The light from the window shines into the room. I draw the drapes so I can control the lighting from within.
The floor lamp illuminates the living area and I adjust the table lamps on both ends at the couch. Shadows fall where I want them. I am satisfied.
I turn the sound system on and find an FM station playing soft, liquid jazz. I look about the room imagining the next few hours.
You knock on the door and I open it after a few moments. You enter and look around. I know you feel the mood from the lights and the music.
I lead you to a chair and offer you a glass of wine. You ask if you may smoke. I take your lighter and light your cigarette in response.
You draw deep and exhale as you look around. I like that you aren't apologetic about smoking.
"I have a guest joining us in a few minutes."
You look surprised but attempt to shrug it off.
"Who, Master?"
"A new friend."
I go to the wet bar and pour myself a glass of water and then sit next to you on the couch.
You are beautiful, I think to myself. Your face is clear and nearly void of texture or lines, almost like porcelin. Your lips are exaggerated by your lipstick. Your eyes are minimally highlighted.
I reach over to touch your face. The back of my hand carresses your cheeks and then your chin. You look up into my eyes. I imagine the questions that form in your mind but never reach your lips.
"I am going to enjoy you, my sweet."
You shift a little, unsure how to respond or even if you should. I pause and make you suffer that uncertainty for a few moments. I smile and lean down to kiss your lips.
You taste of tobacco and mint gum. Your mouth opens slightly and I kiss you deeper. My tongue reaches into your mouth and meets yours. I suck your tongue and then you suck mine. Our kiss grows more passionate as your arms reach up to surround my neck.
We kiss for a few minutes, breaking that first bond only to breathe and look into each others eyes. We are silent in words, but our minds and hearts are melded.
We kiss again and this time I rise and pull you up to me. My arms reach around your back and pull you hard against me. My hands start at your waist but move continuously across your back and then down to your ass. My hands feel and measure your buttocks and then move back in crossing swirling motions up your spine.
I press my fingers deep into your flesh, relaxing the tensions you carried in. I feel you melt and I continue my seduction of your muscles by flexing my fingers into your tissue.
Your mouth is open and available to me and I eat your mouth as if I was starved. My lips crush yours and I suck out your breaths.
I lean down to your ears and whisper in your ears.
"I want you...all of you. You are mine now. Do you understand?"
Your moans fill my ears as I kiss and suck and lick your neck. I move slowly from one ear lobe down across the nape of your neck and then up to your other ear.
I want this moment to last forever. I want it to burn into your memory so that all future kisses will be measured and compared to this one. I want you to feel my passion throughout your body. I want you.
I hold your head in my hands as I stare into your eyes. I kiss you deeply and deliberately. I move back to look at you, then kiss you again and again and again.
There is a knock at the door. I continue my kiss. You suddenly seem a little agitated and uncertain.
"Relax."
"Just a moment, please."
I lead you to a straight-backed chair and help you sit down.
"I want you to be very still now."
I pick up a silk scarf from the table and fold it four times so it is about 6 inches wide and the full length across the corners.
I stand behind you and place it over your eyes. I tie it at the back, then wave my hands over your eyes. I move in front of you and look to see if it obstructs your vision.
When I am satisfied, I walk to the door and open it.
I motion to the visitor to be quiet, and I lead the way to the dining area where I pull out a chair. I pour a glass of wine, which I set on the table and then I return to you.
I take one of four cotton sashes from a bag on the floor and loop it around your left wrist, then I secure the opposite end to the chair arm.
Your arm is not tightly restrained, and you can move it a couple of inches. I tie your right arm in the same manner.
I notice that your breaths are more rapid. I stop to kiss you again. You turn your head as I move away from you, in an effort to hear what I and the visitor are doing.
I turn the music up louder to block other sounds. You are in a dark, and obscured place now. I see your mouth turn more rigid as you tense up.
I kneel down and loop a sash around your left ankle. I push your legs apart so they are spread and each leg touches the chair arm. I tie the end to the chair leg, then repeat the procedure with your right leg.
I walk around you and tug on each rope for effect. I want to telegraph the fact that you are now bound to the chair. I want you to realize that you are mine now.
I move a dining room chair directly across from you. I make enough noise so that you know exactly what I am doing and where I am. I sit down and reach forward.
My hands touch your knees. You jump slightly at the touch. I hold my hand still for a moment, then I start to slowly slide them up the top of your thighs.
My hands slip under your skirt and as I move them forward, they push your skirt up. I pause when I can see the v of your panties between your legs.
I move my hands away, leaving your skirt almost up to your waist. You shift uncomfortably in your chair, knowing that your secret womanness is almost revealed and that you are in an exposed position and you are helpless to do anything about it.
I sit back and study you for a few minutes. Music fills the room, but there are no other sounds. You turn your head trying to fathom what is happening.
I smile to myself at your confusion, but I don't say or do anything to give you a clue about where I am or what I may be doing.
You are isolated in your darkness, deprived of all other sensory help. You are alone then, even though you are within an arms reach of me.
I relish in your soft torment. I want you to be stripped of all realization so that when I give you some touch, some sound, some stimulus, you will feel it richly, like a great gift.
I want you to know all things again that you took for granted, but on a more magnificent and grand level. I want to heighten your pleasure.
After a few minutes, I lean over to you and again run my hands up your thighs. They creep closer and closer to your crotch.
I feel your legs part as I move higher. Your panties are clearly in sight.
My cock leaps at the vision my eyes send to its nerves. I lick my lips in anticipation.
When my hands are within an inch of your pantied crotch, I pause. My hands hold still as you squirm and shift your body.
I know you yearn for that expected touch. I know you need to feel my hands. I tug at your skirt and pull it up from under your ass and I raise it to your waist.
I can see the crease between your lips vividly and your mound is raised and meaty. My cock leaps again and again.
I place my hands on the waistband of your panties and run my fingers just inside them, moving from your sides to your navel.
I start to pull your panties down and I see you raise your ass to allow them to slide off. I stop then and instead pull your panties up tight. I pull them until I can see your panties slightly indented in your well defined labia.
You groan at the sensation of your lips being parted by the silky soft material. I can see a small darkened spot of moisture.
I take a finger and run it from under your ass up between your lips pushing the panties into you deeper, then I pull your panties tighter.
You groan again and tilt your head down as if you are watching me.
I press my finger deeper, causing you to squirm a little. I press deeper and I push the fabric inside your pussy. I move my hand away do I can examine my work.
I love seeing that split with your panties inside. I can only imagine how it must feel to you.
I lean down and lick my tongue up the slit and then I press my lips to yours and I dart my tongue in and out against your lips.
You moan and try to push up against my mouth. I lap your pantied pussy for a few minutes until you are soaked, partly from my mouth and partly from your own juices.
I reach under your panty leg with a finger and rub across your clit. I feel you gasp when I touch it, hidden and partially protected by your flesh.
I rub it back and forth until I feel it peek out and start to engorge. I keep rubbing as you groan and moan and shift in the chair as much as you can.
I work on your clit until I feel you start to shake and shudder and I keep the same pace until you lurch forward against your restraints and then moan and shake more violently. I slow down and soften my touch, as I know you are sensitive to my rubbings.
I remove my hand and lean down and kiss your pussy tenderly.
You sigh and relax into the chair and I keep kissing you for a few minutes longer.
I sit back in my chair and rest. You are still. Your head is back, your skirt up to your waist, your panties soaked, your legs twitching slightly.
I look into the dining area and smile. I stand up and reach for your blouse and start to unbutton it, then pull it back over your shoulders.
Your nipples are dark brown and very erect. I flick one with my finger. You cringe at the sudden slight pain, so I flick it again and again. Each time you flinch, but after three or four times, I hear a soft moan escape your lips.
I flick the other nipple a few times, just to be fair, then I leave you alone while I go into the dining area. I scoot a chair around so you can hear where I am.
You know I am with my guest. You crane your neck, trying to hear anything that might be said.
I whisper loud enough that you could hear, but not enough to make out my words. I then walk back to you and I stand at your left side.
"Come in and help me with her."
You hear the chair in the dining area slide, and footsteps start toward us.
I lean down and start to suck your left breast. My mouth is closed tight around it and I suck all of it as hard as I can. You move a little and I continue sucking.
