Candy walked swiftly to his door. Her mind running over the previous day's agreement. Clutching her coat closer to her body since she only had on delicate black lace lingerie underneath. She stopped in front of his door, taking a deep breath and adjusting her breasts before knocking on the door. Not waiting for a response Candy turned the knob to let herself in. The room was lit and she could see him sitting in a chair opposite staring directly at her. His eyes pierced through her clothing,
He knows I'm not wearing anything underneath
Candy thought to herself.
They stared each other down for a few moments before he quietly ordered, "Strip."
Candy flashed him a smile, and ever so slowly started to unzip her coat until it was completely open. She shrugged it off onto the floor. Standing with her left hand on her hip, staring at, and challenging the man in front her with her gaze; the man who she would call Master for the entirety of that night.
"Do you like my outfit, Master?"
"I very much like how you look in that outfit, you're missing a crucial item though," He was right of course, Candy very much missed her collar. He quickly produced her collar and swiftly moved so he was standing directly behind her. His hands were already roaming the curves of Candy's body; feeling the lace material of her tights and garter belt. "Promise to be my good girl tonight?"
"I can't promise I'll be good, but I am definitely your girl tonight," Candy replied as her Master screwed the bolt tight on the collar around her neck. Roughly he turned Candy to face him, and kissed her hard. His hands running up and down her curves, grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him.
Candy kissed her Master with matching intensity. She felt him unclasp her bra, and watched as it hit the floor. Gently, he pulled her head back exposing her neck, and connected the matching leash. "Up," He commanded. Candy quickly put her hand on his shoulders, and jumped to clasp her legs around his torso. Her master carried her to the bedroom, where the ropes were already laid out on the bed. Once over the bed, he laid Candy down, and tied her hands to the headboard. He pulled off her remaining articles of clothing, and begins to kiss up and down the inside of Candy's leg. Ever so slowly, teasingly slow, kissing his way to Candy's clit. He paused, his mouth hovering right over her clit. Candy could feel his breath on her clit. She stared down at him, her eyes pleading. Master locked eyes with her, sensing the tension in her body, he gently blew a stream of cold air on her clit before lifting himself up and moved away from the bed.
"Why'd you stop?" Candy whimpered.