It was evening when they got to where they were going. It had been a while since they had been together but the passion was there, like an inferno that could consume everything around them. He led her through the house, she just trailing at his feet, wet with anticipation and thirst. They went through to the master suite, a fitting name for the games that they were about to play. In through the room and down the hall and into the bath. He stopped her in the dead middle. She looked at him, waiting, not speaking, but waiting for what would come next. He laid out a few tools, a collar, a gag, some toys and of course some lubricant. He turned back toward her and took the collar from the counter. He gently placed it around her neck, it was soft on the inside, velvet, and fastened with velcro.
He then looked at her, looked deep into her eyes and said. "Now while this collar is on, you are mine, you will call me Dom and I will call you Sub. Do you understand?" She nodded in acceptance. He went to work on her shirt... carefully removing it from her body, exposing her beautiful skin to the light. As he pulled it over her head her arms raised, and as soon as her arms left her sleeves they went back to her sides. He carefully folded the shirt and laid it on the counter and next unclasped her bra. He slid the straps down her arms and allowed for gravity to do the rest. He picked up the bra and folded it nicely on top of her shirt. Her breasts were now free, and her nipples were erect and waiting. He wanted to touch them, to suck them, play with them but he had to have control. There was plenty of time. He went to her jeans, and unbuttoned each button and let them slide down her soft, sensual legs. It was then he noticed her socks. Knee high, simple, and grey. They complemented her legs and calves nicely and added a certain innocence to her, though he knew she was all but innocent. He kneels down and slips her shoes from her feet then gently pulls off her jeans. He leaves the socks for now, they are quite the turn on and she has noticed.
Seeing him obviously turned on because of her makes her smile, but just a little so he doesn't notice. As he begins to stand up again he notices the small black thong she is wearing... and how it appears to be the slightest bit damp. He has this urge to press his tongue against it, to taste her and smell her scent. But again he must have control or this is all for nothing. This is more than just about sexual gratification, there is more going on here. There is a passion that needs to be worked, to be disciplined, to be channeled and when the time is right both will be released, and with any luck several times.
He stands before her, folds the jeans and then starts to get his tools ready. He grabs a few heavy towels and places them over the lip of the bathtub. He turns on the sink to allow the water to warm and then grabs the coconut oil, a wash cloth and a razor. He wanted her to see the items, to make the anticipation better. He then kneels down and starts to pull her thong off... gently, like unwrapping a present. She is glistening wet, and the cloth is very damp to the touch. This makes him smile. He then places the thong with her other clothes and then directs her to lay over the tub on the towels for comfort. As she does he grabs the washcloth and lathers it with a creamy soap. He then proceeds to gently wash her anal opening, to work the soap in and around it, almost massaging it. After he is satisfied he has cleaned it well he then rinses her and uses a soft towel to dry her. He gets ready to apply the oil when she starts to raise up. He quickly smacks her on the right buttock, and she yelps from the surprise.
"Do you need to be gagged?" I have one of my favorites all ready for you.
She quietly responds, "No Dom."
He then presses her back down and rubs out the spot where he hit her. He grabs the jar of oil, and works some into his hands. He then begins to massage it into her anal opening and the surrounding area. Once there is a nice sheen he rubs the excess into her exposed buttocks. He grabs the razor and begins to gently and carefully shave the area around her opening. Making it smooth and soft with the oil. He is careful to go slow so to not cause harm or damage the sensitive flesh. The smell of the oil, its coconut aroma coupled with her sweet opening inches from his tongue causes his now hard cock to jump. Patience, he tells himself. Control. He finishes up his work and uses a clean cloth to wipe up excess hair and oil. He then applied a new layer of oil to the opening and starts to work his finger inside. He is careful to avoid her now extremely wet pussy, not wanting to over stimulate her. After he works the oil into her anus he decides to give her a small treat for her composure, he leans in and licks her now juicy, oily hole. He licks around it, tasting the coconut flavor and starts to work his tongue in and out of that tight space, loosening up the muscles and causing small sounds to escape her lips.
She stops when he hears this, "Noise, will cause you to be gagged my dear. And we cannot have you drooling all over, so I am afraid I will have to place that moist thong in first for your to suck on. Is that what my Sub wants?" She doesn't answer. "Sub, answer your Dom!" She quietly tells him she cannot help it, his tongue playing with her tight hole is driving her crazy. He asks again, "Do you want to be gagged?" She nods her head up and down as to yes, but shows the slight hint of embarrassment for wishing for that red ball in her mouth. He stops tonguing her tasty hole and stands. He goes to the counter and grabs the gag and her thong, which is still moist. He tells her kneel, and she pushes herself up off of the tub and kneels. He then sits were she was laying, if he were nude she could be sucking on his cock rather than a ball. She looks at his zipper longingly, wishing he would let her have him, to taste him, to suck him until he cannot hold out any longer. But that is not to be, he places the gag in her mouth and locks it around her head. He could take her right now... he wants to take her right now, to release inside of her tight, wet, juicy pussy. But no, he must have control, he must wait. He instructs her to once again lay over the tub. At this he kneels before her and again starts to lick around her oily hole, working his tongue closer and closer to the opening until he is piercing her. He just not realizes he has her wet, dirty thong in he hand as he forgot to shove it in her mouth. But he doesnt stop his assault on her opening. He works it and licks it, and sucks it. Until it is wet, glistening like her pussy.
He then reaches for one of the small probes. He sucks on it, gets it wet and starts to work it into her. It takes time, it is a slow process but he gets it in. Once the head of the probe slips inside the rest follows. Once the probe is firmly in place he leans in and cleans her opening with his tongue, being careful to mop up as much moisture as possible. He stands and tells her to stand up. As she does you can see her expression... the feeling of having something inside of you... moving about. And that she is liking it. He tells her to get down on her hands and knees and wait. He starts to remove his clothing. First it is his shoes, then his pants. He looks down at her, she looks up at him. He is so very hard looking at this perfect Sub with her collar, gag and knee highs, just waiting to be taken. He removes his shirt, t-shirt and finally his socks so that he is standing before her wearing just his very tight, revealing boxer-briefs. He begins to remove them as she fidgets looking into his eyes. He removes them, and quickly washes himself with the washcloth he used on her. He is still holding her thong in his hand, he has yet to let it go. He puts it to his nose, breathes deep and exhales.
