You've tied me to the four corners of the poster bed, naked, face up, with leather straps. This is not at all unusual, as we have been following this ritual each week for the last year. I find it quite exciting. You seem to get something out of it, although I'm not sure I would call it sexual gratification. I don't know WHAT I would call it.
Anyway, the ritual usually follows a script which has become so routine that we can enact the play without you even having to talk anymore. I like this. It gives me a feeling of security. But today is different. You tied me up, and as I awaited the next step, you announced,
"I'm going out. I won't be long."
And you walked out the door.
I glance at the clock beside me. It says 3:30 p.m. You have been gone for an hour and a half. I am getting nervous. I have to pee. I itch in several places. I am not feeling the least bit sexual. In fact, I'm wishing I could get dressed and each a late lunch.
As my mind wanders, I hear the door open, and then slam very hard. I shudder. You enter the room. You are moving quickly. You remove your jacket, and throw it across the room.
You say "God Damn it, I got stuck in a damn traffic jam, I got cut off by asshole drivers twice, and to make matters worse, the store didn't have what I wanted."
You are scaring me a bit, so I whisper "I'm sorry, Miss Linda."
You turn on me, and say "Shut up, Robert. It's not your fault, and you don't need to grovel, at least not right now. I'm going to give you what you need, but I'm not in the mood."
I feel better knowing that you will be punishing me, perhaps even more than usual, which gets me excited. I start to get hard again, even though I have to pee. Actually, having to pee makes me even harder.
I pay you a lot for your weekly services, but you are damn good, no one better. So I guess I can tolerate a slight deviation from the usual ritual. You approach the bed, and remove all of your clothes except your corset, garters, and leather bra. You are about to begin the familiar ritual, when you stop and look at my cock.
"You know Robert, sometimes I get tired of giving you pain and pleasure when I get nothing back except money. I have not been doing well in my personal life, and I have been incredibly horny for the last 2 weeks. Let's have some fun."
This frightens me.
"Miss Linda, please don't change what you do. I need that."
"Robert, you are my slave. You are to do whatever I tell you to do, and you will like it."
Now this little speech has me hard as a rock. It's what I want from you, and if it means a variation on the ritual, so be it.
You stare at my cock, and begin to remove your remaining clothing. First your bra, slowly, unbuttoned from the back, dropped to the floor. Then your garters, one at a time, thrown to the other end of the bedroom. Finally your corset, and your thong. You stand before me naked. I have never seen you naked before, nor have I had any particular desire to, but I must admit that you have a killer body, one that a man with normal sexual inclinations would find incredibly enticing.
"Robert, you have never seen me naked, and you have never had sex with me, nor has that ever been in the plan. We are going to rectify that right now."
Once again I am frightened, as I have had so little "normal" sexual experience in my life. My hard-on wilts. You notice.
"I know you are nervous, but you are in capable hands, and I will not hurt you."
You come closer and clutch my cock in your hand. I must admit it feels good. You start to stroke up and down, and I get hard again. You stop, move off to the dresser, and retrieve our favorite lubricant, one which we normally use for anal penetration. You put some on your hand, and resume stroking. This is an AMAZING feeling.
