EVENING IN
I found, a long time ago, a thick white collar, with rows of Swarovski crystals. I wish now I had bought it...but...I've never been a very leather girl, but for some reason, soft lambskin or deerskin leather, white with rows and rows of these gorgeous glittering crystals mounted on it, with a large silver clasp in back...exactly like a pet collar but obviously a very treasured pet would wear it. So thick that only a large animal could wear it, like a small cougar, panther, or a very large dog. On my neck it would cover my entire throat, and keep my head erect...fitted snug against my throat it would affect my every move, and gesture.
And my visual is... Of You coming home from work to a candlelit loft. Your beauty wearing this choker that encases her throat completely, white leather with sparkling crystals...her thick curling hair piled up on her head, with a few tendrils curling around her face, makeup exotic and darker than usual, full red lips, long dark lashes surrounding darkly lined eyes, making them all the bluer and tilt slightly at the corners, every hair and grooming detail in place...as if she were ready to go out to a formal event. Long white gloves, to just above the elbow. White thigh highs, a slender pair of white evening shoes. And...nothing else.
Just standing, arms straight down, hands folded neatly right above my shaven pussy, eyes coming up and meeting yours as you walk in the door. Your beauty...waiting for You...smiling softly...kissing your cheek, and guiding you to your chair. Fixing your drink, quietly waiting on you as you relax from your day. And then, serving you dinner, obeying your soft spoken commands, not even sexual at first, merely giving my service to you. Refilling your glass, while moving quietly and gracefully about. Waiting for you to eat or merely request something, standing to the side...fully in view, submissively looking at the floor but unable to lower my head...the collar keeping my chin and posture straight...very much like a delicate, perfectly made up, half dressed little doll...awaiting your pleasure.
Would you call me to you, to kneel at your feet...allow me to lick your fingers...give me a drink from your wine glass...watching my mouth, painted that garish red especially to tempt you. To remind you that I am not just a doll, but your little slut as well. Would you know that...?
And, perhaps place your finger under my chin...tilting my head back...my lashes lifting to look up at you. My gaze would be calm, quiet...serene. Everything about me at that moment is set to please you, to bring peace to You. You touch the collar with your fingers...sliding around the back and testing the buckle, then stroking my hair, tracing my cheek...admiring how hard I worked to be perfectly put together for you.
And you smile, and ask me to walk for you...and I rise, and move back and forth across the room...flowing...completely comfortable...smiling and looking at you under my lashes...playing the vamp for You...there simply for your visual enjoyment...
Oh what would you do with your little beauty now...
THE HUNT
You send me to the other side of the room from you...at the end of the dining room....you aren't smiling, or even frowning...just watching, and your eyes are darker than usual...I have a moment of uncertainty...worrying I've displeased you somehow. I move away from you, and glance over my shoulder making eye contact before turning slowly to face you...standing still...waiting for a signal from you of where you wish me to move. Turn around beauty...your voice is so soft, and there is a thread in it I have not heard before...and I ponder it as I turn, facing the wall...standing perfectly still and straight...and...nothing...silence.
I know I'm not supposed to turn around or look, and it's torture not to do so. I hear the chair move...and try not to tense...the air in the room as thickened it seems...and suddenly the serenity, the quiet center of our evening, has evaporated. Trembling...I recognize the thread in your voice...the tone. I close my eyes...taking deep breaths...this evening having taken an unexpected turn...because...suddenly...I'm prey...and You are hunting beauty...
Am I allowed to run I wonder...? Oh, God...I want to run suddenly...I clasp my hands in front of me, twining my fingers to keep from trembling, my teeth nibbling on my lower lip. You are standing right behind me...and the energy radiating off of you is palatable...I can feel it. A fine tremor moving through me...skin tingling....ears ringing....fighting the urge of flight. I can feel your eyes moving over my nude body...my ass...my legs...my back...watching me trembling...suddenly feeling so much more vulnerable. Which is somewhat silly...because I've been here with you the entire evening...quite willingly.
"Hands on the wall beauty"...your voice, suddenly right beside my ear makes me jump....and your chuckle makes me blush... You gently touch my back...stroking...soothing. "Hands on the wall little one...now." I place my hands on the wall...stretching forward, my ass lifting, the white collar on my throat not allowing my head to fall forward...I gaze at my hands on the wall...and a small whimper sounds in my throat.
"Spread your legs...I don't wish to ask twice this time beauty." Your voice is velvet in my ear, and I shift my legs open, leaning fully into the wall, my ass lifted and legs spread wide...leaving myself completely open to your gaze, feeling the air in the room on my wet pussy, a little shiver moving up my back. The brief pause of silence...
Suddenly you are spanking me...methodically and quite hard with your hand...little gasps as the sharp sting radiates through my ass...my hips involuntarily jerking. Your arm snakes around my waist and holds me in place, and suddenly I'm squirming...crying out. Spanking your little whore...my ass on fire...my thighs...tears filling my eyes....the pain is so sudden and unexpected. Oh...and your hand is striking me so hard, rocking me forward against your arm and the wall, and the stinging heat...my pussy is dripping, and feeling exposed...beginning to feel overwhelmed...and then you begin spanking my inner thighs...and gasping, I try to close my legs.
You pause...and there is an ominous silence...I open my legs back quickly...and deliberately arch my back to lift my ass. "Wider beauty...wider...forward more"...your arm around my waist practically holding me up at this point, and me using the wall for balance...my legs open and impossibly wide....my glistening pussy is completely exposed. And, I'm sobbing quietly because I know what you are going to do...and...quite hard sharp slaps on the wet swollen lips and clit...and I'm squirming...but dare not even think of moving my legs...leaning into the wall. Tears falling down my cheeks. Oh God begging for you to please stop....and you're chuckling softly at my distress...and scold me as you pause. Dipping your fingers into my dripping little slit...sliding them up and separating the lips and then flicking my clit and pinching sharply.
"You wish me to stop beauty...? My little slut's cunt is dripping. Your body wants it to continue...are you fighting your body little one? Why is my little whore's pussy so wet if you wish it to stop?" I just close my eyes and groan...and...sharply you swat my ass...."Answer me slut..."
"I don't know..." I whisper and deny in the same breath. "Yes, you do" Your velvety stern voice. Trembling I close my eyes...and whisper..."I don't wish it to stop..." Tears filling my eyes...how hard it was to say those words...and give myself up to what I know will follow them....
The pain is almost blinding and my pussy is on fire from the volley of sharp slaps...then my ass...I drift...the pain moving through me, my body beginning to move with it, rocking...undulating...my pussy throbbing with both pain and pleasure. Not fighting the sensation...moving into a liquid part of myself that flows, and accepts the pain...embraces it...needs it...ass lifting to meet your hand...
Suddenly you stop...and just enjoy the visual of your slut...her pussy dripping...wearing nothing but heels and white thigh highs...topped off by a very red ass and thighs...white gloves and a white collar. You stand me up...and I'm trembling...leaning into your chest for support...tears on my cheeks. Gently you wipe them away, before guiding me to your chair. On the chair next to you is a large feather plume attached to a butt plug.
You sit and gently pull me over your lap...I whimper...my bottom is so sore and still flaming from the spanking...the mere touch of your hand as you rest it on my cheeks making me gasp softly. Your fingers probe...seeking my tight hole....and spread my cheeks...sliding the plug into place...the feathers tickling the tender skin of my ass. I moan, feeling invaded, my ass clenching around the plug...blushing and feeling more on display than before...
You lift me off your lap, standing me...my eyes are lowered, and the reserve and dignity of earlier in the evening has been stripped somewhat...and I instinctively know this is much more to your liking. So...now your doll is adorned as you wished her. Feathers...red ass...and lovely for you to view...and...most of all...dripping wet and not hidden from You in her mind...
"Walk for me beauty....my little fuckdoll..."
