She stood in front of His door, trying to calm herself. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths. In one trembling hand, she held the key to the apartment, together with the short note that had been sent to her that morning.
The note contained two lines and an address. She was to present herself at that address at precisely 8 p.m. and she was to wear her sexiest outfit.
She nervously smoothed her palms over the form-fitting gray skirt she was wearing. It clung to her hips, and while it reached to her ankles, it was slit on both sides, almost up to her hip, nearly exposing the tiny scrap of lace that barely covered her sex. She wore a sheer white blouse over a lacy beige bra…her dark nipples showing through the lace. She looked down at her feet, encased in strappy sandals. She whispered to herself, “you’ll do…” and laughed softly at her own silliness.
She glanced at her watch and caught her breath…it was two minutes to 8 p.m. She quickly fit the key into the lock, swallowing nervously as the lock clicked open. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed at the door and stepped through, letting it close behind her.
She walked a few paces, looking around. In a low, husky voice she called out a tentative hello. She heard a male voice respond, “In here.” She followed the sound…walking down a corridor, to a door that stood ajar. She went in, heard the voice say “Close it behind you.” Nodding obediently, she shut the door. She blinked a few times adjusting to the dim light, the only illumination in the room coming from a few candles.
She walked toward the candles. He watched her approach, noting her graceful carriage and the fluidity of her movements. He smiled appreciatively as her skirt parted, revealing her strong brown legs and softly rounded thighs. The candlelight threw her curves into sharp relief, the flickering lights shining through the sheer blouse.
Her eyes grew accustomed to the candlelight and she saw Him; He was lounging indolently in a large armchair. Her heart began to pound. As she neared, she caught the sharp clean scent of him…soap and the cool spiciness of cologne.
She stopped right in front of Him, her eyes darting over His figure. She couldn't make out His face, but she could tell He was bare-chested, and wearing only a loose pair of pants. She moved to her knees in a single graceful motion, kneeling between His legs. The candles were strategically placed so that the light fell upon her; it made her dark brown hair shine with gold lights; and illuminated her face, revealing speaking brown eyes that sparkled with their own inner light, and the soft fullness of her lips. Her cafe au lait skin gleamed in the light. He could smell her perfume, the scent of wild roses underlying a spicy citrus scent.
She waited for Him to speak, and when He didn't say a word, she said softly, "How may i please You, Master?"
He responded with a low chuckle... "you know what pleases Me, slut. But I will humour you to get you started...remove your clothes. Now." His last word held a note of command that made her thrill. As she nodded, He added, "And as you strip, tell Me what you have to offer Me."
She flushed, biting her lip nervously. At her hesitation, His voice became harsh..."Do you understand Me, slut?" She answered softly, "yes, Sir." He quirked an eyebrow, saying..."well, then?"
She swallowed once, then began to speak...He listened to her low, sexy voice...so warm and inviting..."i offer You my mouth, Sir...for You to gag, to bind, to fill with Your shaft."
She raised herself on her knees, slowly unbuttoning the sheer white blouse, and shrugging it off her shoulders. She unclasped her bra, and slid it off, her breasts bobbing as they were freed. She cupped her soft breasts, saying, "i offer You my breasts...for You to play with...to tease...to twist.. to torture..."
