She called me and left a message on my cell phone. She said that she had plans for the evening, and that I should consider myself to have plans as well.
Since I didn't have much plan to do anything else, this didn't bother me much. I was curious what she had planned, having omitted that little detail in the voice mail.
I pulled into the driveway, hit the button for the garage door opener, and as the door opened, I wondered, as I had during the drive home, what the plans were. Karen did not often all of a sudden decide that we had plans, especially without asking me. I pulled in and thought that I would know soon enough.
After hitting the button on the wall to shut the garage door, I opened the door to the house. Karen was standing there, leaned up against the wall, head tilted a bit towards the wall, with quite a devilish smirk on her face. However, this isn't the first thing that I noticed.
The first thing that I noticed was what Karen was wearing. Let me describe Karen - 5' 6" tall, about 125lbs with long sexy legs, long brown hair, coming just below her shoulders, slightly curled at the ends. She has the prettiest hazel eyes, that catch the light just so. She was my girlfriend of 3 years, and the light of my life.
The light of my life was wearing a short black skirt, a red short-sleeve blouse. Standing there, her right leg resting on the ball of her foot, as she was twisting her leg so I could see the side of her leg. Knowing that I have a thing for legs, particularly her legs, she had a pair of black fishnet pantyhose on, with no shoes. Her dark tan skin looked incredible in those stockings.
"You didn't have anything in particular you wanted to do tonight do you?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.
It took me a few seconds to pick up my jaw, and stammered "I was looking forward to spending it with you".
She walked towards me, with a broad grin on her face, stopping just inches away from me, her hand on my hip, one hand slamming the door shut behind me. Looking up at my 6' 2" frame, she said "This night is for you, and you will not soon forget it". After a couple seconds pause, as if debating with herself, she added "Master".
My arms wrapped around her back, I kissed her lightly on her lips, and asked "Master? What do you mean by that?" Karen was not the type to be kinky, certainly talented and willing in the sex department, just never all that wild.
She looked down, staring at the middle of my chest, and answered "I am your slave tonight, I will do anything for you, with you, Master." I could tell she was a little nervous, not entirely sure if this was such a good idea.
I reached up, put my fingers gently under her chin, raising her eyes to look at me, I kissed her full on the lips, and when our lips parted, she answered the question on my face. "You are my world Scott, I trust you, and I know that you love me. I also know that I don't rock your world in the... fucking department."
I was a little surprised, quite shocked really, Karen had not used the word 'fuck' more than a couple times in all the while I knew her. I also thought that I had convinced her that she was rocking my world in the 'fucking department'. "Karen..." I said.
She interrupted "Scott, stop. I know that we have decent sex, and I also know that you are often frustrated by how, I don't know, traditional I am, how unadventurous I guess. You want someone more slutty, more uninhibited. You think I don't know, but I do, I know you. I want this night to be for you, I will do whatever you ask, however hard it may be. Let me do this for you, Master."
There was a determined tone in her voice, a subtle one, but definitely there. Her eyes were a bit wet. I knew this was important to her, knew that she really did know what I thought about our sex life, and my heart leaped at what she was willing to do for me. When she finished speaking, there was a bit of a tear in my eye as well, but I hid it well... I think.
I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her, hugged her tight, and planted a big kiss right on her lips. "I don't quite know what to have you do, I don't want to cross some... boundary. You are a wonderful woman.."
She squeezed me in the hug and said "I will do anything, don't worry, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. Now shut up and give me instructions, Master".
"Well, my sex slave, lets go to the living room", and she pulled me in that direction.
There was a nice big fire in the fireplace. The curtains over the sliding door to the back yard was closed. The firewood in the fireplace popped.
"Ok, Master, what's first?"
I sat on the couch, as I thought. I was uncomfortable, not sure if I told her to do something out of her comfort zone, if she would be hurt. That was the last thing I wanted, she was good in the sack, but her description of herself was accurate. If we tried a new position, it was a bit of cajoling to get her to try it. "Unbutton your blouse, do it slow and sexy" I said, starting off safe.
Karen reached up, started to sway her hips, and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. She twisted to the side and unbuttoned another. She swayed and twisted, never taking her eyes off of me, and the smile never left her face, and the buttons came undone. Her 34B tits were in a red lace bra.
"Take it off, turn around, back to me, and bend over, touch your toes"
"Of course Master" Her tan skin looked very appealing in the firelight, mixed with the dim fading daylight filtering through the curtains. Her red bra set off her skin nicely as she bent down, presenting that tight ass to me.
"Take off your skirt, spread your legs a bit, and bend over, I want to see that sexy ass, with you looking between your legs back at me". And she reached back, unzipped her skirt, let it drop to the floor, she kicked it away, and kept her leg out.
My palms were damp. She had never stripped for me before, and certainly never on 'command'. As her skirt dropped, her I noticed her red lace panties, matching her bra, and the seam of the fishnet stockings running, up, up up, her long legs. My cock started to throb uncomfortably, it was stuck, bent and trapped my my pants and underwear. I was about to reach in and adjust it to a more comfortable position, but I remembered.
"Slave, my cock is in a uncomfortable position. Would you adjust it?"
She straightened up, and turned around, moving towards me. Her tummy flat, and well muscled.
"In fact, take off my shoes, and socks. Pants too while you are at it."
"Yes Master" and she knelt down, untied my shoes and pulled them off. She lifted my feet and rested them on her thighs. She rubbed the top of my feet, looked up at me, and smiled. I could tell she was nervous, but she was also having some fun. She pulled off my socks, and she rubbed my bare feet. "How does my stockings feel Master, I hope you like them"
"You know I do Karen, but my cock is still uncomfortable." I said with some feigned irritation.
"Oh, let me fix that Master" and she reached up, unbuckled my pants, undid the button, and pulled the zipper down. Karen ran her hand up my shaft, and she slide her hands to my hips, and started to pull. I lifted my hips, and my pants dropped around my ankles. She pulled the pants off, 1 leg at a time and tossed them aside. She placed her hands on my knees, and slide up my thighs. Snaking her fingers underneath my underwear, she slide her hand over my cock, and straightened it out.
Her hands felt so soft. "Mmmm, Master, it looks like your big hard cock likes his slave" she said with a smile, looking up at me.
I chuckled and said "He does like you, but I am still in charge. Come sit on my lap facing me" with a smile.
She stood up, leaned forward, placed her hands on my shoulders, and put her right leg next to my left leg. She pulled her left leg up, making sure it rubbed my leg all the way up, brushing the stocking against my skin. For a few seconds, she stayed on her knees, her bra encased tits only a couple inches from my face. I could smell the perfume she was wearing, my favorite. She massaged my shoulders, enjoyed and let me gaze at her glorious globes before she sat down on my lap.
I placed my hands on her knees, slide my hands up her legs, over her stockings. I really enjoy the feeling of stockings against my flesh. Karen had worn stockings on occasion as a treat for me. My hands stopped on her panty covered ass. I massaged her cheeks a bit, and slid both my hands up her back. Leaning forward a bit, I kissed the mound of flesh, just above her bra, and unhooked the hook in back. Pulling the straps off her shoulders, she dropped her hands from my shoulders to allow me to take off her bra, and toss it aside.
Karen has wonderful boobs, don't sag at all. She was a little self conscious about what she considered small tits when we first met. A few times mentioning that anything more than a mouth or handful was a waste (and learning of my weakness for legs), she became comfortable with them.
I rubbed her tits with my palms, feeling her nipples respond to the stimulation. I leaned forward again and kissed each nipple, ran my tongue around each nipple, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise.
"Stand up, sitting down on the job again are we?" I teased.
She stood up, feet on either side of mine.
"Turn around, feet together" I said, and she complied. "Now bend over, and slowly pull those red panties down as you do. I want to see that tight little ass of yours"
Her thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties. She slowly bent forward, and pulled her panties down, as she said "Yes Master". The relatively white skin of her ass was revealed to me, and the crotch of her panties stayed against her pussy. Both because her legs were together and her pussy was wet. She slide the panties down her thighs, the crotch finally let go, and I saw her wet pussy lips, glistening with her juices.
"Stay bent over and throw your panties aside, I want to enjoy the view".