Cold stone floor. Dark room. Her shoulders already aching from the restraints, leather wrist binders held tight with chrome buckles. A silk rope tied through the silver D-rings attached to large bolts in the floor. Holding her arms out at an angle from her body, she kneels naked, vulnerable and unable to move. Her knees pressing into the cold stone floor, milky white, smooth thighs parted, her arse sitting back on her feet, her hairless pussy already glistening, slick with anticipation. Her head lifted proudly, her deep green eyes lowered in submission to Him as she hears His approaching footsteps.
Closing her eyes and holding her breath she waits. Listening to His steps ring out, echoing more through her mind than the room as He walks closer. She is almost unable to contain her excitement, but she is well trained. The only betrayal of what she is feeling shown in the quickening of her shallow breaths, the hardening of her pierced nipples as she thinks not on the pain that may be visited upon her this evening, but on the exquisite pleasure of knowing that she has pleased Him and found favour in His sight. The knowledge that she exists only for this purpose.
She closes her emerald green eyes as she hears Him step into the room. Her plump, pink lips curling into a smile as her heart seems to jump with the knowledge that her time is close. He has chosen her and she offers herself totally to Him, trusting Him implicitly with every fibre of her being. Knowing that He will nurture and protect her as she offers her gift of submission to Him. She catches her breath softly as she realises He has walked over to her while she was lost in thought. She fights the urge to glance up and sneak a look at His face, fixing her eyes instead on the shine of His black leather shoes at the bottom of His woollen pant legs. He is wearing the same business suit He wore when they first met. She smiles to herself, thinking about the look in His eyes that day. How that lust and need to possess her grew into pride at her submission to Him over time. The joy that lights His cool grey eyes, unnoticed to those who do not know Him as she does, but plain to her, who searches for His response in all that she does. She who strives to please Him in every action.
She feels Him waiting. Frowning at herself as she realises that once again she became lost in her own thoughts, she turns her mind to the task at hand. Pulling her shoulders back, she winces slightly as the restraints tighten at her wrists, she lifts her head a little more, tilting her face up to him, smiling as she feels His eyes trace over her restrained form. She keeps her gaze lowered to the floor, her eyes dropped as a sign of respect to Him. She hears Him speak. His voice melting over her like rich velvet chocolate, the well of need deep inside her overflowing at the sound of His words.
"Are you ready, my one?"
She remembers her first lesson with Him. That questions are best answered through action, not word, and she opens her mouth, parting her pale pink lips, her wet tongue plays over them quickly, wetting them for Him. She waits.
"Mmm... good girl."
She feels Him look down at her and desperately wants to glance up into His eyes, but she doesn't dare move until He gives direction. She holds her breath as He unzips His pants, His thick stiff cock springing into her view. She runs her wet tongue lightly across her lips again, barely able to stay still as the desire to hold Him in her warm soft mouth runs through her. Her breath catches softly in her throat as He wraps His hand around the base of His shaft and taps her on the forehead with it. She tilts her head to Him slowly, her eyes tracing up His body, drinking in the sight of His face, sending a shudder through her petite body as she meets his gaze.
Her eyes do not waver from His gaze as He traces the shiny head of His engorged cock over her soft pink lips. She darts her tongue out quickly to wet her lips again, the back of her tongue flicking briefly against the tip of His shaft. She sees His eyes un-focus as His cock jumps at her touch, His lips curling into a smirk and her heart skips to know what pleasure she is bringing Him. He traces His fingers through her thick brown hair and she feels them twist, taking hold as He thrusts His hips towards her face slowly. She sucks His cock into her wet mouth, moaning softly at the salty taste of His pre-cum on her tongue as she slips it around the head. Her tongue piercing brushing over the hole and pressing into the bundle of nerves under the tip of Him. She feels His fingers tighten almost painfully in her hair as He growls softly, pushing further into her hungry mouth, the head of His thick shaft pushing into the back of her throat. She holds her breath for Him, consciously willing Her tight throat to take Him, stretching around the head.
She swallows around His cock, her tongue flattened and working along the bottom of it as her tongue stud traces quickly over the nerve endings. She hears His growl deepen and rumble through his throat as she purrs deep, sending shocks of vibrations through His shaft, turning His low growl into a moan and causing Him to tighten His grip in her hair. He pulls her head back hard and looks down at her, staring deep into her eyes, His own filled with the lust of His possession. He steps back from her and she feels her long brown curls sweep down her back as He lets go of them, only to grab her face, His hand cupped around her chin. His lips curl into a sneer as he looks down at her, His grip tightening along her jaw before releasing as He steps back.
