I checked my bag before leaving, to make sure I had everything I wanted for today's little fun. Her parents were away for the weekend, so we decided I would come over after work on Friday. They don't leave often, so we liked to get things going whenever we could. They'd left this morning, and had already sent Vivienne a picture of their hotel, 5 hours away.
I walked up and rang the doorbell, looking around, listening to the birds chirping on this fine spring morning. Hearing the doorknob, I turned to see her open the door. Black hair shoulder length, cheeks plump. Her breasts were fighting to be free in the tight skater dress she wore, the fabric hugging her belted waist and swishing over stocking clad thighs. Her cleavage was spectacular, it split at the base, showing an amount that would turn any head in public. She looked as I requested so far, but a more thorough inspection would be required to see if she followed my other requests.
"Thank you for coming, sir." She said, stepping aside for me to enter.
"My pleasure." I set my bag down and she closed the door behind me then turned around, getting down on her knees to untie my shoes. I looked and admired her cleavage from this angle, and the way her hair fell across her shoulders while bent down. It was fairly straight, and I hoped to leave it a frizzled mess by the time I was through with her.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your head."
She complied, not instantly, but with a slow grace as she stood and raised her arms. I circled, looking at her dimples from where the dress fell over her ass, admiring her head to toe. I placed one hand on her hip and ran it up to her chest, and slid across her breasts. She remained stone faced. I cupped it in my hand and gave a squeeze, like testing out oranges at the supermarket.
"You've got some nice tits, you know that?"
"Thank you sir."
"What do you think I should do with them?
"Whatever you wish."
I gave her breast's curve, right inside the cleavage, a pinch and she grimaced. I brought in my other hand and pressed them together, daring them to pop out of her bra. Walking around, placed both hands on her hips, and ran down her thighs. I removed them, and delivered a smack to her ass. Vivienne had a great ass. Quite round, well endowed, and my slap reverberated a few good seconds, the dress shaking from impact.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes sir. "
"What are you?"
"Your personal whore."
I gave her ass a few gentle taps, to let her know I appreciated everything.
"That's right, My whore. I hope you were a good girl. Did you follow all my instructions?"
"Yes sir."
Coming around to her front, I placed my hand over her cheek and laced my thumb around her chin. Taking control of her head, I turned it from side to side, looking at half of her face scrunched up by my grip. I let go and gave her cheek two slight taps.
"Do you care if I do that to you?"
"No sir."
"Why."
"I don't matter. I'm yours to use as you wish. "
"Good girl. I think so far you will do nicely. Now take your belt off and hand it to me."
She did so, and I put it around her neck, leaving plenty of gap to breath, but not let her slip out. I walked with the end in hand towards the stairs. I felt a slight tug, and then nothing as she began to follow me. Not that she had much choice. She could choose to struggle, and I would enjoy that immensely, but this wasn't one of those times. She was meek for me here, my little plaything.
I led her into her bedroom and walked up to her bed, covered in think blankets and pillows. As she approached, I stepped back and motioned for her to keep walking. Once in front, pushed her shoulders forward without warning. She flung her arms out wide the bed to break her fall as I expected, and I pulled them out and behind her so that her chest fell flat onto the bed. Now her ass jutted out against the beds' edge and her dress hung an inch away from her thighs. Her stockings were like following a treasure map to your greatest desire, the dress hiding where x marks the spot. Holding her wrists together with one hand, my other hand began touching her ass, moving my hand in circles, breaking to throw in a few good slaps. I increased my force slowly, and let the seconds slip between so she never knew when they would land. Sometimes I landed them straight down just below the small of her back, other times I came right across her ass from the side. I watched her head, cheek to the mattress, relishing in each squirm I saw and little movement of her head from the pain.
My erection pushed into her and I knew she could feel it. But I wanted to play a little more before fucking. That would have to wait.
"Now we see if you followed all my instructions."
I placed my hand on her thigh and, with all the care of unwrapping a family heirloom, brought it up her leg, followed the curve where thigh transitioned to ass, and up to her back, flipping the dress up with a swish and revealing her blue G-string. I smiled.
"You're a good girl, you know that?"
"I want to be a good girl for you. Thank you SIR!"
I knew what her response would be and gave a hard smack on her ass right before 'sir' came out.
