It would be the first time Sir would come to her house. Up till now it had been a little foreplay in the car and a few wonderful, memorable sessions in the dungeon. This would be different, meeting in her space, her home, her bedroom. His presence would fill her little home, and she was nervously ecstatic about the idea.
As they say 'when it rains, it pours.' Life had brought them together only a month before just as she was moving into her new home. Her first house. She started this huge adult journey of home ownership at the same time embarking on being "owned." Owned by Him. He was everything she has ever hoped for in a dominant. Older, wiser with decades of experience on her few; Tall, dark with just a little salt and pepper to make him rugged; Handsome and strong, with a broad chest and big hands.
She loved his hands.
She smiled to herself as she remembered their first meeting. She was shaking, her palms sweaty as she waited. Palms down on the table, eyes cast down, desperate to win approval to see if this could go farther. She felt him before she saw him. His presence filing her senses as he stood just out of sight, he watched her. Watched to see if she would crack and look up.
She didn't.
His hand extended, she reached, trembling, and pressed her lips to his knuckles. Inhaling the scent of his warm skin, smiling to herself before she lifted her head to meet him eye to eye.
She almost laughed remembering it now. How she had such little idea at the time how her life would change. How he would creep into everything. How deep in her heart she was always kneeling in front of him. He had showed her so much in that dungeon. Showed her pleasure she had only dreamt of. Fucking her to the brink of passing out, reviving her and repeating. He was a god. He was her God. She worshiped him already, and knew that would only deepen with time.
She had woken early that morning to prepare herself and her house as best she could. She followed all the instructions he had given her to the letter, and had added a few touches herself. She wanted it to be memorable for him. She wanted him to want her.
She was shaved from top to bottom. Her soft skin moisturized, clean and fresh with just a hint of her French perfume. She had a warm glow of the early morning sunlight flickering through the window as she tried to calm her breathing. Counting the minutes, the seconds till He arrived.
"Da-ding"
He smiled as he walked through her front door hearing the chime. Knowing she would be upstairs waiting for him, and now she knew he was here. He took his time, enjoying the anticipation and making her wait. Removing his shoes he looked into her kitchen and living room before heading upstairs. Soft music played throughout the house and helped to mask his footfalls on the carpeted stairs.
He paused in her bedroom door. A dark flicker passing through his expression as he saw her. Pale, blonde hair brushed soft and falling in front of her face. Her cheeks blushing softly as she felt his eyes on her, assessing every detail. He never missed anything.
She knelt with her palms on her thighs, eyes cast down at the foot of her bed. In front of her on a soft blue towel she had laid toys. In order of size from crop, to flogger, to various sizes of dildos and vibrators, all the way down to nipple clamps, and of course her bell. This was not part of the preparation instructions he had given her. He didn't mind the addition however, as he was struck with a desire to hear the sound the crop would make swishing through the air to meet her ass. Turning it his favourite shade of pink. The bruises left by his belt from their last encounter had almost completely faded away. Time for more he thought.
She could just see his legs through the tops of her eyelashes. She focused on her breathing, trying to keep it slow and steady so as to appear calm. It was pretense certainly, but it helped to keep her racing heartbeat in check. The soft satin of her little nightgown was cool under her fingertips as she tried not to squirm. Her cunt clenching uncontrollably with his appearance. She was wet before he arrived, but even the sight of his feet caused her to gush a little more.
He walked over and put his hand on the top of her head. Gently stroking her hair as she leaned into his touch. Slowly, savouring him, she looked up at him. Her wide green eyes meeting his dark assessing ones. He smiled at her, and her insides melted. He was pleased. Without a word she reached to unbutton his pants. Her slight pause causing the subtlest of nods before she continued. Her hands always shook at the beginning. She wondered internally if that would ever stop, "probably not" she mused. Removing his pants she folded them and placed them behind her. His briefs followed, allowing his beautiful perfect thick cock to spring forward. Opening her mouth she engulfed him. Tasting the delicious salty precum that he was leaking. Her eyes closed and she moaned aloud.
He needed more. Instantly. He needed to be fully inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair he thrust his hips forward pressing his cock into her. He met resistance from her throat only briefly before he was completely buried in her hot mouth. She didn't struggle. Her dreamy expression told him everything he needed to know. She was in her place. Worshiping at his feet. She was his to use however he desired, and boy did he plan on using her. All those beautiful holes would be stretched, filled and sore by the end of the day.
She intently tried her best to breathe around his thrusts. The wet sloppy "smack smack smack" filling the room as he fucked her throat. She was in heaven. She needed this. To be his. His. Her eyes watered as she gagged. He slowed briefly to allow her to recover before resuming his relentless assault on her throat. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving her lost and confused. She wanted more, she wanted all of him... She wanted him to love her. The realization came crashing over her.
"Stand." He said. Sternly, but not unkindly as he took two steps back.
