The following is written, very much, for a female audience. I suspect most males will find it lacks of being graphic or explicit. I hope the women reading will find it very erotic, though.
What follows is an accurate description of the very first session I did with my then submissive AnnA.
AnnA is an English woman who was living in Waco, Texas when I found her on the then brilliant computer app called ICQ. We chatted on that app endlessly for weeks before progressing to phone calls.
I, eventually, convinced her to come and visit me and my wife, the same wife described accurately in my story 'My wife finds her submissive side'.
She stayed and served us for nearly 6 years, gaining her Australian citizenship in the process.
This will be a little rude, but will not include any really extreme acts. It will be gentle.
The scene: A bedroom, four scented lit candles, a four-poster bed, four silk scarves, liquid honey, chocolate sauce, ice cream, and oranges, halved.
The only light is from the candles. They fill the room with a warm, flickering glow and the faint scent of melting wax.
I have my submissive AnnA standing demurely in front of me, eyes down, hands clasped in front of her. She can feel my presence, it is strong, as I am tall, wide-shouldered and so... male.
I reach my hand out and cup her chin, lifting her head up, so that I can gaze into her eyes. As our eyes meet, a smile plays along my lips, and she blushes. A low chuckle escapes my chest.
"Relax, AnnA," I say. "You are going to enjoy this... I promise.'"
I touch AnnA's hands, indicating she should let them drop. Slowly, looking into her eyes, I unbutton her blouse. Tugging the tails from her skirt, I peel it back from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
I lean forward and lightly kiss that spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I trail my hands down AnnA's spine to the waistband of her skirt. Following the contours of the skirt around to the front I let the backs of my hands rub gently across AnnA's belly then up towards her bra, stopping agonisingly short of her breasts.
I reach behind her and undo her skirt. Giving it a quick tug it drops to the floor. I indicate she should step out of it.
Then touching AnnA's shoulder I turn her around, stepping close I wrap my arms around her. My left arm reaches over AnnA's shoulder, across and between her breasts holding her close to me. My right arm reaches around AnnA's waist and across her belly.
My lips graze the nape of her neck, trailing kisses up and down her neck. My fingers trace her panty line, reaching deeper, deeper, but again stopping short... I step back suddenly leaving her wanting, wanting.
I take AnnA's hand and lead her to the bed. Touching her hip I indicate she should climb up.
Before she is quite sure of what I am doing, I pounce. Pushing AnnA back I quickly tied her hands to the posts.
Before she can even raise a protest her legs are also bound.
Now she is completely in my power, under my control.
Was that a shiver of anticipation or fear? Feeling AnnA shiver, I glance into her eyes and... chuckle. Her fear amuses me, then, contrite I kiss her lightly.
"Trust me," I whisper, "It will not hurt... well not too much."
And I laugh again.
Sitting on AnnA's hips I open and reach into the drawer beside the bed. As I straighten up she sees the knife, the blade is long, and the light reflects brightly off it.
Fascinated and a little fearful AnnA's eyes follow the blade. I show it to her, moving it back and forward, in front of her eyes.
Nervously AnnA's tongue touches her lips. I can see the question in her eyes. I choose not to respond, then, with a practiced flick of my wrists, I cut the straps to AnnA's bra. Also cutting the material at the front, I let her breasts fall free.
Lightly I drag my nails across her nipples, they spring hard almost instantly. I lower my head, my lips reach closer, closer... and stop.
