Syndie laid back on the sofa; running her fingers through her auburn hair and closing her eyes in thought. She really needed this evening to herself. Life was hectic to say the least.
Just over an hour until she was due to meet Him and she isn't close to ready yet. The date was made rather quickly with Him, few directions given to her leads her to believe that there is quite possibly more to the evening than she can imagine.
Her curiosity was peaked. She rises from the sofa and strips her clothing off haphazardly on the way into the bathroom to draw a bath. The steam rises quickly in the tub as it fills, her fingers swirling in the water until it is at the desired height.
Slowly she steps in and lowers herself into the water, sighing contentedly as the warmth envelopes her body. Knowing she hasn't much time, she takes care to assure her body is smooth from any hair.
Her legs perfectly shaven, her fingers delving between the lips of her cunt to search out any stray hair that may have escaped the razor. Her finger absentmindedly drifts over her clit, a soft sigh escaping her lips, lingering for just a moment; she stops.
It is not for her pleasure tonight. Syndie's toe lifts the plug from the drain and turns on the shower as the water empties; quickly tending to her hair. Wrapping herself in her robe, she steps free.
Clothing already laid out by her bed as she sits on the edge and applies the lotion to her skin, her fingers kneading the moisture into her calves, her thighs, the globes of her ass.
The clock on her bedside becoming her enemy as it continues to move forward. Hurriedly she dresses, the attire for the evening pointless as she already knows what she is supposed to be wearing when she completes His orders.
Slipping her feet into her black strappy sandals she returns to the bathroom to dry her hair. The face looking back at her in the mirror begins to reveal the person she is under the stress.
A softness returning to her hazel eyes, a calm washing over her soul. She is ready for Him.
The drive isn't so bad, it gives her time to think, to settle into the submission that drips from her pores, as an aura itself. A comfort not only within herself, but with Him that oddly enough calms her better than any Xanex.
His instructions ring in her mind as she arrives to the house by the lake. Walking up the path her stomach does it's usual calisthenics, not fear really, just the excitement of the unknown. At the door she finds the blindfold on the knob, just as He said it would be.
As she steps inside and glances at the surroundings for a moment her pulse races through her veins, her ears straining for some sign that He is there. She knows He is, she can feel Him there, watching, somewhere in the darkness.
Syndie removes her clothing with swiftness, folding them and placing them neatly with her purse. A slight shiver at the coolness of the room on her bare flesh. She slides the leather blindfold over her eyes and secures it behind her head.
Her fingers lace over the blindfold in back as she carefully moves into the kitchen. Using her memory, she takes a few steps in and feels the table against her thighs.
As per His instructions, she side steps, making sure her knees are parted at shoulder length before she bends forward, laying her chest against the table.
Her breasts pressing against the cool wood collecting an instant reaction from her nipples as they harden.
She remains quiet, settling into her position and aware of the moisture that's already building between her spread legs from the anticipation alone. The silence inside the house is almost as deafening as the tree frogs singing their nighttime chorus outside.
Suddenly, a creak of a floorboard causes her breath to catch. In an instant she feels His hand wrapping in her hair and jarring her neck back. His breath warm on her skin as He sneers " good slut".
His free hand roaming up her her left thigh and over the softness of her ass; caressing her cheek firmly. It is all she can do to remain still as He kneads the globe of her ass harshly before moving to its twin.
The grip on her hair is released and she rests her head back down; His fingertips exploring her flesh like a connoisseur. A slight shiver courses down her spine as a single fingertip lowers and moves over her slit. A movement in her legs warrants the next sensation.
The strike across her ass rocks her forward into the table, the grip once again in her hair as He growls "Greedy again are we cunt?", another strike and another.
The crimson glow of her ass illuminating to her even within her darkness; the heat searing into her skin ; yet even now, wetness shamelessly glistens upon her upper thighs.
Her voice breathless as she voices her apologies , " Forgive me Sir". With that a chuckle as He sets her hair free once more. Then silence.
Time seemingly stands still as she strains in her position. Hands remaining clasped behind her head, her nipples achingly hard against the hard wood table, her legs tiring just a bit.
Soft whispers reaching her ears must be a figment of her imagination. Syndie sighs quietly as He returns, His bare skin against the back of her legs; His cock against her marked cheeks.