She's waiting for him as he returns home, relaxing in her favorite high backed chair. Legs crossed, her leather skirt slides up her thigh, revealing the tops of black thigh highs. She pins him with the look of a powerful predator the moment the door clicks closed. Recognizing the tone of her voice, he stops in his tracks, making no attempt to meet her gaze.
"Hey handsome, how was your day?"
"Good Ma'am. Yours?" He whispers.
"Much better now. C'mere."
He steps toward her as she stands to meet him. The four-inch heels of her black patent boots give her just enough height to exceed his.
Sliding her fingers between the buttons on his chest, "Mmmnnn... this uniform needs to go. Now."
Taking his cover and keys from his hands she drops them unceremoniously onto the stairs. Stepping back she can't help but smile as he fumbles a little with the buttons on his top. She waits patiently as he removes it, draping it across the bannister. Dropping to one knee, he unlaces his right boot, pulling it off and stuffing the sock inside. The second follows suit, and he stands again, now barefoot.
She traces her fingers and nails up his partially bare arms, then up his neck into his hair. His eyes flutter closed as he sighs softly. She can't help but smile, pleased that he has followed her instructions to stay within regulations but yet give her something to grip onto. As her fingers tighten in his hair he melts into her, dropping his head and leaning his chest into hers. She gently pushes him back to standing with two fingers, and then hooks them into his waistband, tugging him forward as she walks into the living room. Letting go and turning to pick up the blanket draped across the back of the couch, she spreads it onto the floor between them.
Casting an expectant look his way, "Slowly now...."
He unbuckles his belt and begins on the buttons of his pants, glancing up to her for reassurance. She simply nods for him to continue and bends to unzip the bag she staged earlier on the floor beside the couch. Grabbing the neck of his t-shirt, he pulls it over his head and drops it to the floor, then steps out of his pants, revealing one of her favorite pairs of his boxer briefs. His early erection betrays his apparent nervousness, lifting the fabric slightly off his firm body. Stepping onto the blanket she slips her left hand around his waist, pulling his body firmly into hers.
"Yes...So handsome. I've missed you today, my love."
His only response to her grasp and her fingers roaming his skin is another soft sigh. She feels his body relax into hers as goose bumps rise over the skin she last touched. Trailing her nails down his sides with just enough pressure to not tickle, she slips behind his back under the boxer briefs and fills her hands with his tight ass. She begins to nip his skin, trapping it between her teeth quickly and moving on. Tugging, she lets him know the boxers need to go as well, and he follows the silent request. His stiff cock pops free as they slide down his thighs.
Backing away from him, "Kneel. Facing away."
Obviously stunned by the abrupt absence of her touch and the command in her voice, he quickly complies, centering himself on the blanket. Slipping her hand into the bag, she retrieves a few hanks of her favorite un-dyed hemp and sheds her boots. Pressing play on the stereo, she steps onto the blanket before him and resumes roaming his flesh with her hands and lightly, her teeth. His shudder sends a bolt of electricity through her, further awakening her own arousal. Her brown eyes smoldering, she tips his chin up with her fingertips. She can almost smell his anxious anticipation as she traces her tongue over her teeth hidden behind a wicked smirk. He gasps as she grips his arms, allowing her nails to dig into his skin. Letting go after a moment, she lays the rope down beside his thighs, stripping off her blouse.
Pulling her blouse taught between her hands, she drapes it behind his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Using her chest to buffer his eagerness, she teases his lips with her tongue, savoring him for a moment before devouring his mouth with hers. Breaking the kiss, her grin returns and she stands to step around him, trailing the blouse over his bare chest, bringing another shudder. She kneels behind him and continues pulling the soft blouse back and forth over his skin.
Whispering in his ear "Do you trust me, lover?"
His answer comes out as a raspy whisper "Of course, Ma'am."
"Mmmnn... good to hear. If necessary, use your words. You are mine tonight and I have full intention of using you as such. "
He responds by nodding a couple times as she slips her blouse over his eyes, securing it snugly with a knot behind his head. She stifles a laugh when his head cocks sideways slightly as he hears the zipper of her skirt as she slips it off. Catching her finger in the bight of the first hank of rope, she flicks her wrist to drop it into a coil by her side. Using her free hand, she moves his right arm, then the left behind his back. He automatically adjusts, stacking his forearms atop either palm. Tossing a length over his head, she uses it to pull him against her as she runs it slowly over his skin.
"Mine tonight handsome. Let everything else leave your head. Don't worry about work, and our plans the rest of the weekend don't matter either. Focus on the feel of the rope as it slides across your skin. Listen to my voice and trust me."
She slides the bight under his wrists, pulling it back and forth between his arms and his back for a few strokes before beginning her favorite variation on the classic box tie. His wrists soon tightly secured, she moves silently around him, wrapping his body in the firm caress of her hemp. She intentionally neglects to adjust the chest wraps before tightening down the second cinch on his right side, and he jumps as the rope pinches his skin hard.
Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "Oops... let me help..." she sinks her teeth into the spot on the back of his arm where it caught.
"Oh wait... that's not helping is it...."
His heavy whimper as his flesh slides from her mouth sends another rush to her sex, and she can no longer ignore the moisture collecting there. Dipping a finger beneath her thong, she coats it then uses the stem of the chest harness to pull him into her.
Growling softly in his ear, "Here.... See what wrapping you in my rope, rendering you more and more helpless under my touch does to me?"
