Once you are standing in front of me, you reach out toward my hips, grasp the hem of my nightgown, and begin to lift it over my head. I raise my arms to make the removal of the gown easier. You stop with the nightgown and my wrists locked in the grip of one of your hands, and with the other, you begin to pinch and squeeze my breasts, rolling each nipple between your thumb and forefinger in turn. I can't help myself; I close my eyes and moan with delight.
Your head lowers, and the next sensation I have is that of your mouth on my breasts. Gentle at first, but slowly, as your hunger grows, so does your devouring of my breasts. You begin to bite at each nipple in turn, all the while holding my hands above my head, making it impossible for me to do a thing to stop you. Not that I would ever do that; with each nibble you take, my pussy gets wetter and wetter.
Just as my legs are about to give out on me, you stop. I whimper at the sudden coldness on my breasts. You finish pulling the night gown over my head and release my arms. I drop both my arms and my eyes, knowing that, because of my whimper, I have lost the privilege of seeing your face. "Good girl," you say as you begin to walk around me again. When you get to my side, you go through our bedroom doorway. I stand and wait for your directions, not knowing if you want me to follow, of if you went in there for another purpose. Then I hear the drawers and doors being opened, and I know you are gathering equipment for our night of play.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see you come out of our bedroom, but I can't tell what equipment you have with you without letting you know I am looking, so I stand still and wait to see what happens next. Instead of standing in front of me, you go around behind me. I can feel the warmth of your body radiating through your clothing and on to my skin. Suddenly, things get dark, and I realize that you have blindfolded me. I am to have no indication at all what is to come.
I feel your hands on my shoulders as you turn me. You turn with me, and begin to guide me through the house. I realize we aren't leaving the living room, but it seems to take forever to reach the couch, where you turn me and instruct me, "Sit and wait."
I hear your footsteps walk away from me, and I begin to shiver at suddenly being left alone. The next sound I hear is the shower begin to run, and four "thumps," as if you were lightly pounding something into the shower wall. I hear you come back into the living room, but you come nowhere near me—you must have sat in your chair.
My guess is confirmed when I hear the sound of one of your boots dropping on the floor, off to my left and a little ahead of me. Next, the second boot comes off. Then all is quiet; this must be when you were removing your other clothing. Suddenly, I hear the sound of your zipper being lowered and I know you are removing your jeans. In my mind's eye, I see your beautiful cock springing out, looking for attention, as you remove your underwear. Oh, if only I could see… I would crawl to you and put that beautiful piece of man-meat in my mouth, and show you just how much I want to please you. Just the thought gets my pussy juices flowing heavily. I shift on the couch as my desire grows, just to have you say, "Hold still or you will have to wait even longer." Immediately, I stop moving.
I hear your jeans slide down your legs and silently begin to wonder what pleasures the night will hold for me. As if you read my mind, you say, "Stand up, and the fun shall begin."
I stand carefully. Once I am on my feet, I feel your hand on my right shoulder. "Step up here in front of me." I do as I am told, and you place a hand on each shoulder and, again, begin to gently guide me. I have no idea where we are going, but I know we have left the living room when I step off the carpeting. You continue to guide me, and the sound of the shower gets louder. We must be on our way to the bathroom. You stop me by putting slight pressure on my shoulders as I try to step forward again. Then one hand leaves my shoulder, and I hear the shower curtain open. "Ok," you say. "Step in."
