I sat in the front row, watching as she played the cello. As I listened, I could feel myself becoming enraptured by the unearthly music, moved on some level that even I could not quite put my finger on. Yes, I would have to thank her for getting me such good seats... after our little session tonight of course.
She was beautiful. Her legs were spread out to accommodate her instrument, just as they would soon be spreading later tonight. I couldn't help but lick my lips at that delicious little thought. Jenny seemed lost in the music, but I could pick up on those subtle little clues that tell you a woman is in heat. I could smell her female musk... yes, she was wet and ready for our session. I always like it when one of my little pets gets eager.
Judging from the high class audience attending her concert, one wouldn't think that Jenny Hernandez would be into S&M. No, as far as the outside world was concerned, she was a university educated woman, a successful professional musician who toured the world performing to sold out crowds. If they only knew! But then, so many of my lovely little women have been successful executives, lawyers, and yes, even entertainers. Sometimes the darkest desires are hidden by people you would never expect.
As Jenny began to finish her solo, adding little flourishes to each stroke, I got up and made my way towards the back of the theater. May as well beat the crowds. Jenny had told security to expect a guest, so I didn't have any problems getting backstage. I could still hear the orchestra even back there; I could tell from the tone that the concert was coming to a finale. And then, as the last note hung in the air, I heard a round of applause coming from the concert goers. Like that, it was over.
I decided to go back and wait for Jenny in her dressing room. Turns out that I didn't have to wait very long, because after only a couple of minutes she opened the door. Judging from the look on her face, I think that she was a little surprised to see me waiting for her there. She looked just as beautiful up close.
As you might have guessed, she was an attractive young Hispanic woman, her jet black hair cut short and stylish. She was a little on the skinny side, but then that's how I tend to like my women. Her sharp features betrayed her obvious Latin ancestry. She was wearing a fancy and somewhat tight fighting white satin dress, which contrasted very nicely with her light coffee colored skin tone. It was tasteful, but cut just low enough to show off what little cleavage her perky breasts made. It also was cut along the sides to show her nicely toned legs.
"Hello Jenny," I said calmly, not even getting up from my chair, "You ready for tonight's session..."
"After the concert," she asked, seemingly a little surprised.
"That was the arrangement," I replied.
"So you want to do me here," she asked.
"You know the rules," I told her, "Now lay down on your couch and let me get to work."
"Yes," she said, meekly obeying me.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, master..."
Jennifer Hernandez, professional cellist, was going to lay down on her couch and let me have my way with her. It was absolutely delicious! I watched her from behind as she made her way towards the couch. For such a thin waif of a girl, she more than made up for it with a shapely little ass. Must have been that Latina heritage... and soon, it was going to be all mine. At least for the night...
"Oh," I said, "You may as well take your clothes off too..."
"Yes master!"
She obeyed without hesitation this time, slipping out of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I was now presented with a lovely view of her perky little breasts. Then she bent over and slipped out of her panties. As she did this, I reached over into my bag and began to remove some of my accouterments for tonight's session. First and foremost, I put on a little Venetian domino mask, not so much to conceal my identity but to provide a bit of atmosphere. I also popped a CD into her player, a recording of one of her earlier concerts.
Almost as soon as the first notes played from the speakers, Jenny looked up at me from the couch. She was obediently laying there, belly down on the couch, a look of genuine surprise on those dark, dark eyes of hers.
"I thought it would add a bit of ambiance to our activities," I told her, "And besides, it will also cover up any other sounds we make. It wouldn't do to have eavesdroppers now would it?"
