He called when he got settled at home. The call was short, just long enough to give her the time and details for when to be at his place. It had been several months since they had last been together, and both were anticipating something they hadn't experienced in a long time.
She had trouble sleeping that night- the anticipation was driving her crazy. They had made love before, but it wasn't until recently that their mutual D/s desires and needs had surface. As she was showering, she kept thinking about his touch. She took her time preparing for him. She knew this time would be different than all the times they had been together before, and wanted to make sure she followed his instruction to every last detail.
As she was soaping up, she was glad she had taken the time to get a bikini wax so she would be nice and neat for him. Her hair was still short from the last time she had shaved. She had thought about shaving for him, but remembered their conversation and his desire to shave her, so she opted for the waxing instead. She wasn't sure if he planned to shave her this time or not. In fact, she didn't know what his plans for this meeting were. They had talked about so many things they wanted to do, that anything was possible.
She put on the black lace panties he wanted her to wear and immediately felt her desire growing. She smiled to herself when she thought about how excited she got every time he had given her instructions and orders recently. She had thought of playing with herself several times over the last couple of weeks. All she had to do was ask his permission, but she decided to let her frustration grow- and wait until they could be together.
She arrived at the his condo early; knowing this would please him. They wanted all the time together they could get. He answered the door almost as soon as she knocked. He was as ready for this as she was. He closed the door behind her, took her bag and put it down, took her in his arms and kissed her and held her tight. It had been too long since they had been together. Their kisses grew more and more passionate, standing there just inside the door.
He slid his hands under her shirt and slid it up over her head. She was surprised at this; he usually took his time before starting to undress her. He ran his hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through her bra. He loved her breasts and couldn't wait to get his mouth on them and see just how much she would endure for him. She moaned softly as he began kissing her neck. She backed away slightly, leaning against the wall behind her, as she ran her hands across his shoulders. He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, pulling and twisting, causing her to moan even more.
"You really like that, don't you hon?" he whispered softly in her ear.
"Yes, very much" she answered, almost in a moan.
As he kissed from her ear to her lips, he moved his hands to her back, releasing the clasp of her bra. Then, sliding his hands up her soft skin to her shoulders, he slid her bra off, giving him full access to her large breasts and large nipples. Oh yes, he would love torturing those nipples!
He leans down and takes one of her hard nipples into his mouth and sucking on it, teasing it with his tongue. Her hands slid under his T-shirt so she could feel the softness and warmth of his skin. As she rubbed his chest, his sucking turned into nibbles- getting harder and harder. She pressed her chest against his mouth, wanting more.
She starts to slide his shirt up but he grabs her wrists, stopping her. "NO" he said softly, yet firmly as he grabs her wrists tightly, pressing them against the wall over her head. Turning his attention to her other nipple, he started biting harder, her moaning getting louder and louder. When her moans turned to a whimper, he knew he could do what he wanted to do to her nipples.
He backs away, looking into her eyes, "Don't move." She could tell by his tone that he was serious. She wanted him so bad, but knew better than to disobey him. He let go of her wrists, sliding his hands down her arms. Down across her shoulders, over her breasts, down her stomach, to the waistband of her jeans. He undid them and started sliding them down over her hips and down her legs. He kissed her stomach, slowly moving down to her soft lace panties. Finally he would see the panties that she had been teasing him with.
She told him about every time she wore them and how wet she would get. Now he wanted to see for himself. He slid his finger between her legs and started rubbing her lips through the lace. He could feel her wetness through the lace. As he kissed lower, he could smell her delicious scent. She wanted to grab his head and press his mouth to her, but knew she would pay dearly if she moved. He reached down and slid her sandals off, then slid her jeans off. He ran his hands up the sides of her legs, up over her hips, over her breasts, to her face. They kissed softly, passionately. He knew how bad she wanted him and was deliberately taking his time. Teasing and tormenting her.
He was impressed with her self-control. It had to be hard for her not to reach out and touch him. He wanted to push her limits and knew he was doing that now. He put one hand up on her wrists, pulling them together. He then turned her around and pressed her against the wall again. Her breasts pressed up against the hard wall. She pressed her palms firmly against the wall, at least she could now touch something, it wasn't what she wanted to be feeling, but it did give her something to ease her need to reach out and feel him.
Her head was turned to the side with her cheek against the wall. He kissed her shoulders and then up to her ear, kissing and licking it. Pressing his body against hers, she could feel his heat, the hardness in his jeans, pressing against her ass.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to meet his, as he whispered into her ear "who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you," she said without hesitating. Turning her around, he led her into the center of the living room.
"Then I want to see what it is I own" he said. At those words a knot started growing in the pit of her stomach. He knew how shy she was, and knew putting her on the spot like this would make her nervous. She could feel herself shaking as he stepped back a few feet and looked her up and down. He slowly walked around her, knowing full well the effect it was having on her. She looked so sexy standing their in her black lace panties. Even though he had seen her naked several times before, he now saw her in a whole new light. She belonged to HIM. And if he wanted to just look at her naked body, trembling and starting to blush, then that was exactly what he was going to do.
This caught her off guard. She wasn't expecting him to use his knowledge of her like this. She wanted to say something but was at a loss for words. She watched his face, the look in his eyes as he admired her body. She felt herself starting to blush and lowered her face, not wanting him to see the flush on her face. How she hated that. He had always been able to make her blush, but somehow standing there in her panties, being looked over like a piece of meat made her feel very self conscious.
He stepped closer to her, his body at her side, almost touching hers. She took a deep breath and was about to say something, but he put his fingers to her lips, making it clear she better not say anything. Leaning his mouth to her ear, whispering softly, "hon, these lips, this mouth, who own it?"
Parting her lips slightly and softly kissing his fingers she replied "they are yours".
Running his fingers slowly down her chin, down her neck and down to her left breast, circling her nipple softly. He kissed her ear softly. Then he moved behind her and reached his arms around her. Placing one hand on each of her breasts. His body pressed against her back. He whispers in her ear "and these.....who do they belong to?" Before giving her a chance to answer, he started pinching her nipples hard, causing her to whimper before she could get the words out.
"They too are for you." After she got the words out, he stopped pinching so hard, but kept firm pressure on her nipples. Pulling on them, gently twisting them. She leaned her head back against him. Moaning softly, loving his touch.
He slid his right hand down over her panties. Cupping her mound in his palm. "And this, who's is this?"