I opened my e-mail and saw the instructions you sent and wiggled in my chair with anticipation. I was excited and hurried to my room to prepare. In front of the bathroom mirror, I changed out of my clothes and into the mauve-pink camisole and panty set you sent me. I brushed my red hair and pulled it into a high ponytail that left the ends lightly brushing against my bare shoulders. I sprayed on the sensuous perfume you love on me and put on my choker, all as your email had directed me.
The cold metal against my throat, the smell of the perfume and the feel of the satin made me feel sexy and erotic. I ran my hands down over my body and felt my nipples harden. I liked the look of my hard nipples poking against the satin of the camisole. Smiling, I clicked off the light and went into my bedroom.
I went to my bedside table and got out my bullet vibrator. Then, as you directed, I got on the bed facing the mirrored closet doors. I got in the position: on my knees, legs slightly parted, back arched and palms on my thighs facing upwards. The position that says I am ready for you, my Sir, and that I accept. I breathed deeply and slowly and began reciting my mantra as I looked into the mirror.
I imagined hearing the door open and you quietly entering the room. I continue saying my mantra and looking in the mirror, but my heart is beating faster as you walk behind me and remove your clothes. I feel you in the shadows moving toward me. I feel your weight upon the bed. Your fingertips just barely touch my shoulders and glide down my arms, then back up again to caress the side of my neck. I watch your fingers toy with a strand of my copper red hair as you lean in to whisper in my ear.
"You're such a good girl."
"Thank you Sir," I whisper back, my stomach suddenly doing flip-flops at the words I love to hear so much.
You slide down the straps of my camisole, and my full, heavy breasts come into view. Our eyes meet in the mirror as you reach around, cupping their weight in your hands, giving them a gentle but firm squeeze. I love watching your big hands touching me, squeezing and kneading the creamy white flesh. You take my hardening nipples between your fingers and thumb, pinching them just hard enough that pressure melts into pleasure. They get rock hard and tingles go from my pinched nipples down to my pussy. You lean in and whisper in my ear.
"Tell me that you're My slut, tell your Dom what you want."
I close my eyes as I feel a shiver of lust run through my body.
"Yes Sir, I'm Your slut. I want you Sir...I want you to make me cum."
"We'll see. You need to be a good girl first before I decide if My slut should come."
With that, you pinch my nipples harder, twisting them until I cry out with the quick pain. Then you let go and run your hands down my stomach to the tops of my thighs. Your fingers play with the lace edging of my boy cut panties. You slowly move your fingers over the satin towards my pussy. I arch my back more, letting my thighs open a little wider. I want you to touch me so bad.
You know this of course, so you don't touch the ache that is building, but instead slide your hands around to cup my ass in your palms. You give the cheeks a squeeze and bring your lips to kiss my neck. I tilt my head, watching in the mirror, as I feel your hot breath against my skin and my ass being fondled in your hands. I love feeling your touch, the way you just take what you want from me leave me trembling.
Your lips kiss my neck and move down to my shoulders, as your hands move back to the front of my panties. My breath catches as you take my ear lobe between your teeth and nibble just enough to make me feel weak with need. Your hand slides between my legs, and you cup my sex in your warm palm. A finger finds my slit and pushes the satin fabric into it. I moan as you bump against my clit and I press my body down wanting to feel the pressure of your fingers.
"My little girl is very wet. Tell me what you want."
"I want you Sir. I want to cum." I can barely talk as your finger circles slowly around my clit.
