She took one last walk around the room to make sure that everything was perfect. It had to be.
Glancing nervously at the nightstand clock, the final ten minutes might as well be an hour. The music was low and sensual, as was the lighting. She remembered the hours she put in picking out just the right songs for this event. They all had to be smooth and rhythmic. Slow with that underlying pulse that turns your thoughts to other things when you suddenly hear them, no matter where you are. The songs that make you wet, even as you sit at your desk in the middle of the work day.
She paused at the coffee table. Laying perfectly straight across were the implements she was instructed to bring. She made one last adjustment, putting the blindfold first in line, in case that was first.
Her instructions came in the mail last week. Every detail was thought of and written down in His handwriting. Had it been that long? It didn't seem like years had gone by as she read his familiar script. She lightly traced her fingers over every word of the letter, as if it brought her physically closer to him somehow. He was the one. The one that initiated her into a new sensual world. A world of give and take, pleasure and pain, dominance and submission.
Life had somehow distanced them. No matter, as she had more than enough memories to keep her mind and body entertained. How often did they replay as she let her hand drift down into her panties as she lay in bed? Stroking her clit, and making herself climax hard as the movie of their scenes played back in her mind. She found that in the moments as the orgasm was rising in her, she would ask herself for permission to finish coming, as she was trained to do.
But now she is here. In the city, the hotel, the room, the clothes, that were handpicked for her by him. 5 minutes left now, she quickly combed her fingers through her long auburn hair, and knelt down about 7 feet from the front door, facing it. Her heart was pounding so hard, trying to imagine him walking through the door. How was she not going to look up at him? Or worse, get up and run to him? She just wanted to press her body against his again. To feel him against the length of her. Training, she thought. Remember the training.
She adjusted the hem of her short red dress as she looked down towards the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing but a waist corset, as per his instructions. She did like how it cinched her waist while framing her ass, and pushing her breasts up, making them round and full. The dress lightly fell over all her curves, brushing against her nipples, already making them hard. "One final adjustment" she thought, and she lay her hands on her knees, palms up, ready to be presented.
Every sound out in the hall seemed amplified as she waited in that position. She jumped as another door opened and shut. Her heart seemed to race impossibly. Finally, a sound right outside her door. A key card slid in, the handle turning. She took as deep a breath as her corset would allow her, as the door opened. Still looking towards the floor with everything she had in her, she watched as the door swung, and he stepped in. His shoes as always a reminder of his impeccable dress. His style was just the backdrop of his ability to take control over her.
The door shut, and a suitcase was set down to the side. She heard him breathe out as he paused directly in front of her. She hoped that he was finding everything she had done so far to his liking. She had hoped that she had followed all of his instructions. She felt suddenly as no time went by at all. She felt that familiar sense of wanting him, and wanting to please him take over.
He stepped to her right, then continued around her. He was looking her over. She could feel his gaze over her skin. "What is he feeling?" She wondered. He paused directly behind her, his breathing slow and steady over the low music in the room. Finally he touched her back lightly between her shoulder blades. She shivered, as she felt his warmth again. In that light touch she was already under his complete guidance and command. It amazed her how quickly they fell back into their roles.
He walked away from her, and she could hear him pulling the desk chair away from the desk. She waited still. Wanting, so wanting to touch him. Wanting deep inside to taste him. The wanting taking over every part of her, so completely, only broken from the sudden sound of his voice. "You've done well, everything is how I've asked for it to be." "You are lovely...crawl to me."
She turned on her hands and knees, eyes still averted down towards the floor, and began to crawl toward the sound of his voice. She moved slowly and steadily as she was trained with her ass up and chest slightly lowered. She felt her dress slip up to her waist, fully displaying her round bottom. She knew that he was watching closely, so she didn't rush as she wanted to, but took her time so he could watch each sensuous movement of her body as she began her submission to him.
Finally, she reached his side, and once again knelt, but this time, leaned up against his thigh. He didn't correct her. Has he wanted to touch her again as much as she wanted to touch him? "Start, by kissing up my leg with your pretty mouth" How she missed that voice, commanding and firm. Melting her inside. She leaned forward, starting at his shoe, pushed her lips against it in a kiss. Then she slowly moved up, feeling his body under his clothes with each kiss. At his thigh, she knew that she would be spending more time here throughout the evening, pleasing him at his will. He stroked her head and plunged his hand into her hair, winding it around his fingers. Pulling back and down gently, lifting her face upward, she was suddenly looking into his eyes. " I have missed you, are you ready?" "Yes, Sir.", she responded. She has been waiting for this moment too long. "Then stand and lean over the desk." She could hear the change in his voice, firm, dominant. She already felt the wanting within her. Her pussy was already aching. The aching that would only be suppress by a good, firm fucking.