The swift open and close of the heavy, wooden bedroom door woke me. I stretched, lazily, yawning widely and leaned over to check the time. 10pm exactly, the same time she always came into me. I had been living with her for about 2 months, and every Friday night I paid for my room and expenses. She sauntered over to my bed, her high heels plodded softly on the shag carpet. Her tight pencil skirt showed her curves, and her white, crisp button down blouse had already been unbuttoned a little. Her long honey hair was loose around her shoulders, a stark contrast from her business attire; I assumed she had already removed all the pins holding her hair back in a professional bun. Her eye makeup was dark, smudged a little and she held a crystal wine glass, swirling the dark red liquid before bringing the last remaining mouthful to her full, moist lips.
She stood at the foot of my bed, head cocked, eyes closed, as she savored the last mouthful of wine. I awaited my instruction. She opened her eyes, and they were replaced with an intensity I only ever witnessed in this part of her home. They searched the bed, where I was still groggily laying, and she scowled a little that I didn't have the blankets covering me. My long legs had been shaved early this morning before I went to sleep, and they were sprawled out in front of me now with only the extremities of my thighs covered. She didn't like seeing me this naked unless she had decreed it. I blushed under her piercing gaze and tried to cover a little more.
She outstretched her manicured finger and beckoned me near. I stood, pulling down my white night dress and went to stand in front of her facing down. She was a head or so taller than me with heels on, a similar height without. I felt her forefinger and thumb bring my chin up so I could look into those calculating eyes. They were a myriad of constant judging and discerning emotion. And tonight, they were mildly disappointed with undertones of furious lust. She pushed my shoulder length blonde hair behind my ear. So softly and carefully it sent chills down my spine. Her hand lingered on my neck and then was gone. Just as quickly she slapped it across my cheek, bringing tears immediately to my eyes. It stung, I still wasn't use to her punishments, but I was expecting it. Laying so exposed in bed was a violation of the rules she had clearly discussed the first night I spent in here.
"Bring out the rack." She instructed.
I nodded, only briefly making eye contact before stepping out of the room. My white silk nighty was tight, barely covering the essentials, but it wasn't arousing enough for her. She was a whole other level of kinky that I still didn't fully understand. I walked quickly to the walk in robe where the clothes rack hung. It contained the most beautiful pieces of lingerie as well as the most formidable. I used to wear the beautifully constructed lace delicates that made me look feminine and angelic. But the raunchy, sexy, verging on sadistic outfits were creeping more and more into our Friday night soirees.
I pulled the rack back to where she stood, kneeling before her with my hands on my thighs, looking at the mahogany shag carpet. She flicked through the rack, deciphering which outfit she would get me to wear tonight. I stole a look at her perfectly pedicured toes through her black peep toe heels, I wondered if they would play a part tonight.
"Okay." She spoke and I rose obediently.
Hanging from her index finger loosely was a hanger with a navy lingerie set. I took it and went back to the wardrobe to change. I slipped off my nighty, hanging it on the rack in the wardrobe dedicated to sleep wear, and proceeded to put on the underwear chosen for me. It was a simple outfit, navy blue bra, lacy panties and thigh high stockings. So perhaps she wasn't in the mood for punishment tonight. The panties I pulled up my long legs were delicate enough to tear. They were French cut, flaunting my butt, hardly surprising with her fascination for my rear end. I did have to admit they were sexy. The blue bra pushed my breasts together, and was dangerously low cut. I had to make sure my nipples weren't showing before I searched for appropriate heels to match.
I went back to the main room and she was over at the stereo she sometimes played. She flipped through a few tracks before settling for one with a smooth, thick velvet tone, with an indisputable hard beat. She went to the other side of the room, where a single chair was placed facing the bed. She sat crossing her long legs slowly, folding her arms making her perfect breasts push forward out of her buttoned shirt.
"Make the bed." She whispered, and focused on my mostly naked body.
I walked over to the bed, very conscious of my every step. I didn't want a reason to displease her, so I tried to be a sexy as possible. I pulled the blankets up, pushing my mostly bare ass in her direction. I heard a low appreciative tone escape from her throat. Yes, my ass was definitely her favorite body part.
I finished making the bed, and as she had given me no further instruction, I started to dance with the slow, hard beat. She beckoned me near, just like she had before striking me. However the slight curl in her lips were playful, not upset.
She was ready.
She stood to meet me, bringing her soft hands to rest high on my hips. She was warm, but her fingers sent chills through me as her long fingers splayed on my naked midsection.
"Dance" She breathed, and stepped closer so her firm breasts were lightly brushing mine.
I moved slowly, swaying my hips under her hands. She moved a little in response, but it was clear she was in control of this dance. She turned me around, pulling my waist in so my butt was rubbing against her crotch. She controlled the rhythm and speed, making an odd circle. Once she was sure I had learned the way she wanted me to grind her, she moved her hands up to cup my breasts. She played with them softly, and pressed her lips to my neck. Her tongue was delicate and precise in its movement, deliberately hitting the sweet spot just under my ear.
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Her breasts where soft, like mine used to be when I was 21, and I continued to caress them carefully through the thin lace material that held them in place. She continued to dance into me like I showed her. She was fairly obedient and learned quickly, but it was her enthusiasm for every task I gave her that made her my favorite submissive I had had in a while.
Her neck was smooth, and I traced my tongue just below her ear where I earned an appreciative moan from deep in her throat. Usually I didn't like when my girls were too vocal without my permission, but she was different. Her deep sigh was natural, not forced like some girls thought I wanted to hear, and to know that I could pleasure her, get her wet, made me ready to fuck.
"Go to the bed." I breathed into her ear, she shivered but obliged.
"On all fours" I instructed further, and she carefully placed herself in the center of the bed on her hands and knees.
She deliberately pushed her perfectly formed ass in my direction, arching her back so her breasts stooped low, and her glorious rear end was all mine. She was careful in her movements and I liked that about her. She wanted to please me. And she did.
I went over to the bed, unbuttoning my shirt in the process, pulling it from my high waist skirt and discarding in on the floor. My white lace bra was hardly appropriate for work, but much more conservative than I wore on the weekends. The course lace rubbed my nipples whenever I moved and made my insides ache as I thought about tonight. So I risked the inappropriate undergarments in the workplace. I paused at the clasp at the back and decided to leave it on; I would make her take it off later. I crawled up onto the bed, and pulled her ass into my sensitive areas.
