Looking out her window, Amber shivers as she thinks about the 22 degree cold air outside. It's the night before the storm, and there are flurries falling. Later this evening, it's supposed to start snowing, and snow pretty hard... 6" are expected, at least. She hopes that Travis can make it before it gets ugly. Looking at her computer's clock, she notes that it's 9:15.
Travis is tearing along the highway, trying to make it before the whiteness consumes his world. He's been listening to news radio for updates on the snow, and the meteorologists are running out of scary words. Clearly sick of this doomsday talk, Travis punches another button, choosing to enjoy the rest of his ride without annoying weather people telling him how screwed he is. Christmas songs now fill the car... Travis smiles, imagining the present he is about to unwrap.
Amber is bored. She stares at her screen, she cannot wait for her boyfriend to arrive. She feels the wetness between her legs already, she can't wait to submit to his control, obey his commands. The idea of being his makes her so excited she can't stop thinking about how good it will feel to be submissive again. Amber is one of those people who loves to control her life, and keeps herself so busy, but really just likes to lay back and be controlled in bed. She unconsciously moves her hand down between her legs, and strokes her pussy through her yellow bedtime shorts. Her master has instructed her to wear these this evening. He had also told her to not wear underwear... which only served to make her more excited.
Amber is a beautiful physical specimen. She's 5'3" tall, has medium length dark brown hair, and the body to give any sane man quite the rush of sexual excitement. Her breasts are not too large, just the perfect size to cup in one's hands and fully enjoy. Her nipples are something to really write home about, but words can just not describe the pleasure Amber's nipples can give to her lover.
As she rubs herself, becoming ever hornier, she thinks about how "unconservative" she must look. The only other article of clothing she's wearing is a tight white tank top, her boyfriend's favorite. As she becomes more excited, her erect nipples show through the virtually sheer fabric. She's hot, and not just in terms of physical description: her space heater is up all the way, per Master's orders. She wouldn't mind losing some clothing... but she's shy, and instead focuses her attention on her computer, pointing it at literotica.com. She navigates to the BDSM section, and quickly selects a story.
After a few minutes of reading, she diverts her attention from the screen to her shorts, and undoes the draw string, making room for her hand to slip in. Extending her middle finger between her labia, she feels the first hint of clitoral pleasure.
Travis is now just minutes away. The flurries' bigger, uglier relatives haven't yet joined the party, thankfully. He sees the house, and looks for Amber's window. The light is on - instantly Travis's member responds with a salute to his sweetheart. They've been apart for too long, and he cannot wait to reunite with the love of his life. He hopes she's just as submissive as he has been fantasizing about. Travis has not always been into BDSM... but the idea of telling Amber to "get on your knees and suck my cock" and having her smile and do it, is just too much for him.
Amber is really into the story now. It's a classic tale of master and slave, making her think more and more about being tied up and forced to obey. She finger circles her clitoris, and her vagina is extremely wet. She's so horny, she cannot think of anything else except her pussy. She's breathing heavily, and will cum in just a few more minutes. She tries to pace herself, so she can finish the story.
Travis gets out of his car, taking the lubricant he bought for the occasion and also the dozen roses with him. He steps up to the house, and lets himself in. He hopes to surprise his love, so he slowly and quietly walks up the stairs to her room. He silently slides his key into the whole... thinking the whole time about sliding his cock into her pussy. He turns the key, and opens the door.
Amber is shocked... she quickly pulls her hand out of her pants, just moments from orgasm. She tries to stand up, but her legs are a bit weak from her exertion. She turns bright red.
Travis looks at Amber, and closes and bolts the door. He tells that she has nothing to be embarrassed about.
"It's good to see you, my love!" and he hands her the roses. Completely obviously, he puts the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. He walks up to his girl, and gives her a hug.
"You were a bad girl, masturbating when you know your master would want to take care of you."
She smiles, getting caught might not have been so bad after all.
"Amber, I want you to give me a nice, slow strip dance."
