As if she were a cat, Amanda arches her back and stretches her arms forward along the cool, blue satin sheet, her small rear high in the air. She smiles as the smell of freshly brewed coffee reaches her nostrils.
"Mmmm, that was fun," she thinks to herself as she brings herself up from the cat stretch to a kneeling position.
Beep! Beep! Beep! The insistent alarm demands her immediate attention. She follows the normal morning routine, first stumbling to and shutting off the alarm, second, opening the door as she walks by to allow the 2 year old gray tiger striped cat entrance, and then heading straight for the shower, hoping that the hot water will somehow breathe energy into her.
She stands with wrists draped over the top brass railing of the small corner shower, the water pounding against her back, her nipples pressing against the cool clear glass of the shower wall, thinking back to the night before-- His touch, His control, the pleasure of that tongue on her clit as He flogged her, the roughness of His flogging, the smoothness of the tongue, the combination of pleasure and pain. She replays the scene in her mind.
It is 1:30 p.m. right on time, as the pewter-colored blazer pulls up in the driveway. Amanda smiles nervously as she waits for her guest at the end of the cobblestone walkway, lowering her eyes as He comes up to her, then kneeling in front of Him.
"Hello, Sir. Welcome to my home," she says with a shaky voice.
Following behind Jason is a very petite brunette wearing a white cotton button-down dress, much the same style as a nurse would wear in an old time war movie. Reaching down, Jason lifts amanda's chin and tells her to look at Him. Amanda quickly follows His command and smiles.
"You belong to me for the next few hours. You will do everything as I command or there will be serious consequences. Do you understand?" he says in a firm yet calming voice.
"Yes, Sir," amanda quickly replies.
Before allowing her to stand, Jason takes a black leather collar from the brunette and places it around amanda's slender neck. "Stand up," He orders.
Amanda nearly falls as she complies with His wishes, blushing furiously, hoping He will not scold her for being so clumsy. Jason noticing this, but decides not to mention it, correctly assuming that she is just nervous.
“She's new,” He thinks to Himself.
Jason turns to the brunette and gives her orders to bring in His "toy" box. Taking amanda by the hair he walks her inside.
"Where are we going to play today My pet?" Jason whispers. Amanda's heart flutters, scared, excited and eager to just get started. She leads the way to the spare bedroom.
Jason smiles as He takes a quick inventory of the room: a queen size bed with four large posts, a small dresser, a night stand close to the bed, and a large blue chair in the corner.
"Kneel," Jason orders.
Amanda quickly kneels. Taking a pair of black leather fur lined cuffs out of His "toy" box Jason signals for amanda to hold out her wrists. Noticing she had left her watch on, amanda moves to take it off.
Jason quickly slaps her hand and gives her the "look," the look that says this is going to be serious play. Jason looks down at amanda kneeling in front of Him.
"I like to start with something simple," He says as He unzips His jeans and lowers them. Amanda looks up smiles, thankful that He is starting with something she knows. Taking His cock in her mouth, she slowly runs her tongue along the underside of His cock head and moves her mouth down the full length of Him. Taking all of Him nearly gags her.
"He's big," she thinks to herself, tears coming to her eyes as she fights back the gag reflex. Enjoying the feel of Him in her mouth, amanda relaxes and proceeds to give Him a thorough tongue bathing, massaging His balls as her mouth glides back on forth over the veined flesh of His near perfect cock.
Suddenly, He pulls her to her feet. "UNDRESS AND SIT ON THE BED," He orders roughly.
Amanda undresses quickly and takes a seat near the head of the bed, pushing the overstuffed pillow out of her way. Jason opens the "toy" box (which is actually a large, roll-around stackable tool box), laying out the different floggers, paddles, and canes, and taking the time to explain each of them and what types of sensations she would experience with each.
"On your knees, head down and show me that ass," Jason orders.
Amanda looks at Him with the look of a deer caught in the headlights, eyes large and round, rimmed with terror.
"NOW!" Jason commands.
"Yes, Sir," responds amanda in a soft voice.
Blushing a deep shade of red, amanda kneels, her elbows and forearms flat against the mattress and her head between her hands. Embarrassed by the fact that she is already dripping with excitement, she jumps at Jason's touch, surprisingly gentle as He inspects her.