The soft glow of candlelight casts shadows all around her as she enters the room. She had prepared everything for him earlier. Set the stage. Laid out the props. She had even stripped down the antique four poster bed and recovered it in a single red satin sheet.
She'd left a note for him in the kitchen. 'Strip, blindfold yourself, fasten the collar around your neck and wait for me.'
Now as she stood above him. Her eyes moving down his body. He was laying on his stomach...a pillow under his hips. His hands and feet bound. A thick black leather collar around the column of his throat. A blindfold blocking the light from his usually intense, almost black eyes. Raven black hair falling forward over his ruggedly handsome face. She could see the beads of sweat appearing on his brow, his face a bit ashen.
Was he nervous? Scared? Was he wondering what was to come?
She stood and just watched him. Watched his hands rolling into fists then relax. She watched him tug every so often on the restraints, the soft black silk tied snugly around his wrists. Then he'd shift his legs...tugging gingerly at the bonds there. He knew he could be free in moments...just a swift tug, a slight kick of the legs and the material would give way. But he also knew if he did, The game would end.
She took a step towards him, caught her reflection in the mirror. Her long legs wrapped in fishnet stockings. The highest stilettos she could find that still allowed her to walk and not fall flat on her face. The PVC bustier squeezing and pushing her breasts up, almost making them pop out the top. Nipples barely hidden by the lace trim. Her lips painted blood red. Black kohl outlining her eyes. She smiled at herself, a wicked smile. Like she was the only one who knew the answer to some unknown question.
She reaches a hand down and straightens her garter. Centering it. She looked the part, now to she if had to see if she had the balls to act it out as well.
She turns to the bed. Taking in his big shoulders, his muscles rippling as he shifts again and again. Was he worried? Or just impatient? Her eyes move over his perfectly muscled ass. His hips flex and his cheeks clench as he stirs. She knew he had to be hard. She smiled at him watching him try to work himself against the soft pillow. Her eyes track down his long legs, she could see his sac just at the apex of his legs, squashed up against the pillow. The soft skin beckoning her touch.
She moved closer to the bed. In her hand a thin black paddle. About the same size of one you use for playing Ping-Pong. But this one was slightly different. Made from rubber, it definitely wasn't for hitting those white balls across a little green table.
She knew the moment he heard her. His whole body tensed. She found she liked that. His response. Almost reveled in it. She felt powerful. She said nothing to him but smiled again as she climbed onto the bed beside him laying the paddle down.
She straddles his thighs. She knew by the sharp intake of his breath that he could feel her stockings and garter belt. She leans over him, brushing her lips against the base of his neck, just below the collar. Darting her tongue out she traced a line slowly down his spine. She spoke to him as she licked slow over every vertebrae. .
"You must be quiet, you may only speak when I allow you to."
His breath came quicker. He arched his back slightly. She bit down gently on one of his fleshy cheeks, smiling to herself as she heard him moan.
"You are here for my enjoyment, tonight you are my personal little fuck toy....and if you get any pleasure you get out of this...it is strictly coincidental"
She moves her hands to his ass. Brushing her fingertips lightly across his flesh, almost a whisper light touch, caressing him. Trailing her fingers over his skin, dipping in lightly between his cheeks, listening to his breathing. She could see him relaxing. His whole seemed less tense.
She reaches for the paddle. Bringing it down against her palm, SMACK. He perks. His head whipping to the side trying frantically to hear what she was up to. She rubs the side of the paddle against his ass, a small circular motion. Then suddenly she brings it down. A louder SMACK echoing through the room. Again and again. Three...four...five times. Then on the other side. Five again. Faster. A little harder each time. His whimpers only slightly louder than the sound of the paddle on his flesh.
She stops. Surveying her work. His usually white bottom is bright red. She brushes her fingers lightly over his heated flesh. Digging into the tender skin with her nails. His breath was coming fast, as was hers. His hips working against the pillow. She knew he was rubbing his erection hard...tying to ease the ache.
Stepping back from him, the candles catch her eye. A long black taper on the nightstand, reaching for it she smiles to herself as she leans over, tipping it and letting the first drop fall onto his skin. Hitting him between his shoulder blades. He sucks in his breath...a low groan escaping his lips. She moves her hand slightly, the next drop falling about three inches lower than the first. She moves down farther, leaving a trail of the warm wax on his spine. His body tenses as the first drop hit his ass. Then another and another. Hitting and dripping over his reddened skin. Leaving little trails running slowly over the roundness of his cheeks. His movements and moaning louder and more noticeable as she slowly drips the wax over the tender red flesh.
She smiles to herself, needing a little relief she replaces the candle, leaning up to tug at the ties around his wrists...then the ones around his ankles.
'Get up, and kneel in front of me.' He hesitates a moment, she leans over and tugs hard on the collar, almost shouting at him, 'NOW!'
He moves quickly, kneeling just in front of her, his eyes cast down, his hands hang at his sides. His cock hard and purple jutting out ahead of him.
'Good boy,' she smiles at him, 'Look at me.'
He glances up at her, Arousal burning in his eyes. She reaches her hand out and pats his head, running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails. She braces her legs, her pussy dripping wet from toying with him, and slowly pulls his head toward the apex of her thighs. He licks his lips as she pushes his head against her wet cunt, rubbing up against him, then she feels his tongue moving on her.
'STOP!' she snaps at him making him jump. Her hand fists in his hair, moving his head to where she wants him and holding him there, 'I will tell you when I have need of your tongue.'