A woman sits quietly in her home. She appears to be waiting for something...but what? A soft rap comes from the door. She has been expecting him. He smiles that predatory smile that she loves as she answers the door with eyes shyly cast downwards. She leads the way as they walk to her bedroom.
She stands before the bed and listens to him close the door as he walks up behind her. As he places his hands on her shoulders she shudders, not because of cold, but in anticipation.
He slowly turns her around to face him. She keeps her eyes downcast. She knows what he wants as she reaches to undo her robe. It falls to the floor in a silken pool at her feet. She kneels before him.
He pulls from his pocket a black velvet collar and places it around her neck. A small moan escapes her lips as his hands rest but a moment on her neck.
"Lay on the bed" he says. She rises gracefully and goes to lie back on the bed. Her milky, soft white skin is offset by her stunning blue eyes and golden brown hair. He undresses, but his gaze never leaves hers. Their eyes are locked. Each knows their place. Hers as slave. He as Master.
He starts by ever so softly touching her feet. She tenses and starts to pull away...until she sees the stern look in his eyes. She relaxes as he massages her feet for a few moments. He slowly, ever so tantalizingly works his way up kneading and placing kisses on her calves.
He sees her, her head tilted slightly back with her eyes closed. Exposing her lovely neck, a sign he has come to know so well. She is displaying her submission and readiness. Within a heartbeat he has stopped and is over top of her. He ravages her neck and ears as she lets out a gasp and moans as he begins to take her and make her his.
Her arms wrap around his neck and her hips beg for him. He keeps a hand at her neck while his mouth moves to claim her left breast. Her nipple rises eagerly under his caressing tongue. Her breath has grown ragged.
As he moves to overcome her defences further he pauses momentarily to brush his cock against her warmth a few agonizing times, and then claims her right breast.
He moves to whisper in her ear. "Good slave, respond to your master's touch...." He nibbles on her ear as his hand parts her nether lips. She moans and grasps at her master's back with her silent plea to take her now.
"Now, now this won't do. We can't have you interfering with Master's desires." He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out two scarves. The slave instinctively moves her arms up to the posts on either side of the bed. After firmly securing her wrists he says "There, now Master can have his way with his slave." Her lips mouth 'no' but her eyes and body betray her and are screaming 'yes'.
His hand continues to torment her. She squirms and her moans become louder as he kisses at her neck, ears and lips. His kisses are those of a Master. He possesses claims and takes her as his own. She responds fully and owned as she is.
He eases off to just light caresses as his mouth asserts his dominance over hers. Then he begins to leave a trail of smouldering kisses on his descent. He reaches her most intimate place and consumes her. He revels in her warmth and her wetness and just how ready his slave is for him. He licks, teases, sucks, taunts, and caresses with his tongue.
Her moans are louder between her now very ragged breathing. She gasps and arches towards him as a finger slides into her. All the while his tongue continues his assault.
