she presented herself as ordered, wearing her favorite black open-cup bra with an attached padlocked collar, His favorite black thong, and a heavy dose of black lipstick. she knelt before the open doorway of their soundproofed playroom, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed (and, in her imagination, secured together with an invisible rope) against her lower vertebrae, her head bowed with her lengthy black hair obscuring any clear vision she might otherwise have.
"Stand and enter."
Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master's voice. Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him.
He walked away from her. Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place - especially dressed in this manner - unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.
she heard the door close, seal, and lock. This was not uncommon, even if He intended to only play lightly. Still, the sounds from the door held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no matter what.
she chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself of the safeword she had selected several years before. Only once had she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His breath. she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her beyond their long-held agreement.
His feet reappearing within her limited range of view brought her back to her present situation. From the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly, she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning vents. Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air felt wonderful, sensual.
Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something He almost never did. Instinctively, she spread her knees even further apart in case He wished access to her most private of places. Only He had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there once again.
"you have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks," He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly. "While life at work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My life."
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His gaze as her heart soared at His kind words. "i only wished to ensure your happiness, Sir."
His smile caused her soaring heart to melt. The sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze. Seconds later, the digits were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue.
"I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived yesterday," He announced. His smile mirrored hers. "you deserve it after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few weeks."
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.
"But first, I want you to masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment."
"As you wish, Master."
she lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for Him. Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin compliance with His command. she kept her eyes upon Him initially, admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and moved out of her field of vision.
The sparks emanating from her core began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame. her breath came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced beautifully across her clitoris.
"Sir, may i cum?"
"Yes, as much as you'd like."
her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded the carpet. As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting. her body felt as if it was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so hard and fast that it threatened to explode.
"So beautiful. So slutty."
The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet another orgasm. As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. When at last she could open her eyes, she looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile. "I never knew my wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud.
her clitoris throbbed again at the "W" word.
He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth attacked His with extreme viciousness. she struggled, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His hold on her wrists was firm. As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above hers. His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers, and her hips instantly reacted to Him. If not for the copious amount of fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its finest as He teased her nicely.
Instead, she was a bit embarrassed, since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself from her. Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across her womanhood.
He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating Himself from the vice grip of her legs. her eyes opened once more, and she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips. Obviously aware of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs.
"Remember the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked. "i just killed you with The Kiss of Death."
He smiled again, obviously remembering the game. "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be you. But now, on with the show."
He turned her around, and she saw the new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks. Instead of securing one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on the device for the torso. A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes near the base of the Body-stocks.
"Are you ready?" she could only nod her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind reeling with questions: Would He drive her insane with pleasure? Would He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for hours? Would He cause her body to convulse with pain?
she soon stood facing the back of the Body-stocks. As her fingertips glided along the nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her. When He returned, He knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles. The snaps at the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability.
Slowly, He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking the insides of her thighs. Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine, until He stood behind her. Pressing Himself against her, she could feel the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier. Fortunately, He did not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her.
